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Famous Angry Poems
When Things Won't Work
by Julie Hebert
I have to say,
It makes me angry,
When things don't go,
The way they should be.
I expect so much,
From things and people.
And when things go poorly,
I feel so ungleeful.
My temper gets hot,
And I don't know what to do.
I just wish someday,
These things would pull through.
But I have to stay calm,
And roll up my sleeves.
Maybe some direction,
Is all that I need.
The Three Laws
by Anonymous
Love is the golden law,
Sunnily dear;
Justice, the silver law,
Cold, calm, and clear;
Anger, the iron law,
Harshly severe
Anger's an iron lance
Mighty to slay;
Justice, a silver scale,
Faultless alway;
Love is a golden ring,
Joining for aye!
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A Live Wire
by Anonymous
I did not know—so awkward I,
So fumbling in my speech—
That I had touched a quivering nerve
No man might safely reach.
A burst, a flash, a deadly blow,
A friendship numb for aye,
What other end may one expect,
If one with lightnings play?
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Stop Me!
Stop me, good people! Don't you see
My temper is running away with me?
Help, Master Commonsense! Are you afraid?
Good Mistress Prudence, come to my aid!
Stop me, Conscience! Stop me, I pray!
My temper, my temper is running away!
Dear Brother Kindness, snatch after the reins!
Help, or my temper will dash out my brains!
Help, or I'll get a terrible fall!
Help, Shame, Caution, Love, Wisdom, and all!
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Keep Your Temper
by Ellen P. Allerton
It never did, and never will,
Put things in better fashion,
Though rough the road, and steep the hill,
To fly into a passion.
And never yet did fume or fret
Mend any broken bubble;
The direst evil, bravely met,
Is but a conquered trouble.
Our trials—did we only know—
Are often what we make them;
And mole-hills into mountains grow,
Just by the way we take them.
Who keeps his temper, calm and cool,
Will find his wits in season;
But rage is weak, a foaming fool,
With neither strength nor reason.
And if a thing be hard to bear
When nerve and brain are steady,
If fiery passions rave and tear,
It finds us mained already.
Who yields to anger conquered lies-
A captive none can pity;
Who rules his spirit, greater is
Than he who takes a city.
A hero he, though drums are mute,
And no gay banners flaunted;
He treads his passions under foot,
And meets the world undaunted.
Oh, then, to bravely do our best,
Howe'er the winds are blowing;
And meekly leave to God the rest,
Is wisdom worth the knowing!
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