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Don’t Look Quack In Anger

I heard you say.

Salutations friends, thank you so much for joining us for another rousing edition of, “The Blaikie Picayune”. Canada’s least popular, nonexistent, digital newspaper. And those rankings are surprisingly well contested.

If no news is good news then you’re going to be ecstatic.

I partook in a minor disagreement last week with a colleague which was the inspiration for today’s composition. Thank you again and enjoy!

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“Don’t Look Quack in Anger”, August 29, 2020.

A mesmerizing thing is rage

Justifies boorish acts 

Undoubtably would be more sage 

Part emotion from facts 

Often once the moment passes

Regrets to inundate

Like the near-blind trying glasses 

Will deeply cogitate

However trapped in maelstrom’s heart

To just peer through the haze 

Depress spiked passions back to start 

Drive away fury’s craze 

Can’t come up with a single case 

When pleased by anger’s choice 

No occasions where simple grace 

Could not surpass raised voice 

Now aware that reactions mad 

Are truly mad indeed 

Results notwithstanding I’m glad 

Of each try to succeed

As most things described in abstract 

Applying to life’s crude 

But failure never should detract 

Next chance controlling mood 

When acquiring any new skill 

Practice is what crafts might 

One day possessing iron will 

Triumphant in true fight. 

————————————————————————————————————————————————-Obviously anger is responsible for far greater atrocities than boorish vitriol but we’re levitating closer to the mean in this one. Pun both intended and apologized for.

I literally cannot think of a single time in my entire life I reacted in anger and was happy with the result. And that sample size is quite large now as it’s one of my favourite character flaws apparently. The first step is admitting you have a problem. Presumably the second would be trying to do even the smallest thing about it. That step two sure is a doozy… a la Bugs bunny, naturellement.

Usually spontaneous French is a good sign it’s time to mosey and a’moseyin we be.

{Please mosey now, stage right}

Be blessed, my friends.

-Alex Blaikie

Categories: poetry writing

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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.

4 replies

  1. There is no situation when choosing kindness is an incorrect response. That doesn’t always mean being nice, sometimes it requires anger and passion to drive for necessary change. But kindness is the answer to helping make world a better place to live and prosper.

    Thank you for sharing your very well organised and crafted creation.

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