Bitterness or resentfulness, especially when long-standing.
I feeling of hate and ongoing anger
Bitterness is where I am at null disclaimer
about something in the past standings
Bitterness I am long standing in my emotions
Bitterness spite my hate my new devotions
Malignancy animosity antipathy
The mistreatment of me unholy
In a ship on the seas of unreasonably
I am sinking in a ship of no anchor for rancour
8/6/23
For No anchor for rancour Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
rancour, analogy, anger, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Icicles hung from the roof
like translucent fingers
Clawing towards the ground
While behind the eaves,
She brushed her plain brown hair
Tired gray eyes in the mirror,
Discolored around the fringe
And gravity pulled at the frown
Like it did everything else
She was one of many,
A soul, a body
With all the glitter rubbed away
Winter breathed out its discontent
A heaving sigh that scattered leaves
Over mailboxes, churches, graveyards
You can lose yourself in those fields out there
Mired in snow, as countless as crows
As tin men, as a brick in the wall
And when three young girls,
All smiles and apple cheeks and roses
Walked by her window, she cast those grey eyes down
From above— her jaw nutcracker clenched
New England January froze her eyes
A hand clenched and unclenched
at their sparkly laughter
The brush rattled to the floor
As the girls disappeared from her line of sight
She was already a thousand miles away
Up into the cirrus clouds,
Each inch colder than the last
Categories:
rancour, winter,
Form: Free verse
Icicles hung from the roof
like translucent fingers
Clawing towards the ground
While behind the eaves,
She brushed her plain brown hair
Tired gray eyes in the mirror,
Discolored around the fringe
And gravity pulled at the frown
Like it did everything else
She was one of many,
A soul, a body
With all the glitter rubbed away
Winter breathed out its discontent
A heavying sigh that scattered leaves
Over mailboxes, churches, graveyards
You can lose yourself in those fields out there
Mired in snow, as countless as crows
As tin men, as a brick in the wall
And when three young girls,
All smiles and apple cheeks and roses
Walked by her window, she cast those grey eyes down
From above— her jaw nutcracker clenched
New England January froze her eyes
A hand clenched and unclenched
at their sparkly laughter
The brush rattled to the floor
As the girls disappeared from her line of sight
She was already a thousand miles away
Up into the cirrus clouds,
Each inch colder than the last
Categories:
rancour, winter,
Form: Free verse
My heart’s harbour opened deep and wide
all friendships peaceful within
Love and kindness ran deep inside
‘til resentment and rancour crept in
Do you harbour resentment?
or do you freely forgive?
Forgiveness keeps the sea
lanes open and free
so all of us can love and live
Resentment leads to rancour
Rancour runs afoul of the soul
When the harbour starts to shut itself down
We’ll no longer be in control
Do you harbour resentment?
or do you freely forgive?
Hope is a better anchor
for our soul so all
of us can love and live
Don’t let rancour’s anchor
disturb your harbour’s peace
Scuttle them as far away
from you as you can
to secure much needed release
No anchor for rancour …
~Resist the thing you dread!
No anchor for rancour …
~love and kindness instead!
No anchor for rancour …
~smooth sailing ahead!
No anchor for rancour …
~bon voyage !
Categories:
rancour, anger, forgiveness, friendship, hate,
Form: Lyric
The rocks on the sea bed
Can be friendly in storms
When our sails are bedraggled
Or all tattered and torn
From our voyage on seas
Often left unexplored
But there's truth in the water
That cannot be ignored
In the wind is the Spirit
An adventurer's friend
So we move in directions
To where searching may end
There are hazards aplenty
As the salty air calls
There's that taste for adventure
But another taste galls..
We'd fare well to remember
Not all rocks help to save us
When we cast out our anchor
Catching bitterness flavours
Where the water is stagnant
And the wind but a tease
Hopeful canvas restored
Needing more than a breeze
Then it's time to resolve
Pull umbilical chain
Begin a fresh outlook
Let the rancour remain
Categories:
rancour, boat, christian, sea,
Form: Rhyme
No anchor for rancour would do us all good.
Malice and bitterness should have no place
in this world of ours. We need brotherhood -
with love and forgiveness – our saving grace.
Take your resentments and any ill will.
In a container place them air-tight
till that container you no more can fill.
Pack them in darkness away from the light.
No anchor for rancour. Maliciousness
must have no hold on us all any more.
We must be free of all viciousness,
guided by love to a new shining shore.
Categories:
rancour, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Rancour is a canker
That eats us from within
Bitterness and anger*
Are sure to cause chagrin
Malice is a chalice
From which we should not drink
It will turn us callous
With hearts tuned out of sync
Hanker not for rancour
Let love rule our mind tunes
Forgiveness, the anchor
In life's wildest typhoons
Hope is the strongest rope
Sure and steadfast anchor**
In dark sin, need not grope
Rid our soul of rancour
Jesus Christ sure frees us
From rancour's canker clutch
Tenderly, He sees us
And heals us with blood touch
*Ephesians 4:31-32
[31]Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice:
[32]And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
**Hebrews 6:19-20
[19]Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil;
[20]Whither the forerunner is for us entered, even Jesus, made an high priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec.
Categories:
rancour, anger, bible,
Form: Rhyme
If only the archangel Gabriel
would visit and with holy host proclaim
“Children of Creation, let there be
no anchor for rancor in the Dead Sea,
nor fuel for cruelty in Bethlehem;
let people enjoy temple, steeple, and mosque,
live their lives and their loves without mayhem,”
perhaps the shredding shrapnel that shocks
us into rage at loss would cease, and we could reclaim
our lease on the peaceable kingdom, calm and stable,
and at long last not till the soil of hatred
to bitter harvest in the sacred homeland.
Categories:
rancour, bible, paradise, peace, religion,
Form: Free verse
Gently flows fond thoughts that be
Above the stones of malice
From heart to hand tis given free
As peace within beauty’s earthly chalice
Impeccable in its wildness and jubilee
Searching skies of tendered blue
Each cloud untouched does softy gleam
Mountains, rocks and rills ring true
Nature’s gift so flawlessly streams
Offering reverent peace as an anchor that renews
August 2, 2023
No Anchor for Rancour Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
rancour, beauty, introspection, nature, peace,
Form: Rhyme
Anchors without rancour are rare today.
They don’t just report rumors, they dissect some.
Men like Brinkley and Huntley, anchors aweigh,
anchors without rancour.
They steer clear of party-lines with no humdrum.
No newshawk floored CBS such a long stay
as Walter Cronkite whose candor ranks as plumb.
War correspondents, like Murrow kept at bay
and cleared away critics like so much pond scum.
Mark Levin at FOX deals much in the same way -
anchors without rancour.
Categories:
rancour, 11th grade, integrity, leadership,
Form: Roundel
No anchor for rancour;
release the chain.
Your way’s secure
with home to gain.
Let go the anger
That holds you back.
Unclench the fist;
it’s time to tack.
No anchor for rancor;
let spirits sail.
He’ll carry you
far from assail.
A bridled tongue
can’t flap when trimmed.
The night is young;
fix eyes on Him.
No anchor for rancour;
run straight till dawn.
Your morning star
will point you on.
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for the No Anchor For Rancour Poetry Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
written on 07/31/23
Categories:
rancour, anger, freedom, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
The future has no anchor
If your heart is filled with rancour
Tame your heart and calm your anger
Don't be so cruel like the thunder
Bitter tree yields a bitter fruit
Unless you change it by the root
Bitterness yields to bitterness
But a great heart yields to greatness
Every heart has a reason
To rise and fall by the season
A haughty heart will always fall
And the lowly will stand tall
So learn sometimes to bend your knees
And abhor hate, give chance to peace
A heart that knows to bend when wrong
Will learn to rise to be strong
Categories:
rancour, anger,
Form: Rhyme
"Learn to consider the source ... of rancour and
ignore. All tantrums don't require your reaction."
Quote by _Ibadidran Omo Akinde
I have spent my childhood the target of rancour,
malicious words like chains were my anchor.
Why are people like that ?
Sometimes, my only friend was my sweet kitty cat,
at school during lunch time- alone, I sat.
My words brought their rancour !
When I was a young woman I got much stronger,
I did not listen to the hatemonger.
Gone the chains that held me !
I was learning about who I wanted to be,
and saw resentful words as a sad plea.
Oh, get lost scaremonger !
Now, I am a writer of poetry- of life,
and yes still get hurt by life's stabbing knife.
But, am a tree rooted !
And when the venomous slither I press muted,
or lost in my mind- their words diluted.
Be still, not larger-than-life !
I feel sorry for the sad spiteful rancorous,
those people who get all cantankerous.
Why are people like that ?
Categories:
rancour, bullying, courage, hate,
Form: Narrative
Long-lasting anger, bitterness, and spite
Sometimes can penetrate the heart and mind
To taint the joys of others' earned delight.
If left, can sink its anchor deep to find
Its permanent aversion- to be kind.
Then, like a ship that's firmly kedged at sea-
Entrapped by vicious waves and cannot flee,
That hate caged deep inside the aching heart,
Just eats away to never be set free.
Not till that anchor's pulled- may it depart.
Categories:
rancour, anger, hate, jealousy, truth,
Form: Dizain
The thorny bush of resentment enwraps my heart and soul,
Suppressing the blooms of joy that try to spread their petals;
Like hemlocks, nightshades, castor beans, and oleander knolls,
It poisons my pure environs blemishing fine fettles...!
I'm enraged, often, my inner equilibrium gone,
I am imprisoned in the jail created on my own;
Carrying in my pocket the snake of hate I'm angst prone,
Peacefulness is fully gone, there's a constant cyclone...!
When there's no anchor for rancor soul is shipwrecked, often,
I, as responsible captain, with awareness control;
Mind in Brahma, to stop rancor I should take precaution,
Through a life one with God, I can save my body and soul...!
Why couldn't I embrace each creature and exist for all?
Why couldn't I travel within and put things in order?
Why could not I through my good thoughts, words, and deeds bliss enthrall?
Why couldn't, one with the divine, turn a peace accorder...?
Categories:
rancour, anger, angst, life,
Form: Rhyme
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