We can and will get angry, in this life you see,
let not the sun go down, on the wrath of you and me.
We all get mad, just don’t speak those words that kill,
nor speak those words, that from another’s peace, you steal.
Don’t go to bed angry, for it’s roots will surely grow,
and from you, your peace of heart will go.
Treating others as you want to be treated, you see,
is putting to the test, the love in you and me.
It’s not easy returning love, when someone is feeding you death,
and yet there is power of death and life, in our very breath.
From the abundance of our heart, the tongue begins to speak,
our very words we say, shows just what we seek.
And by those words we speak, we are also known,
by our actions, shows a heart of love, or stone.
Truth is not many are human, most have zero feeling, they only pretend.
Sometimes we get mad at the truth, when some speak out, and we don’t agree, but better to be in the company of someone’s truth than to be with someone wearing a mask.
Truth is most would leave you and care less, they pretend to care, but really have no nothing in their heart, they are the ones that hide in the dark.
Truth is we are surrounded by some that are unhuman, they want to harm and take all we have.
Truth is, anyone can be unhuman, we just have to be careful of some of the ones that we see around.
Truth is hard to find, so many act fine, but they just tell lies.
So, beware and take care, put yourself first and don’t give all of you to anyone, make yourself strong so you can weather any storm.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
It was shocking to lose my family in one day, to have no funeral, no one who cared.
I lost my whole family in one day, the judge may have caused me to suffer the loss of my family.
The judge ordered me to list someone to be a witness to my divorce length, this caused my family to get mad, leaving me to lose my whole family in one day.
Some days I feel like it was just a dream, then I remember, this was real, and it continues to this day.
Abuse can come in many forms, even after divorce, the ex-spouse can continue abusing by way of parental alienation, lies, lack of empathy, and many more not mentioned.
You never know what tomorrow will bring, so remember the loss I suffered in just one day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
At least once everyday
There is a word that we should say
Said in the morning or at night
Just scream it out - it’ll be alright.
Internet hackers just took all your money
Something like that is far from funny
A little bird just pooped on your shirt
Your load of clean washing fell in the dirt.
Don’t get mad
Or start feeling sad
Just say “bollocks” everyday
And watch all ills just drift away.
*This advice is of a general nature and may not suit everyone’s circumstances. Please consult professional help if necessary.
Kindness breeds Kindness
Gratitude is the attitude
Go out and spread love today
In doing this, world’s a happy place
Hug yourself is the answer
Someone annoys you, don’t get mad
Say “go hug yourself today”
Then your angers turned to joy
Look, our world is hurting
All we need is a little more love
Stop! What you're doing
Yeah, take time for yourself
In nature you’ll be blessed
Look at trees, even hug a tree
I do that, tranquillity fills my soul
Soar like an eagle, be free.
‘Nappy’
They call my curls a mystery,
An enigma to unwrap -
They feel the need to touch,
Then laugh when I get mad
They call it a crime scene -
‘How nobody could love that’
They call her wild and untamed,
My hair is not to be shamed
They treat my hair like a game -
‘Guess what hairstyle she has today’
They question the growth,
As if it’s one size only -
A black girls hair created the word diversity
The intricate pattern of curls,
How we are not restricted to one pattern
My hair is not an exhibition,
It’s not for your eyes to consume
My hair may be art,
But just like the mona lisa -
Touching is not allowed
These posters document issues
That might just give MAGA the blues
Trump’s cult might get mad
The truth makes them sad
Don’t cry—we’re all out of tissues
My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand
whether shapely straight as a clarinet
or conical as a saxaphone. He blows
through a woody-reed, his tongue
not lashing at us, but conditioned
to musically relay his love for us.
My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand.
They put together a Hammond organ.
His feet so cheerfully press the pedals,
his fingers twinkle across the keys.
Whatever instrument, he sings to us;
his voice good enough for us. Occasionally,
my Dad would get mad, lash out, but
it was not his habit. He is compassionate.
He’d keep quiet, and quietly entertain.
The things I paid for…
Like the feeling of swinging on my swingset.
It only cost a dandelion.
With seeds so harmless.
I was in high school.
I could have been happy.
If I played baseball, I would run from base to base.
But I prefer home.
I could have finished that essay.
But they say Wednesdays are a time for rest.
I still managed to graduate high school.
These days, I don't think I’d be able to tell you how.
I remember driving for the first time.
The tank was full.
Art class would have been 200 dollars.
If I had taken them.
If someone offered to pay for my vacation?
I would say it was too late.
At 25, there’s nothing that will help depression.
I’ll sit on the couch, trying to break even.
I think that kid in third grade still owes me five dollars.
I get mad about those things sometimes.
The things I paid for.
Mean nothing.
Why must we look around and compare ourselves to others?
Why must we need our lives to be oh so perfect when there’s no such thing?
I’m trying to figure out why good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people
Life isn’t always kind
Some days will come with sunshines and some will come with rain
Don’t get mad at me if I disappear
I have to do things that’ll keep me sane
I been going through it
I’ve been waiting for the sun to shine again
It’s been a constant battle but I know in the end I will win
Life will not always be kind to you
Sadly people you love will betray you
I understand how it feels to hit rock bottom
I don’t know how I’ve gotten through this world I’m living in
I guess Gods faith has given me strength and keep me from giving in
It's a promise to laugh at the good.
Be silly, spontaneous and comfortable being yourself.
It's a promise to be supportive.
Be the shoulder. Be the rock.
Be the hand to hold each other up.
It's a promise to accept.
Accept the flaws-the big and the small.
It's a promise to disagree.
To argue and get mad.
It's a promise to forgive.
To listen and understand.
It's a promise to compromise.
To make decisions together.
It's a promise to share.
Share your hopes and dreams.
Share your crazy ideas and fears.
Share your bed. Share your heart.
It's a promise to give.
Give each other attention.
A touch. A look. A smile from across a crowded room.
It's a promise to show how much you mean to each other.
A goodnight kiss. An I love you text.
But most importantly,
It's a promise to be true.
It's a promise to always be there.
It's a promise to love.
I choose peace
That way I choose you
You taught me how to be kind
Because of you I always kind to others
You are my inspiration to be strong
Despite the chaos you teach me patience
You manage to be calm in trouble
In silence you smile in front of me
While the world hates one another
You are silent and didn't get hurt
When I seem discourage I look at you
I'll get back on normalcy again
You are my healer in times I get sick
When I get mad, you hold my hand
You are always there in times I need you
What is this life if love not stake
Where would I go if you're not here
What am I here for if not for you.
Should I write of grand romance,
of star-crossed lovers tell?
I've not known enough of that
to really do it well.
Should I write of torrid sex,
hot and steamy affairs?
I'm old enough now to see
that there's no meaning there.
Should I write heroic tales
full of daring and lore?
But what tale could I tell you
that you've not heard before?
Should I write of politics,
get mad and take side?
But most people won't listen
if you're not of their tribe.
Should I paint a word-picture,
delightful imagery?
There's thousands of small poems
on sunset, dawn, and trees.
Should I write a Limerick,
give you the best one yet?
But who could do better than
that man from Nantucket?
...hmm...or....
Should I write of chicken wings?
A bar food mighty fine,
all those great dipping sauces,
but not too hot with mine...
Too much heat buries the flavor.
I scry through time with a crystal sphere
Asking of it my future, both far and near
Yet, the images I see were dismally unclear
(It should go without saying that I am not a seer)
I saw a black dog and it's rather cute
It doesn't bark though, perhaps it's mute?
Its silky coat shines like freshly ironed suit
Is it time to do the laundry? I do not compute
Then I saw an owl flying over my house
That's great! I hope it'd prey on the mouse
Who invaded my dresser and chewed on a blouse
The most expensive one too, that dreadful louse!
It then displayed my room, and zoomed in on my bed
Where someone had left on the pillow an old, felt hat
I tap on the hard dome, starting to get mad
Couldn't it bring a sign that can be more easily read?
Finally, it shattered, the infernal ball
I've been scammed! It couldn’t see the future after all
I was born in the Year of the Rabbit,
which left me with a very nasty habit.
I like to nibble on stuff,
sometimes nice, sometimes rough,
and when she gets mad, I get mad, dagnabbit!
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