Teachers are leaving the profession in waves
Stating that it is too difficult, the parents are impossible
Children are disrespectful, there is not enough money in it
Some of them are right to leave.
I am glad they are going.
Teaching is not for everyone.
If you do not have patience
If you are quick to lose your temper
If you poke fun of people
If you are a bully
If you have no sense of humor or sense of fair play
Please leave our profession.
Teaching is not for everyone.
Do watch your words and actions too.
Don't say things that they'll misconstrue.
Do tell the truth, don't spread bad news,
Don't lose your temper, don't blow a fuse.
Do make sure your hair's in place,
And there's no dirt upon your face.
Be sure to keep your nose clean too,
For there are those watching all you do.
Your clothes, your hair, your finger nails,
The things you say turned into tales.
Things that shock, surprise, chagrin,
When you find all the ways you've sinned.
When you hear the fun you're having,
The way that you've been misbehaving,
You never knew so you missed the fun.
It's news to you when all's said and done.
Don't give your enemy ammunition,
For they'll use it on you without contrition.
Be careful what you say and do,
Where'er you go they're watching you.
Hate is a four-letter-word that I just hate hearing
Worse than words thought worse, considered swearing
What I really, truly hate more than anything, however
Is when I lose my temper -- something I should never do ever
They say a decent person only sins when he's overcome
By a spirit of nonsense; better he be struck dumb
For sin is one thing; temper's altogether quite another
As the latter's consequences can for a lifetime matter
Lose your temper once with a child; you may have ruined that child's life
And never ever lose your temper with your darling wife
The Bard's dictum of 'Hell hath no Fury like a woman scorned'
You'll soon understand, wishing you had never been born
Hate is an awful thing; may from the world it forever cease
But losing one's temper's worse, turning man into beast
May 06, 2019
Entry: 'It Really Gets me Going' contest
Sponsor: Brian Shaw
Trail away an impatient notion
A stoaked up heated locomotion
Keeping leveled mind as whole
Added coal takes convulsing arteries toll
Bites of charred coal triggers bitter spews
Madness chews, and choe's, chew and choe's
Aggrivate me to smoldering speeds
Added coal boils blood like riled up steeds
Anger steams conciousness into misty dreams
Keeping calm cancelled by cardinal killer screams
Open deeds reveal character devotions
Added coal coaxes furious emotions
Train of raging tempered thought
Not contained, refrained or caught
Careful not to lose your temper
You might just never again find her.
the spark is still between us.
electricity, he always comes with lightning.
he knows i can't resist a storm.
july is ending, again.
sunburnt, peeling in my bed.
last month's dead cells
sticking to the wall
above the spot i got too mad.
lauging with kings,
you bought me a drink
and i haven't seen you so happy in a while.
my god, it's been a while
since the conversation failed to end.
even the bits of frustration
felt gentler. although,
i still apologize.
kisses running up your spine,
how i wish you were all mine.
you told me you couldn't tell
if i was dead or alive.
kept asking if i was
losing my mind.
told me i needed to eat.
you didn't get angry with me. not once.
not one single time
did you lose your temper
trying to understand mine.
we got our picture taken at the bar
and you put your arm around me.
all night long, you had your hands
all over me.
you wrapped your night around me,
and made me feel higher than god.
i almost called you baby,
but not even i am that daft.
no one makes me feel like way,
and i wanted to tell you
i'm losing my mind
from all the things i do not say.
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