The petulant midday sun
Raging, blazing, vindictive orbit at its zenith
It's blinding glare, a white hot disc
Scorching and oppressive
Over the earth and living ones
A merciless sentinel in the cerulean sky
Wrapping us in its stifling embrace
A shimmering mirage dancing in the air.
Helen Marie was a petulant clown
Pettish, prickly, persnickety all around
She got upset at every perceived double cross
She was especially upset with her brother Ross
She is cantankerous and crotchety her mother said.
Because of her curmudgeonly ways, she needs to go to bed.
But Helen did not agree, and was ready to flare up
Her abnormally loud temper scared her dad and pup.
How can we deal with this? He asked her mother.
Let me have at it, she told Dad and Ross, the brother.
She had grown up with six sisters, so this was not new.
As the oldest of seven females, she knew what to do.
She told Helen all the great things she had going for her.
She gave her optimism, and a hope that was pure.
She assured her things would be better soon.
Then she tucked in Helen by the light of the moon.
You always wanted me to be
That girl I always refused to be.
Being Petulant
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
My mirror projects the face of an angry man,
One that stress is exhausting as rapidly as it can.
I exist in a place, now believing, I don’t belong,
Each day, is a repeat, of a familiar sad song.
I know it isn’t others but the problem is with me,
I can’t make things the way I’d have them to be.
So in aloneness I gaze hinder just to reminisce,
Until reality returns and pleasant thoughts I dismiss.
Petulant
Limerick
Written: by Miracle Man
7/7/2018
I once knew a man, who was cranky and petulant,
But not once was it said that he was malevolent.
His emotions did rise,
Like heat to the skies,
It was whispered by others he wasn’t benevolent;
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