Shooting Star...
Twinkle
Sprinkle
Limited Technobility...
I'm not
Tech bot
Florescent Headlights...
White light
Too bright
False Teeth...
Denture
Venture
Two Sides Of The Coin...
Heads sails
Sinks Tails
On A Waiting List?...
Patient
Patient
Gaining Confidence...
Rejoice
Sound voice
Quick Temper...
Fire red
Hot head
Love In The Air...
Souls dance
Romance
Not What You Expected?...
Enlist
Tale twist
stocky five-foot girl
with a quick temper of an
erupted volcano
Don't call my quick temper a flaw,
Don’t say my forgetfulness is a half-mind’s law.
Perhaps my nerves have worn thin,
Once, I cherished you all within.
As people grow old, they may get irritable,
When the joy of life has become unbearable.
Like the sun nearing its final descent,
Its warmth fades, and it starts to relent.
The old man is quick to rise, quick to calm,
Shouting, causing chaos with alarm.
Before the red sun sinks from the sky,
It rushes, trying to catch every moment, oh so spry.
Only the patient keeps their wits intact,
The wise grow old with grace, in fact.
Like a crimson light that spreads around,
When it leaves, it fades without a sound.
But still, tomorrow it will cross the hill,
And behind, children will cry, and they will.
But the legacy left, a shining trace,
Will turn into moonlight’s embrace.
My children, do not worry when I’m gone,
Do not grieve, and do not let sorrow drag you on.
Read the five poems I’ve left behind,
They’ll guide you through the darkness you might find.
A gun is like a child
It needs to be handle
With kid gloves
No quick movements
No jerking or playing around
Because it has a quick temper
And will go off
A gun can take a life
And destroy one in the process
A gun can save a life
And protect one when you're
In danger, it is a means of
Intimidation
To the man I have always loved
Who pampered me with so much dolls
Despite having a quick temper
But, always been hesitant to spank me when I was a kid
Who taught me his golden rule
"Never come home late"
Despite me at my nearly 30's age
The one who taught me what discipline is
This once a Daddy's girl have never forgotten
How much this kid adored by you
He, who worked hard to send me to college
Is the same man I always argue with
Who told me I am his greatest opponent
Who feels and speak sorry more than I do
But Papa, whatever may happen
I may not be as sweet as you are
I will always be the child
Who will wish to see you grow old than me
Because you will always be loved
*a poem I wrote in celebration of Father's Day*
Wisdom is a fire, a little enlightens and much burns,
Insight and experience are an added fillip,
Some folks are wise and some are otherwise,
Delinquent in his quick temper dithers,
Ore of gold mixed with precious stones,
Man so erudite is a gem bridles ensuant yen !!
Earth
Dirt pours between my fingers
my energy returns
Steady as the ground beneath me
Send a prayer to Demeter
Air
Cool breeze runs across my face
Look to the clouds, float gently across the sky
I feel like the swift sparrow through the leaves
Send my joy to Khaos
Water
Freely flow through streams and rivers
To you I am pulled, a calm when you are near
A steady drip of water, one day my cup will fill
Poseidon has sent for me
Fire
Draws me to it's warmth
Turns my calm to a quick temper
but away from it, my back will never be
I call out to Hestia
They call me to walk my Wiccan path
In their hands my spirit will ever be
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