Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Poking the Beast

Remember my temper
That kindles in embers
My Path of Wrath,
A wake of Ash-
As I'm boiling at my Center

Let hatred flow...
My Ire unfolds
Lightning crackles-
Am free of my shackles-
Against my Rage fire is cold!

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~JustThatArchaicPoet

(Hope we're still cool, Skat. Best wishes)  :)

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Skat A January 31, 2014 at 9:31 AM HI CHAN, :) thanks you for the wonderful winning poem. Enjoy your day. Love ~ SKAT~ Just That Archaic Poet January 31, 2014 at 9:35 AM Thanks, hon; much appreciated as always. And thanks for the support in my blog; it really means a lot to me. You and I have come a long way and I am happy about that. Thanks for sponsoring the contest :)

Poet Destroyer A January 22, 2014 at 9:40 AM Chan, I have no idea why you have fallen to anger again... All I know is that I have soup mail for you..... Sending soup mail....LINDA Just That Archaic Poet January 31, 2014 at 9:36 AM We're cool, Linda. Just releasing some pent up anger lol ;)

Kelly Deschler January 20, 2014 at 5:50 PM I think that we all have that wrathful side to us, some of us are just better at hiding it, until it is provoked and unleashed. Even the mildest person can become a monster, sometimes, it's like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. This poem was very well expressed, BP. I loved it! The flow and the rhyme was terrific! Just That Archaic Poet January 31, 2014 at 9:36 AM You have my sincerest thanks as always, SP! :)

Richard Lamoureux January 19, 2014 at 4:08 PM Hi Chan, I hope the beast is well fed. I enjoyed reading this piece. Good luck my friend. Richard Lamoureux January 20, 2014 at 7:30 AM Yes all is well, drop by and check out some of my recent work when you have a chance. I always appreciate your insite. Just That Archaic Poet January 20, 2014 at 7:07 AM Thank you, Richard; always delighted to hear from you. Hope you are well, my friend :)

Scott Thirtyseven January 16, 2014 at 10:01 PM I'll just keep out of the way then. Just That Archaic Poet January 17, 2014 at 5:18 AM lol It takes a LOT to make me angry, and I mean full blown raging monster angry, but when it happens, it's like transforming into the Hulk. But you needn't worry my friend :)

Laura Breidenthal January 15, 2014 at 6:02 PM I think the capitalizing of certain letters was very effective to demonstrate the fire and fury of this piece. Needless to say, it has a bi of a funny spunk to it, particularly the title. I like this rhyme though and I can take it seriously and relate.. : ) Always, Laura Just That Archaic Poet January 16, 2014 at 5:32 AM Thanks, L! I'm glad you are astute enough to appreciate and understand why I capitalize certain words; it's definitely for emphasis. You're the first person to ever make a comment to me about that, and it makes me quite happy. You are a sharp, lovely lady :) Laura Breidenthal January 15, 2014 at 6:02 PM bit* ^_^

Andrea Dietrich January 14, 2014 at 6:23 PM wow, against my rage fire is cold. Awesome line, my friend. Congrats on the win too. Just That Archaic Poet January 14, 2014 at 6:31 PM Thanks so much, Andrea; sincerely appreciated, as always <3 :)

Cyndi Macmillan January 13, 2014 at 3:27 PM Please either just put in a hi in a blog, poem or send me a hi, still here in soup mail. I haven't seen you and I'm concerned, as so many were locked out recently. Or --if you'd prefer--- can you let a mutual friend know and ask them to just say, Chan says, "here!" Just That Archaic Poet January 14, 2014 at 6:30 PM sent you soup mail, hon :)

Cyndi Macmillan January 10, 2014 at 7:43 AM Poetry, :D, the best medicine. Love the last line. Hey, want to put up a funny blog for Frank? Come and plaaaaaa-ay. Perhaps, a personal story, some daily pet peeve (no, lol, not about soup, I mean hmmm... lineups or mall lights or the rising cost of toilet paper) whatever! Consider this a "tickle" Just That Archaic Poet January 14, 2014 at 6:19 PM lol oops typo. Should say *might like" Just That Archaic Poet January 14, 2014 at 6:18 PM Perhaps Frank my like my last satirical blog; I'm having a little fun at someone else's expense lol ;)

Robin Davis January 9, 2014 at 10:31 PM Chan The Man Now I am afraid, very afraid. I don't know who is possessing your body but I want them out and my sweet Chan back. LOL Do I need to call an exorcist. HEE HEE Love and Hugs Sweet Pea Just That Archaic Poet January 14, 2014 at 6:16 PM lol I do have a mean streak in me, Sweet Pea, but you needn't worry; I adore you <3 ;)

Mark Peterson January 8, 2014 at 11:15 AM I've always felt that it's a shame you're so reluctant to divulge your true feelings on things. Maybe next time go a little farther. We're all with you ! LOL Just That Archaic Poet January 9, 2014 at 1:43 AM Thanks, Mark. Anger and sorrow are emotions that I can access more easily, which is probably why they are pervasive elements in my writing ;)

Painted Hunter January 7, 2014 at 1:08 PM Awesome, Chan. Burn, baby, burn! Just That Archaic Poet January 8, 2014 at 7:38 AM lol Thanks, Caleb :)

Eileen Manassian January 7, 2014 at 10:51 AM Chan......this was absolutely amazing. SO full of life and energy and...truth? I hope the situation is under control. I've been following and reading your blogs....I understand where the anger is coming from....Post away.... Just That Archaic Poet January 7, 2014 at 11:46 AM Many thanks, Eileen! :)