I’m thinking of a person
Who is strong and resilient.
Big in personality but size is small.
When mad, they turn a green pigment.
All is lost when anger worsens.
Tantrums raging, escalating.
Tired now, limbs in a sprawl.
I’m talking about toddler phasing,
A daily battle of exertion.
Sometimes this creature looks at you.
Those eyes can be so piercing.
Or are they kind, sympathetic?
He or she is fur – and even that
is artificial stuff. But with eyes.
What were you thinking when
you gazed at him - or her -
in a shop window?
Whose eyeballs were created
with coloured plastic, glass or affection?
(20 Jan 2024)
I fall into situations that I think are going to be awful
Some of them end up being my favorite situations
This is one of them. I came into it kicking and screaming.
Yelling so loudly, that I busted both of my ear drums.
I wanted everyone to know this was not my idea.
Six days later, I realize the situation is better than before.
Being given this assignment was a gift.
Where is the baby tantrum now?
Don’t worry, I am still capable of pulling one.
If the need arises again.
There it goes again,
off into a tantrum,
hurling blow upon blow
of breakers against the rocks,
tearing itself apart
into a fitful foam
of rage.
Come tomorrow,
or the next, it will calm down
to a gentle lapping
of the pier, flicking out
a watery tongue
like a child
licking a poppsicle
as if nothing
had happened.
Old man wind pulled back the ocean waters
and funneled them into his watering can;
sprinkled them across the state;
over-watering every garden in sight.
A flood, six inches of water invaded my basement;
a three inch wading hole in the street and
a fortune in appliances and furniture was lost.
Afterwards he painted a rainbow in a cloudy sky and
started over again.
His tantrum lasted for two weeks.
Enraged winter ocean
Mighty anger displayed
Neptune has lost control
Howling winds whip up waves
Fearful for sailors' souls.
Enraged winter ocean
Turbulence ongoing
Neptune is clearly mad
Manic ocean tantrum
Watching in warm clothes clad.
Enraged winter ocean
Boat battles angry sea
Fanatical Neptune
Rout under soulless sky
Storm rages at high noon.
Enraged winter ocean
Unrelenting frenzy
Neptune's beyond the pale
Vortex of pure madness
Man is so very frail.
Poltergeist was feeling frisky
New residents were in his house
Celebrating new home drinking whisky
His ghostly presence like silent mouse.
Happy pair were quietly fluted
Snoozing contentedly on comfy couch
Poltergeist decided to kick up rumpus
'twas definitely now haunted house.
Rage and ruin whirlwind temper
Calico cat cowers on the mat
Violent supernatural distemper
Enjoyed his hateful haunting spat.
Sleeping through ghostly tantrum
Quite unaware of strange going on
In the morning they'll need explanation
Before they move to Defcon 1.
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Something yond is sore to proveth,
judging those who is't disagreeth,
hurst nay hast peat swamp.
People breath their owneth blood,
Ulcers replaceth green air?
Benumbed lungs and panshard death,
city born city bred?
The wind is having a tantrum.
It whines and screams and
Howls around the house,
Tearing at the shingles,
Whacking the roof with branches,
Blowing porch chairs into a corner,
A loose cushion into a puddle
On the next block over.
It throws the recycle bin
Into the raspberry bushes
So cans and bottles litter the yard.
It sends trash can covers
Skittering across the road
To land against the fence.
It snaps tree limbs like pick-up sticks
And angrily summons the rain
To slash against the windows
With little icy pellets and
Drive water in under the sill
To form a puddle on the floor.
Probably tomorrow it will clear,
And we’ll all go outside
To clean up the debris.
But the mischievous, childish wind
Will have the last laugh -
Because who can punish the wind
For the mess it made!
Tantrum
Pout?
Pouted?
Pouting?
To waste life…
To press others to your will,
and shockingly, in the end,
find they find less of you
agreeable.
Surprised?
Not very nice?
True.
Would you rather I was gentler?
I could use gloves made of down,
soft feathers at the tips,
and yet still, truth is always…
prickly, spiny, full of needles,
and above all…
painful.
Carry a mirror if you need to.
When the episode occurs…
whip it out and check it out.
Ask yourself…
“Is that me?”
No.
“Is that you?”
No.
Like who’s on first, a very old joke.
Step up, and take responsibility…
for “you” and all the things,
you do to others.
no temper tantrum
ever averting
summer’s departure
posted on September 8, 2019
He threw a tantrum
Flung the cups and saucers
On the floor
Kicked the table
Slammed the door,
Finally the voice of reason
Calmed him down,
A spoilt little brat
With a mischievous frown.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2019.
20/8/19
Screaming
At me muse
Wails like a wild
Banshee throughout the night
Tantrum.
contest win brightens my day ~ n/a hissy fit
12/22/2018
The children in control are trying to impress
By canceling the annual Christmas party for the press
Ha ha so there
So says Sir Orange Hair
Though it'll take away my opportunity to fondle some breasts
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