poem/ Temper

When I have lost my temper,I have lost my reason to,
I am never proud of anything which angrily I do.
When I have talked in anger,and my cheeks are flaming red.
I have always uttered something which I wish I had not said.

In anger I have never done a kindly deed or wise,but many things
for which I felt I should apologize.

In looking back across my life,and all I have lost or made,
I can,t recall a single time When fury ever paid.
So I struggle to be patient,for I have reached a wiser age;
I do not want to do a thing Or speak a word in rage.

I have learned by sad experience,that when my temper flies.
I never do a worthy deed,a decent deed or wise.


from the Inspiring Poems By Brother Bennie and other unknown poets

poem/The way of a lie

The way of a lie
First,somebody told it,Then the room wouldn"t hold it.
So the busy tongues rolled it, till they got it outside.
Then the crowd came across it.and never once lost it,
But tossed it and tossed it,Till it grew long and wide.
This lie brought forth others,both sisters and brothers,
And fathers and mothers_A terrible crew.
And while headlong they hurried,
The people they flurried,And troubled and worried,
As lies always do.
And so evil-bodied,This monster lay goaded,
Til at last it exploded in smoke and in shame.
Then from mud and from mire
The pieces flew higher,And hit the sad liar,
And killed a good name.

from the poetry book Inspiring Poems
okayuntil next time The High roller is rolling on out
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