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
no temper tantrum
will succeed averting
summer’s departure
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Benny B was well known as a crowder
And today he craved a bowl of clam chowder
The waitress with a frown
Said "the chowder's all gone"
Ben threw a tantrum, whining all the louder
I was shopping in the local mall
When a toddler just started to bawl
He stamped his tiny feet
And demanded a treat
But his mum wouldn’t buy a football!
He continued to scream and shout
His small mouth displayed a huge pout
But much to his chagrin
His mum did not cave in
Just warned him he could get a clout!
His dad took the child by the hand
And said words he could understand
When your mummy says no
Don’t put on a floor show -
Good parenting really is grand!
(Just for the record I'm not advocating it's good parenting to smack a child - it just happened to rhyme for the poem which is fictional)
Incidentally in October 2017 Scotland was the first place in the UK to ban parents from smacking their child... I wonder how successful that will be!
12/24/17
Hurricane Hermine is coming ashore this dark night,
Descending with wind and rain and a stormy appetite.
Nature is throwing a tantrum, and we will respect its wrath.
It may take no prisoners in its tempestuous path.
People are hurriedly preparing with water and food.
Some will have a hurricane party, daring the storm to intrude.
Most will say a prayer that the damage will be light.
Mother Nature will show her fury, with a view to excite!
A hurricane reminds us only God controls the weather,
And we are all put here on this Earth together.
So we will ride out the storm and say our prayers,
Leaving the weather to command for the Man upstairs.
If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have taken the time to tell you,
All the while you were standing there acting so immature and selfish,
Holding my breath and counting to ten a million times over,
I quietly sat and watched the rage until you stopped breathing over my shoulder,
I couldn't take the abuse any longer, And I decided to leave the room,
Because I knew in my heart my intentions were good, and you would eventually see it soon,
What good am I to you if you can't hear me, or label me, and tune me out,
And in the midst of this temper tantrum you will find the culprit here is doubt,
It's like reliving childhood while your placing your fingers in your ears,
And humming a tune while your parents are trying to guide you about something you don't want to hear,
How can I protect your heart when you act so unwilling,
And treat me like a stranger in my own house while all the while I'm giving,
I never left the house, I only moved to the next room,
And until I know it's safe to come out, I promise I'll come back soon,
For the love I have for you will always be in my heart to stay,
What's looks to you now as if it's gone, never really went away.
Splitting soil and rock; quaking,
shaking dance of death.
Land and sea alike,
Well shaken; no stirring here;
an earthquake, temper tantrum.
During the night the heavy storm came.
Lashing rain and winds that were wild.
By morning, gone, and now weather tame.
The skies, bright and clear, wind now mild.
Nature's temper tantrum, like that of a child.
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