The voices drawl with an incompatible ire,
placed outside the grace of acceptance, fire,
and whosoever yields to their own dark switch
cannot in wake of a cool toned irony, bitch
nor be taken as any affront at all.
Lost are the intentions of slanderous fold,
displaced emotions and gripes now told,
fall short of meaning with heart so sold
on the resistance of escalation, as old
as turning cheeks.
Nothing stops a frustrated and angered mind
like a calm and loving smile,
for no contention can lure a state unkind,
from a no responsive heart and a kind
and harmonious demeanor.
Yet those pent up souls, vent at will,
trying to instill the fight, until
their verbal allegations and irrational mitigation s
drive a soul to vengeful ills,
and in the venting they release.
But its not worth the emotional chill,
the heat of battle and ego’s will,
rather a non-invasive pleasantry to still
their escalating rage,
when its time to just take deep breaths.
Is it better to just calmly walk away,
quietly decline the invitation and say,
a calming word and in a placating way,
‘goodbye and have a nice day,’
but that’s for me, more than you.
Their fuse now lit with no-one to slight
is just a back-burn to prevent a fire,
and implode they might, all that rage and not one bite
a plight I do not envy,
and hope despite their abuse, they’ll settle.
A lover not a fighter, I try to stay clean and calm,
work with charm rather than muscle,
and when I’m struck with venting souls,
I just think, what an ass-hole, and let it all go,
for in the end their heart attack is not my concern.
Tony DeLorger © 2018