Spoiling for a Fight
There will always be people
Who will walk up to you
With a sneer upon their face
And hatred they will spew
They’ll be upset about something
That you have said or done
They’ll make it very evident
That their patience is none
They’ll point a finger at you and
Accuse you of wrongdoing
They’ll ‘let off steam’ by scolding you
And not themselves reviewing
Just the other day someone
Walked up to me and had
A complaint they wanted to air
They were upset a tad
I turned around in their driveway
And they saw fit to leave
Their home to walk up to me and
Proceed to bitch and grieve
At first I couldn’t hear their words
Because I wore earphones
Listening to relaxing
And harmonious tones
I thought it strange that this person
Who watched me like a hawk
When I put my car on their
Driveway would come and squawk
And not notice I couldn’t hear
While wearing my headset
Guess they were too busy being
Angry and upset
I turned off tunes to hear them say
They’ve had all they can take
For some reason this has caused them
A very heavy ache
They furrowed brow and spat their rage
And levied me a fee
Every single past offense
Was to be paid by me
All I saw was a small person
Petty, selfish, weak
The kind who gave lame compliments
But was quick to critique
I saw them spoiling for a fight
And wanting to provoke
The sleeping beast inside of me
Because their own awoke
The words of a great warrior
Echoed deep in my mind
My own patience and fortitude
His teachings did remind
He said that a true warrior
Will take control and act
A fool is someone who reflects
A fool will just react
A fool is one who will mimic
The weakness that they see
A fool allows attacker to
Decide who they will be
As this upset person who was
Spoiling for a fight
Spouted off their barbs I did not
Let their words incite
I simply held my tongue and gave
A warm and gentle smile
Not allowing them to change
My mood from peace to vile
The more that I simply smiled and
Remained completely silent
The more confused they seemed to get
Along with that, less violent
Their rage began to lose some steam
And they began to mumble
Loud and angry accusations
Now just a faint grumble
They turned around in confusion
And walked away, ashamed
At least that’s how it seemed to me
‘Cause my resolve had tamed
Whatever was inside of them
That hungered for a fight
Eager to explode over
Things so mundane and trite
When people think of warriors
They think of blood and death
The truth is that a warrior
Is all about deep breath
Patience, poise and full control
A loving, peaceful heart
Unwavering courage that
On others should impart
Never in a rage because
They didn’t get a want
Never letting go of peace
Because someone did taunt
Understanding that a battle
Is a last resort
Recognizing arguments
Are best to be kept short
And never spoiling for a fight
Or indulging one too
When petty people lose their calm
A warrior stays true
Miro
THis is beautiful. Thank you.
Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
I loved this poem. It allows me to see a new path to take. Thank you.
Thanks, always great that.
Peace,
Miro
Nice – I’ve included you in my blog post on breath and anger management at http://brokenbrilliant.wordpress.com/2011/10/09/tbi-ptsd-anger-management-by-using-the-breath/
Thanks for your words
BB
Thanks, gratitude!