Best Temper Poems
During the night the heavy storm came.
Lashing rain and winds that were wild.
By morning, gone, and now weather tame.
The skies, bright and clear, wind now mild.
Nature's temper tantrum, like that of a child.
Civility in gentle temper spoke
Respectfully, as factions disagree
Kindness bound common ground in unity
And softened generosity awoke.
3/10/20
For 'Kind Ink' poetry contest
Sponsor: charles messina
Written: November 17, 2023 For Charles Messina Contest
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In peace of mind and unwavering pride
Draw out your inner disgruntled callow
Expunge ailing masks and set them aside
Shackled and phony leaches start shallow
Untamed freedom leaves a rage of delight
Lightning strikes when volition avails reign
As the noise of fists and yells echoes fight
It implies launching rough assaults again
This momentary gladness won't last long
Dark distress derides its way to the fight
And celebrates its mocking with zest strong
Frenzied fractured fragments into full-sight
Constraintis like an itch that chafes the mind
Shields the vile impulse that we must all bind
gladness won't last long
expunge ailing masks aside~
untamed freedom roars.
Shackled leeches start shallow, rage of lightning strikes~constraint chafes the mind
Salty silver silence sips soul
Communicating amethyst anger
The heat fuming like red volcano
Words like white vinegar oozing
Careful what you say during erosion
Can cause damage explosion corrosion
Passion painted with tar and heavy heart
Lighted ignited with precision you spark
When upset you are a ball of liquid fire
Splashing thrashing flailing failing desire
I’ve learned to navigate stay out of way
to ride the tide of your temper one more day
Splitting soil and rock; quaking,
shaking dance of death.
Land and sea alike,
Well shaken; no stirring here;
an earthquake, temper tantrum.
Sharp pellets of hail
angrily slap at the earth
pricking and provoking
a chilly temper tantrum
from dark, grumbling skies.
Written on 11/2015
Hurricane Hermine is coming ashore this dark night,
Descending with wind and rain and a stormy appetite.
Nature is throwing a tantrum, and we will respect its wrath.
It may take no prisoners in its tempestuous path.
People are hurriedly preparing with water and food.
Some will have a hurricane party, daring the storm to intrude.
Most will say a prayer that the damage will be light.
Mother Nature will show her fury, with a view to excite!
A hurricane reminds us only God controls the weather,
And we are all put here on this Earth together.
So we will ride out the storm and say our prayers,
Leaving the weather to command for the Man upstairs.
Benny B was well known as a crowder
And today he craved a bowl of clam chowder
The waitress with a frown
Said "the chowder's all gone"
Ben threw a tantrum, whining all the louder
The pressure pot of emotions
Uncontrollably erupting
Marinated often by a trivial notions
Immune to consoling
I was shopping in the local mall
When a toddler just started to bawl
He stamped his tiny feet
And demanded a treat
But his mum wouldn’t buy a football!
He continued to scream and shout
His small mouth displayed a huge pout
But much to his chagrin
His mum did not cave in
Just warned him he could get a clout!
His dad took the child by the hand
And said words he could understand
When your mummy says no
Don’t put on a floor show -
Good parenting really is grand!
(Just for the record I'm not advocating it's good parenting to smack a child - it just happened to rhyme for the poem which is fictional)
Incidentally in October 2017 Scotland was the first place in the UK to ban parents from smacking their child... I wonder how successful that will be!
12/24/17
lost temper
usually my friends
find it.
Vampire, Of Its Hellish Temper All But The Devil Was Afraid
(Part One)
Its dark powers were off the black wickedness charts
It ended thousands with its uncharted powers
Unworldly hungry, appetite for eating hearts
Risen from Satan's darken highest of towers.
Gallons and gallons blood, its every new meal
It seeks purely innocent to torture or drain
Anger, hatred emotions it happily feels
Ripping and shredding watching as spilled blood stains.
Yes, it a dark vampire so unlike any other
Ungodly and ravenous its coldhearted thirsts
But with a devil's mark, a werewolf his mother
Devil sworn he was the only, the last, the first.
With its four inch bloody claws and razor-sharp teeth
Born with Herculean strength, deep evil powers
Hades most evil powers rest so far beneath
Rose on hellish dawns took dear blood-soaked showers.
Always held hell-born thoughts within its hate-filled chest
Master of the Hell's thirteenth angel's poison seal
No black-demons dare his evil abilities test
Ever anxious for sweet new blood, that thrill kill.
Even the old gods dared not cross his dark path
Its hot, hellacious temper over a mile deep
No man nor other beast could defeat its black-wrath
Only away from shining angels did it ever creep!
Robert J. Lindley, Dark poetry
July 11th, 1973, edited today.......
Part One
Note:
("And even the very bravest of heroes, approached it with direst of trepidations")
2nd Note, 9-22-2023
This is not for any contest.
Isn't it amazing
to reap what you sow?
Now harvest. Before, plow.
Seething Earth seeps a,
tongue of lava, scorch the soil-
Mind mother's temper
Turn a deaf ear to unnecessary whining
For what we take in can affect our mood
‘Tis better than engaging in maligning,
Never to respond with a comment rude.
Written May 27, 2022