Showing posts with label anger has no turning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger has no turning. Show all posts
Anger Has No Turning
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And death’s blossoms.
And spreads like an oak tree.
When a twig grows they are
The most unlikely birds.
It’s difficult to twist it as a stone
Into a wasp’s nest because
Every beginning is weak.
Silence will not fly into one’s mouth,
The palest ink, but, its fruit is sweet.
Gray hairs are slender anchorage-
The whisper of a pretty girl
Like a needle on a long road that
Has no turning.
Here are the proverbs I used for this poem:
Anger is as a stone cast into a wasp's nest.
Between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Evil enters like a needle and spreads like an oak tree.
Gray hairs are death's blossom's.
Heaven lent you a soul earth will lend a grave.
It is a long road that has no turning.
Luck has a slender anchorage.
Patience is a bitter seed but its fruit is sweet.
Pigs might fly, but they are most unlikely birds.
Roasted pigeons will not fly into one's mouth.
Silence was never written down.
The palest ink is better than the best memory.
The whisper of a pretty girl can be heard further than the roar of a lion.
When a twig grows hard it is difficult to twist it. Every beginning is weak.
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