Salty silver silence sips soul
Communicating amethyst anger
The heat fuming like red volcano
Words like white vinegar oozing
Careful what you say during erosion
Can cause damage explosion corrosion
Passion painted with tar and heavy heart
Lighted ignited with precision you spark
When upset you are a ball of liquid fire
Splashing thrashing flailing failing desire
I’ve learned to navigate stay out of way
to ride the tide of your temper one more day
BRIDGE OVER WATER
TRUMP TANTRUM NOW GETS
HE WANTS TO SLAUGHTER
It rose and rose
The limits it cross
Striking you
And then me
Words once shot
Leave you hurt
Hands on clock chime
Making me mum
A minute of patience
Brings a bit conscience
Often thought of taming
Yet temper never relieving
The thunderstorm slows, the rain abates
There is that eerie wind, then silence
that follows like a stray dog and you
remember screaming as the rain poured in
cursing, every curse you knew. And now
all is silence, a steady drip in the kitchen
And the raving maniac that you became
is quiet, the fire forgotten for now
But like the storm the beast still lingers
And now the storm has passed
taking my anger with it.
He smashed that thing.
What was his mood?
He'd spoken to her, to him,
then to that dog, that cat.
What is the cause of a mood,
though often good, but -
oh dear! - so bad at times?
But then he returns. He’s here.
Does he always or merely often
think he's now had
a smashing event -
though only at times?
Or can he be calmed,
touched by us, gently, sympathetically?
Can he be claimed, grabbed,
drawn back into sanity?
We make judgement on that temper.
Is this a climate, an immovable region
of his sense of humour?
Will he entertain another smashing time?
(17 Feb 2024)
Written: November 17, 2023 For Charles Messina Contest
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In peace of mind and unwavering pride
Draw out your inner disgruntled callow
Expunge ailing masks and set them aside
Shackled and phony leaches start shallow
Untamed freedom leaves a rage of delight
Lightning strikes when volition avails reign
As the noise of fists and yells echoes fight
It implies launching rough assaults again
This momentary gladness won't last long
Dark distress derides its way to the fight
And celebrates its mocking with zest strong
Frenzied fractured fragments into full-sight
Constraintis like an itch that chafes the mind
Shields the vile impulse that we must all bind
gladness won't last long
expunge ailing masks aside~
untamed freedom roars.
Shackled leeches start shallow, rage of lightning strikes~constraint chafes the mind
Temper temper
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Temper temper tantrum
Chaos and the clutter
Pulling hair and
Snarling bantum
Screaming mad shrew
Like in a stadium boo boo
Bloody Mary
Yelling red volcano
Suspend your eruption
Of push and snap
Stop your
Foul melody
All over again
Don't claim
What is not ..
Supreme you
Wanna be
Complain complain
Blame blame
You wanna play
A shameless game
Temper temper tantrum
Chaos and the clutter
Rest your daily nag
Or we lose all
Affection in the sanitarium
Reset and mellow be
Alluring, bright and cheery
You had it fair
Rant on rant
Will not bend
The anvil
And I am
Over splendid.
Tempers flare
over poor service
COVID
Turn a deaf ear to unnecessary whining
For what we take in can affect our mood
‘Tis better than engaging in maligning,
Never to respond with a comment rude.
Written May 27, 2022
I am not the only one to survive
So I have to think of others
I try not to lose my temper
Think of people's plight
Think of people's deficiency
Think of people's hardship
Think of people's IQ
Think of people's expectation
Think of people's fate
The world has to take and give
The world is not only mine
The world is fair yo everyone
All rounders never exist
Above us is our God who cares
I believe
He will compensate us
In one way or another
As a hurting song is being sung,
At a white polo shirt is flung
What can have been a cow’s dung
And on same it foully clung
And on a nearby face hung;
All a hurried indiscreet challenge
By one refusing to change,
As though it is beyond his range,
The idea pointblank strange
Or one’s denial of a sweet orange!
At last, the fastest arrangement for a detergent,
Lest victim should arrange his brother sergeant…
“Once again, the quick-to-burst temper
Proving it can with a lot tamper.
We sing “Holy is thy name, O Lord,”
Yet attach it to every unsavory word
Then euphemizing, we say “gall-durn,”
It seems like we will never learn!
We pray “Hallowed be thy name,”
Forgetting our curses mean the same
We even go so far as to say “Holy Sh*t,”
And rarely consider what we mean by it.
I must plead guilty too often saying
Words that wouldn’t be fit for praying
And when I lose my temper, most often,
I spit out words like nails in my coffin.
written December 21, 2021
Pick up an offer
You'll find a new adventure
A deduction of prices
A quick accumulating crowd
A long queue of patience
And a challenge of temper
A traffic jam
And a lost of precious time
An extra expenditure
And a new debt
And a risk to Covid-19
Really an underestimated offer
She used her temper to totally chide
Most of her countrymen on the hillside
Annoying some greatly
Especially lately
They may have to commit a fratricide
Energy is in the sky
Lightning flashes by
An angry sword
Nature’s electric chord
Is it a show?
A temper tantrum dangerous throw
White on black
Weather attack
Shatters and crack
Dark clouds map the track
Stops everything on the ground
Shelter needs to be found
Then the rain
Roaring down like a freight train
Taking away clear visibility
Sight has no ability
Slowly travel
Listening to the Godly gavel
Thundering rocks
Heard down many blocks
It is a sound
Throughout the town
Leaving warning
When pouring
“You down there
I do care
Think for the next hour
As the storm unleashes its power”
When it is done
Calmness claims it has won
A rainbow may appear
Filled with colors to cheer
Brightening the day
That had something to say
Getting things off its chest
Moving on leaving behind a scene that rests
Resulting from this childish outburst
Many enjoy the grateful thirst
While others hide feeling cursed
Turning off the evening lamp
Interpreting the message, ‘everything is damp’
Enjoy tomorrow’s sun
Filled with special warmth and loving fun
In a world where true emotions are welcome
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