Temperatures Heat Up Slow Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Temperatures heat up slow.
Some boil to explode.
Steaming to show outside...
What can no longer hide.

Temperatures heat up slow.
some refuse to let go!
Until it's hard to keep...
A heat that has been released.

It's difficult to find the time to explain it.
Words aren't there to say what's going on.
Some people make it their business,
To stir up arguments.
And leaving behind them created conflicts.

Temperatures heat up slow.
With a click.
Some boil to explode.
With many clicks.
Steaming to show outside...
Flying fists.
What can no longer hide,
Loud brawled rifts!

And it's hard to find time to explain this!
Or sit in calmness to cool rowdy rows.
Some folks will agitate this,
As if it's a gift.
To then give to others...
To glow in what has been bestowed.
To behold what is done,
That gets old.
And this has left many cold.

Some people make it their business,
To stir up these riffs.
And leaving behind them created conflicts.
With all conflicts growing old!
Much too old to bestow.