I had a really bad temper, when I was growing up. Sport helped me channel that temper into more positive acts.
quote by Mike Krzyzewski
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Dont Lose Your Temper
Dont lose your temper
Dont lose your temper
Dont lose your temper
cos I love you when youre wild
Dont lose your temper
Dont lose your temper
Dont lose your temper
cos Id hate you to grow mild
Since you took that job with a company
Youve changed so much you just wont recognise me
They have you dressed up like a secretary
You mustnt change the things that make you what you are
Since youve been listening to that linguaphone
Youre speaking in a voice that is not your own
Im not sure if its you when I call home
You mustnt change the things that make you what you are
Whatever happened to my fighting, biting, lightning lioness
Little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl
I think I preferred it when your hair was in a mess
Brittle girl, brittle girl
Theyre not your real curls
Dont lose it
Dont lose it
Dont lose it
Dont lose it
song performed by by Xtc
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He is happy whom circumstances suit his temper; but he Is more excellent who suits his temper to any circumstance.
quote by David Hume
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And they said if we help with the crisis, they would do a lot of positive acts. After we helped in those crises, they showed negative acts and the Japanese and Turks were ashamed.
quote by Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani
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Channels
Channel 1's no fun.
Channel 2's just news.
Channel 3's hard to see.
Channel 4 is just a bore.
Channel 5 is all jive.
Channel 6 needs to be fixed.
Channel 7 and Channel 8-
Just old movies, not so great.
Channel 9's a waste of time.
Channel 10 is off, my child.
Wouldn't you like to talk a while?
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Scott Clifton
S is for the way you Sing
C is for your Cleverness
O is for being the Only One for me
T is for your Testimony
T is for your song Testify
C is for Cleverness
L is for the way you Love
I is for your beautiful set of Eyes
F is for your Funny since of humor
T is for the Tone of your voice
O is for Obtaining your temper
N is for Not losing your temper, or since of humor
poem by Kathryn Thompson
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Photography suits the temper of this age - of active bodies and minds. It is a perfect medium for one whose mind is teeming with ideas, imagery, for a prolific worker who would be slowed down by painting or sculpting, for one who sees quickly and acts decisively, accurately.
quote by Edward Weston
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Blue film- a needed media
Blue film: it is handier
Than the red light area.
It serves as direct stimulus
Unlike the yellow magazine.
It is decent unlike the green talk.
The impotent becomes the potent.
The temper-less becomes full of temper.
Blue film is useful only to man.
Half of men population has seen.
Elders out number youngsters.
Unlike men, women aren’t affected.
No stimulation from the blue.
For her the last is sex.
For him the peak is sex.
Only man worries from love failure.
24.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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T.v. Dinner
Someone channel surfin:
Channel 1: where'd ya get the beauty scar tough guy, eatin pussy
Channel 2: yeah, that's a naughty, naughty, naughty, no-no baby, baby, baby
Channel 3: this guy is really hot
Channel 4: gosh it's hot
Channel 5: it looks and feels natural, just like a part of you
Channel 6: the trouble with you is, your alergic to motown bellisle, bellisle
Channel 7: lsd
Channel 8: man, it's a real shame when people be throwin away a perfecty good white bot like that
song performed by by Kid Rock
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Tuna In The Brine
I fondle keys to my heart when everyone's heart
Seems so calm
And you found the lock
To my dorm and opened the door to my trust
Fundand#8230;. my vestry
The light in my darkest hour is fear
Denies me of anything good soooand#8230;and#8230;.
Don't lose your heart you'll need it
You'll have to take another pill and tell another lie
And lie amongst your lies like tuna in the brine.
Take everything that you're not and don't be so
Scared to tamper (temper) with (temper) "tampered with" evidence (tamper)
Coz you'll come along for the sun if you come at all
To lose your heart you'll have to take
song performed by by Silverchair from Diorama
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Kangaroo talks to the Sun
Hey Sun, look Man -
I can move around and hop
and I can run around
even at 70km/h;
I can kangaroo fight and kick for a mate
and I can go all across the land -
and you?
All you can do is to spin and spin
and crawl over the sky
and burn and lose all your hair
and burn and show your temper in solar flares
Hey you, Sun, look Man -
I can stand on three using my tail as well
and jump around like a ping pong
and you, all you can do is
to shine and burn and try and look bright.
Hey you, Sun, look Man –
what can you do?
And the Sun
burned hot and showed its temper
and the continent was parched
and heat waves came with fire and smoke
and the creeks and rivers went dry
and the Kangaroo could find no shade;
and then the kangaroo said, with a grin:
Hey God Sun…
you needn’t take my words so seriously, eh?
poem by Raj Arumugam
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The Old Wife's Mood
'Don’t grumble and growl and roar at me
Old man, when your temper’s turning,
I’ve long since tired of your vain disputes
In the halls of your lordship’s learning,
You think, old man, you can tame me now
By beating your breakers shoreward,
I’ve never put up with your antics yet
When your spume is fuming forward.'
‘Don’t shriek at me, ’ said the old man sea
As she whipped at his crests in temper,
‘It’s always the way that your humour turns
Each bleak and harsh September;
Will ever you calm yourself, you witch
And settle my troubled rancour,
Or shriek and howl like a grey old owl
At my spindrift’s sullen anger? ’
‘Old, I was old when the world was young
In my hallowed depths and deeps,
What did I want with a wife like you
Whose temper never sleeps? ’
‘Don’t carp and cavil at me, ’ she shrilled
In the runnels at rocks uncovered,
‘I’d turn the tide in a backward slide
For the sake of a new-found lover.’
She turned to whip at the whining wires:
‘I’m leaving you and your brood, ’
The sea came grumbling round the Pier
‘It’s only the old wife’s mood.
She’s light and happy in other months,
In love that’s ever the way.’
The old wife crept from her hiding place
To join him, out in the bay.
15 March 1975
poem by David Lewis Paget
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A Morning After
You mirror (not mirror exactly, but echo cho cho..) that flash
of hot tongue lash, swift as a simile in its bite, moving this
walking mess of indecision and (cold, cold) anxiety to tears
(and what(of the past present future) of the ghosts?)
Temper, temper you gotta lotta words as I do
and the lies and the falsities cascade like rolling credits in
my head. Of and not of this: trace the root back
to three then you have vulnerability
The science is there: all neurological and treatable
but in this labyrinth there are not only minotaurs:
there are spectres and the boogeyman - fear, or
so I've read. You as a metaphor, I as the
hyperbole. We move in ways unknown to me.
poem by Julian Sison
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To me, it doesn't matter how good you are. Sport is all about playing and competing. Whatever you do in cricket and in sport, enjoy it, be positive and try to win.
quote by Ian Botham
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Self Immolation
Skin
Your scars
Surface is
Rusty blades
Chorus:
Self immolation crying out
Self immolation crying out
Self immolation crying out
Self immolation crying out
Oblivion
Your weakness
Is your temper
Is your temper
Repeat Chorus
Your god
High above
In your veins
Liquid sky
Repeat Chorus
I'mmortal
Your saviour
Destroys you
Destroys you
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Fear Factory from Soul Of A New Machine
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The Modern Kid
Born abroad and growing strong
Away from home and motherland
Growing in cosy environs
Pampered by parents, neglected
Loner lost amidst high-tech toys
Craving for love and tender care
Glued to the idiot-box, web-world
Autistic and having own ways
Throwing temper-tantrums for things
Reckless, careless and mischievous
Aping adults, taking all risks
Eating fast foods with fashion fads.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-04-'12
poem by John Celes
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Gave my heart and soul to her
I met her on my first day in college
She was my classmate
Wasn’t beautiful
Short in height and Normal looks
An average student, No extra talent,
Nothing to attract my desire for love
I was new to the city and the college
She helped me with books and notes
Took me to the doctor when I fell sick
Dropped me on her scooter
To and fro from to college
Always greeted me with a hearty smile
Helped me in my thesis and studies
Never asked for anything in return
Whether in the college or outside
It was the same with every person
I met with a severe accident
She took my care day and night
I never saw her loosing temper
Never did she refuse anybody for help
Meaning of beauty had changed for me
Physical beauty was not my concern
Her inner beauty had captured my heart
I couldn’t stop myself from loving her
Gave my heart and soul to her
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Where Nature She Loses Her Temper
The dead are past all cares and sorrows the survivors their life's dreams destroyed
'Tis said that in Nature's moment of anger in Kashmir that thousands of people have died
She leaves behind grief and desolation great buildings toppled to the ground
Where Nature she loses her temper death and destruction to be found.
For our disrespect to Mother Nature there has to be some price to pay
When she flies into fits of anger she flattens everything in her way
Her latest earthquake in Asia proves how destructive she can be
Yet us humans are her benefactors since she feeds all of humanity.
We abuse our marvellous Mother Nature when we pollute her land, rivers and sea
Yet without her we would quickly die of thirst and hunger and none quite so generous as she
And despite her odd fits of bad temper to Humankind she is a friend
And her moods are so very natural since she is not one to pretend.
The dead they are now past all feelings from all cares and sorrows they are gone
And the survivors head for refugee camps and life on the Planet goes on
Where Nature she loses her temper destruction and sorrow are rife
And buildings like pancakes are flattened and there is a huge loss of life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sonnet: On Anger
Remember Man that Anger is futile!
Restrain your temper bad when ‘fumes’ arise;
Apologize if guilty, in high style,
And write your Anger off or play it nice.
Mere counting helps to dissipate Anger;
But slamming doors and raving mad aren’t right;
Poetry puts the ‘plane’ into hanger!
When Anger comes, Man loses his insight.
The more you write, the stinging tone gets less;
The balls you smash will fall away off-court;
Painting, cartooning help Anger harness;
Just hold your temper making it your forte!
An action rash in angry mood too fails;
When calm returns, a better sense prevails.
6-6-2001
poem by John Celes
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Today's Tolerance For Decay
Be you one of caution,
When a flaring temper goes off.
The fumes of it...
Will and can spit foam,
To venomize.
Be weary of those,
Who make light of your life...
With childish pranks to provoke.
Innocently they will make claims,
Their actions to defame was just for fun.
Be you one of caution,
When a flaring temper goes off.
The fumes of it...
Will and can spit foam,
To venomize.
And this they will do,
After one who has professed an innocence...
Realizes those who are adults,
Are not seeking children to play with.
And children not understanding this,
Must be punished.
Or they will miss the gravity of their actions.
And missing the gravity of their actions,
Has resulted in today's tolerance for decay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temper gets you into trouble. Pride keeps you there.