Even if you skip big meanings
Minding petty pace of days
Yours is splendid way of living
Straightening paths in every maze
There you go across the water
There you fly upon the land
There you stand amidst the slaughter
Which you fail to understand
What seemed complex turns out plain
As the years go by it gets
Clearer that we go insane
With our number of upsets
Tempered madness works like pill
Daily doses you can measure
By yourself, no form to fill
You would need for such a pleasure
If it doesn’t satisfy
Then you have a great resource
To repeat the reasons why
Voluntary, not by force.
A clavier who, his temper loses,
suffers from discordant bruises.
After the broadsword's been hammered
After the battle blade's been tempered
While all the forge fires clamored
Their blood's been Semper Fi simmered
Die cast, more molded metal men
Die classed, just one more axe to bear
Bold swings from the hip once again
Gold medals rip lead through the air
Molten metal men by the scores
Molting fallen families mourn
We stoke our fires to warm our wars
One more Semper Fi tempered born
The Stubborn Heart”
Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground,
Words like rivers, he won't let them drown.
Eyes set firm, with fire and pride,
Even truth must wait till he's tried.
He sees threats wherever he may go,
Every word—a weapon poised to throw.
Sharp as knives, his cold replies,
Send chills down spines and truth to lies.
He hides his pain, but weeps in the shade,
Regrets and traumas carefully laid.
In silence he curls, where no one can tell,
A prisoner of pride in his own shell.
But even stone can crack with time,
And healing grows where love will climb.
A touch, a word, a hand held tight—
Can lead him gently back to light.
There are words that I’m slow to say,
Bound inside and kept away, so
My tempered tongue I won’t betray.
Without much thought an ass will bray;
Many with their jawbone slay, so
There are words that I’m slow to say.
Fire forged barbs will make you pay;
Injured mettle I must weigh, so
My tempered tongue I won’t betray.
Unbridled thoughts expressed all day;
Biting cuts will spark a fray, so
There are words that I’m slow to say.
Floods of emotion rush my way;
Damming walls deflect the spray, so
My tempered tongue I won’t betray.
Feelings expressed in shades of gray
Shield and keep this heart of clay, so
There are words that I’m slow to say;
My tempered tongue I won’t betray.
i reach to depths within
and find peace
AP: 3rd place 2022
Let not ill-tempered words destroy your serenity
But let the perfect peace which resides within
Be the most memorable portion of your identity.
Let others see your calm nature-defining affinity,
Your strength to take raw adversity on the chin
Let not ill-tempered words destroy your serenity.
Keep in mind that hatefulness is life’s obscenity
Do not let anger or lashing out become your sin,
Be the most memorable portion of your identity.
Negativisms should only reside in our proximity
When they approach, push them far into oblivion
Let not ill-tempered words destroy your serenity.
Frequently take measure of your prized integrity
Review what motivates acceptable behavior again,
Let not ill-tempered words destroy your serenity
Be the most memorable portion of your identity.
Full of hate
Or full of pain
The result
Tis oft the same
Trail away an impatient notion
A stoaked up heated locomotion
Keeping leveled mind as whole
Added coal takes convulsing arteries toll
Bites of charred coal triggers bitter spews
Madness chews, and choe's, chew and choe's
Aggrivate me to smoldering speeds
Added coal boils blood like riled up steeds
Anger steams conciousness into misty dreams
Keeping calm cancelled by cardinal killer screams
Open deeds reveal character devotions
Added coal coaxes furious emotions
Train of raging tempered thought
Not contained, refrained or caught
Careful not to lose your temper
You might just never again find her.
My temper is fiery
It wants to break loose
Your passion is icy
So tender, so smooth
Your touch it feeds me
It wills me to stay
The coldness it dulls me
Controlling my rage
Always we dance dear
Pulling close than apart
Your touch leaving me frostbit
My fire wanting to ignite
We are perfectly tempered
Us two, you and I
I keep us warm
When you're cold on the inside
The Storm's Fury, Can Be Tempered
When you are overfilled with a deep hate,
grab not a gun but rather the good book,
Carefully read, give Proverbs a close look
think of love and mercy before its too late;
Why act in a foolish and hard hearted way,
with the temper of the moment in your heart,
here death is final, we get not another start
all must bow on the promised judgment day;
And cultivate love in your everyday travels,
soften every hurried step in your desires,
mercy is the best wood for your hottest fires
failure to heed this and life often unravels;
When you are overfilled with a deep hate,
grab not a gun but rather the good book,
Carefully read, give Proverbs a close look
think of love and mercy before its too late.
Robert J. Lindley, 04-04-2015
TEMPERED GRACE
one challenge, one heartbeat, one goal
blinding blast--Boston’s blood
achievements brutally, ruthlessly denied
(My prayers and heart go out to Boston--the Athletes and their loved ones)
Kim van Breda-15 April 2013
"Pushing on Tempered Glass"
(Into the Night Shadow's Part 1)
By: Miranda Renee (Night Shadow)
This is the day,
So I better write it down,
When I lost my way,
Buried in my shallow grave I found.
Tempered glass,
Is what I lay upon,
Push to hard,
Underneath me it will be gone.
Shackeld heart,
Reaches out to touch the light,
To far away,
That was the day I lost my sight.
Now I stumble,
Over sharp edges,
That you gave to me,
Don't look back now, there's nothing left for you to see.
But I shall only waste away,
In the memories that came to be,
I shall only fall as hard,
As my wings don't carry me.
Were you there?
The day I started to fall.
When you pushed me over,
You never answered my call.
Unbury the remnants,
That cover over me,
These were my gifts,
That you disposed on top of me.
Then I knew,
You left me there for dead.
So retracting inward,
Into the Night Shadow is where I fled.
Now lay me down,
I need a place to rest my head.
On tempered glass,
That is the place I make my bed.
There are no gentle movements
into a calm goodnight
there is a rage
of intemperance
in the stupidity
of attempting to mark,
as to be in memory
there is no remembrance
as one I arrived bare
maggots my butlers,
devouring each and every
shedding,
eventually
being their main
course
and a life in circles moves
a thousand years
shall pass in the spinifex,
the dust shall blow
across the page
of my existence
scratching out all
I ever was
generations vortex from the future,
and stretch through to brush my mind
A memory before their time
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