Best Rectified Poems
The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.
Exiled by the hypocrisy of bureaucracy bounding her liberations and confounding her alliterations in a poetic prison. In this twisted virtual reality, duplicitous usurpers roam freely, weaving webs of deception with malicious delight.
As the chains of bureaucratic red tape clung to her delicate wrists, suffocating her imagination and confiscating her freedom of speech.
Oppressors rejoiced at achieving their vindictive objective, silencing the profound beauty of her verses and incarcerating her poetic stanzas
Woe, how the audacious bars of administrative constructors cast a pall of despair upon her unifying spirit. Her delicate offerings of metaphors and sonorous stanzas, whispered secrets which craved to be heard.
The faulty haters' impervious hearts were armoured with verdant envy which remained shielded behind the ruling dogma.
Her supporters calls of injustice to be rectified fell on deaf ears while the galvanizing melodies of empathetic quills bled for the Empress of Ink.
So we must be louder.
Hear our protest, release our Empress! Unsheathe her rhythmical rhymes! For her penmanship was never the true crime. She was just another victim of an envious mob.
Can they not see? That her absence coursed a crater larger than the Grand Canyon.
We shall not, shall not be silenced so hear our mutiny!
Reinstate our Empress, restore her creative sovereignty.
Remove the shackles of authoritative administration, as her voice is a beacon of truth, resilience and poetic revolution. So let her ink stain our community with its brilliance once more.
Categories:
rectified, community, friendship love, imagery,
Form:
Spoken Word
My Gallery
In upper part of my body
A cognitive bell rings
From a dial-up connection
of live wires
The modem is working just
To repeatedly provide
the facsimile of
Barren and bald paths
Inner lumbering of daily freight
Coiling, clutching upward
There is no vivacity
The vital force has parasited
How I inhale life?
My days and nights are bolted
Inside a brain cell,
My voice has held back
It lays a plan to brawl my soul
Residing in my own skull
Dictates notes imitating my tone
I couldn’t disintegrate my recall
As my shadow has left me
There remains Just I, me and myself,
Why is my brain a black hole?
Could it not be a universe?
Of a constellation of migraine, tablets
Syringe, backache and insomnia
Dream has become a dead pattern
As worn out as fossil led glow
Everything has become identical
Except the weight of consequence
That has variations of endurance
As I go through perdition
My imbalance will be rectified
Hang my art on the wall
As after allotted time
My gallery will end
Categories:
rectified, 12th grade, body, conflict,
Form:
Blank verse
Love, joy and peace
three virtues, over-simplified,
three fairly well-understood character traits
desired by friends, rejected by very few
who live in community with others.
Patience, goodness, kindness
Patience, I readily admit is my own Achilles’ heel.
Goodness and kindness seem to overlap.
And yet I have come to understand that they are world’s apart.
Being kind, I might hesitate to mention your blatant shortcomings,
those faults which would hurt your feelings and separate us.
Being good, I am obligated to make you aware
of wrongdoings that weaken your purpose and cause others
to mistrust and ignore you.
Goodness goes that extra mile.
Friends can tell friends the truth even if it hurts
in the hope of making a better friend.
Faithfulness, gentleness, self-control
the last of the nine qualities which folks consider
in developing spiritual relationships.
Gentleness coincides with kindness and goodness,
for there is a way in which the truth can be told
with the intent of a stronger friendship.
Gentleness I relate to humility, and if I
see you my friend headed for that lonely place of
no return, I feel duty-bound to share with you
any error I see that can be rectified.
Through self-control, I can rest at night knowing that
there are NO secrets between you and me that
I would regret if you died tomorrow
and I knew I had not told you the truth.
July 14, 2013
Contest: International Friendship Day, August 7th 2022
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Categories:
rectified, 11th grade, friendship, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Let’s take this outside
Your turn to be objectified
Necktied offside and brutified
Come step outside
Where you can no longer hide
Now you and me can collide
You’re worse than godzilla’s bride
Torpefied and vilified
Uglified, mean and evil-eyed
Always snide and undignified
Ringside, in your false pride
the eyes of Hitler recognized
Executing his genocide
Feeling justified nationwide
Lately I’ve been preoccupied
With thoughts of homicide
Accident by countryside
broadside you flip side
See you land in the fireside
For all the misery aside
you put me through - testified
Is your meanness really classified
I’m no longer taking it - qualified
I‘m no longer hiding it - quantified
No more excuses - are you satisfied?
Germicide and pesticide
Have you ever tried
To drink a ton of formaldehyde
To soften up your cowhide
Now we can go back inside
Your reign of terror on override
You’re toast and you’re fried
You’re been hogtied and humanified
Stupefied and rectified
Just as prophesized
Submitted on May 16, 2018 for contest 8-MILE STYLE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by NICK TRIM - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
rectified, abuse, anger, anti bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
This is about the three, who had a master's degree, very snooty and got great glee treating people crappy.
They stayed busy as a bee with plenty of money, couldn't see the forest for the trees, they remained peewee.
Couldn't figure why life had gone awry, even though they were very sly life kept giving them a black eye, they were petrified.
Life had put 'em on their knees. Then they started to foresee life's not just about the three. So they made a decree and became devotees.
Then kissed the old self goodbye, the wrong they rectified, life became clear skies.
Now if you don't want to be the fall guy, getting high on your own supply while life is keeping you on stand by. Then you.must come to agree. Life is the Queen Bee and there's much more to life than the three.I, My...ME!
Categories:
rectified, blessing, celebration, conflict, dedication,
Form:
When I was called little brother,
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.
What about the Grey?
Only a few would about the grey;
Enquire.
Even fewer,
Perhaps none
Would even begin to aspire,
Is grey the divider?
What is a divider?
A partition,
A separation,
A barrier.
In essence a carrier,
Of both dark and Light;
Having both thane sight!
The grey is never contrite,
It does and will do on sight!!!
Come with your purported might!
Closer…
Closer…
Unseen seen chaos,
These are my instruments,
Your might;;;
Will be eaten as sacrements.
For continual human growth within,
Mistakes rectified by the elder or role model;
Taught the current crop must be,
Lessons are as seeds;;;
Planted into our mother,
Blending with Earth, Water and Sun,
The seed transmutes and soon the seed has had its fun,
A plant is now the end product.
We humans are also ever transforming,
Perhaps not as apparent as natural beauty forming,
But what is natural beauty?
What is beauty?
Random randominity is beauty natural,
Random beauty is natural randominity,
Natural randominity is random beauty,
Beautiful randominity randoms naturally,
In essence;
Culturally cultural.
Not an over-spill,
Providence shines.
Understanding and comprehension,
In succession,
For thee.
The trick however is to pass on that understanding and comprehension.
But how do you do that?
When most of the generation is tuned to the Playstation!
Violent games evocating the continuation
Of our disgusting violent nation.
Perhaps attempt to not scold or tell;
Allow thane actions to speak wonders,
As an undiscovered well.
Keep the resonance of thane bell,
Consistant.
Perhaps another revolutionary,
Your prodige has to be selectant,
Of his student, his confectionary.
Without this passing down of knowledge,
We all might as well eat the most poisonous berry.
Categories:
rectified, character, community, conflict, courage,
Form:
Free verse
In the world of masters and slaves
There were species of great kind reunited
Conversation never ends until late dawn
Time filled with laughs, smiles and wisdom shared.
Connection has no beginning nor end only sparks
Everything was validated since things were immemorial
Uttered words flown, and rippled in every tic of the clock
Energy within radiates its truest nature with exuberance.
Great ideas shared, validated and confirmed intensely
Vivid past, present and future goals created
Propensity in possibility and probability were realized
Growing mass ideas shown beyond its radiance.
Mind boggling reality tackled constructively
Consciousness traversed more than expectations
Never ending creations transpired every thought made
Heart beats and magnify each moment eyes blinked.
Inner and outer influences changed as vibration rectified
Various auric colors seen as energies intertwined
Essence of them simply exudes greatness
Amongst of all whisperers roamed around continually.
Categories:
rectified, adventure, fantasy, memorial, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Do You Have My Back? (Loyalty)
Earn my trust
Earn my allegiance
Allegiance professes commitment
Allegiance is pure dedication
Dedication proper and steadfast
Dedication allows peace of mind
Mind not at ease when lacking
Mind needs constancy
Constancy denotes dependability
Constancy communicates so not to alienate
Alienate an enemy
Alienate frenemies they reek of perfidiousness
Perfidiousness will lead to deceit
Perfidiousness feels like betrayal
Betrayal is a human trait
Betrayal like a wound that is familiar
Familiar ends with liar
Familiar should not create duplicity
Duplicity is not overt
Duplicity will use falsity to hurt
Hurt is at times begins covert
Hurt can lead to a life reclusive and remote
Remote must find a resolution
Remote reattachment requires swift amends
Amends may counteract negative damage
Amends must be sincere to fortify prior commitment
Commitment rectified can even strengthen devotion
Commitment combined with action can rebuild trustworthiness
Trustworthiness is key to avoid treachery
Trustworthiness sought must be a given to receive
Receive it and bask in the glory
Receive and attain a security worth more than gold
Gold is nil compared to trust
Gold cannot outweigh a true friend who has your back
Back another up with their true interests at heart
Back a friend and feel the heartfelt commitment
Commitment is for the resilient
Commitment makes one’s heart feel secure
Secure attachment from each other
Secure feelings are bound by devotion
Devotion is priceless
Devotion empowers liberation
Liberation allows one to live freely
Liberation enables dissidence
Dissidence unreleased can grow black inside
Dissidence with adulation can be expressed
Expressed to a mirror when unaccompanied
Expressed aloud when appropriately linked
Linked to others forges faith
Linked reciprocally is fidelity
Fidelity
Faith
Written for Loyalty contest; entered too late
I strived to nail the form!!
Categories:
rectified, confidence, devotion, faith, feelings,
Form:
Blitz
Does it make you happy? Or perhaps
it excites you? To want the
unavailable and to love the un-
lovable. To feel the way you feel for
those that feel nothing for you. You’re
such a foolish child, you should know
better.
Who raised you? Who taught you
such ways? What is it that lures you
in, that makes you crave the
uncravable? What scent do they give
off that keeps making you want
them?
You should know better. Lord knows
you deserve better. Open up your
heart to something bigger than
yourself. Open your mind to a world
unseen. Leave it all behind and
reinvent yourself.
Those scars you keep poking at won’t
heal unless you let them. The pain
will never subside if you keep reliving
the horror. Hush child, don’t try to
justify your actions. Is a few minutes
of happiness worth a lifetime of hurt?
Is one moment worth a thousand
scars? Leave those foolish ways
behind.
She sat there wondering if one
moment could have changed
everything. If things would have been
different. She wondered, if it were all
different.. Would she be able to love
right? Would she be able to see the
good in people? To see the good in
herself?
Scars and hurt caused by an
unknown being she’d never crossed
paths with. An unknown being that
changed her past, her present and
future. An unknown being that
prevented her from loving, from
feeling.. From seeing what’s right in
front of her.
They say people come and go and
leave you in all sorts of ways. Some
change you for the better and others
for the worst. But what about those
that were never there and yet still
somehow they managed to make an
impact on your life? An impact that
could be easily be rectified had the
earth’s forces been kind to this
foolish child. Can the unknown being
be held accountable for the actions of
the girl who’s path he never crossed?
Indie Goddess™
Categories:
rectified, desire
Form:
ABC
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Categories:
rectified, allusion, analogy, confusion, crazy,
Form:
Alliteration
I’m calling you out!
Many ‘came and went,’ but after George Floyd, I thought it was done;
Now, two more possibly got hanged, and another, shot with a gun.
‘Black disrespect’ is real! In the midst of protesting over the same;
These ‘white’ cops perpetrated this undeniably racist act once again.
I couldn’t believe it; their actions were, brazen, brash and so blatant;
What about the ‘moot’ “Protect and Serve,” despicable public servant.
What is this grievous genocidal trend – when will this nightmare end?
How long will we be brutally broken – until there’s nothing left to mend?
Imagine; I quote; “You scared me man, because you were sleeping in the car;”
As an appropriate and valid reason or excuse; that is fetched way too far.
The suspect is drunk; scuffled with the cops and then fled from them terrified;
Then, the ‘scared’ cops shot Rayshard Brooks; and this deadly act they justified.
Every good citizen; as well as, criminals have Rights, under the Constitution;
Unfortunately, ‘Blacks’ are not rendered those rights; and it’s no new revelation.
So, when!?! When will the infringement on our rights be rectified, with equity?
Whom!?! Who will be bold enough to willfully act and change this travesty?
End
By: Dion Penville
Categories:
rectified, anger, conflict, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
Facing the Storm
Had my ego shorn and heart torn today
The reason, I am hesitant to say
I'll retain it to myself, no one else
But then, who on earth would care anyway.
On reflection someone out there does care
All one needs do is kneel down in prayer
Revealing one's heart, though the tears may start
To God who’s always aware of despair.
God helps to put things into perceptive
Auto rectified are inner conflicts
You, me and us - all we need is God's love
To sooth, reassure, fortify and fix.
So after nursing my bruised shorn ego
I silently made contact with the Lord
Prayed for the light to shine brightly tonight
My ego transcended, my heart it soared.
With heart intact, ego restored, reborn
I have will to weather the fiercest storm.
8th July 2022
*+*+*
Categories:
rectified, conflict, emotions, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel him there all day and night.
In my dreams, he speaks to me and makes my burden light.
His voice is like a soft and beautiful cymbal.
His turn of phrase makes my heart quick and my mind nimble.
His righteous utterance of confidence during the day,(sigh) shows me the way.
In retrospect, he was always there during my jejunity.
My father left me and my mother was not caring enough to love me.
He laid his finger on my heart and I felt his love.
His sweet and indomitable breath guided me to rise above.
I was abused by many antagonists and callous people over the years.
He fed me the fruit of his righteousness and chased away my fears.
He has made my life bountiful.
He has rectified my inefficient life so that I can become skillful.
In my winter solstice, I feel that time is nearing the fall of my withering and fermenting flesh to the earth.
My prayer is that my soul will bloom into immortal mirth.
Marchl 12, 2023
For the faithful be encouraged by John chapter 14 verse 18
Categories:
rectified, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
Broke the Rules...
Left some clues...
I'm a fool...
Living in a cesspool...
I hear the economy is bad...
And getting worse each day...
Although it hasn't affected me in any way..
I can even keep kosher if I choose.
So what do I have to lose ?...
I get three meals a day..
And sometimes a snack...
Clean clothes everyday I put on my back..
Exercise is a daily routine..
that I choose to do ..and it keeps me lean..
My quarters are small..but after all..
We have a room with a big color TV...
And a place for family and friends who visit me...
Healthcare ? not a problem you see..
As I don't pay for insurance like thee...
Problem with teeth...rectified
Education, Degree, I can even be Certified..
Because unlike you, who lives outside..
You need to work to survive...
Now I'm a part of the system you see..
And have it much easier than any of thee..
I broke the law and now pay the price...
But I'm still better off than your lousy life...
And when I'm released, I will qualify for...
Medicaid, Medicare and even more...
So you may have done it different than me...
But in "old age ", we're equal you see...
Categories:
rectified, addiction, clothes, education, food,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Power in the hands of a woman? Wow!
She can wreak wreck worse than
All the fires burning in satanic hell
Or she can turn her hell into a paradise
With super powers invested in me
It would be a minuscule to almighty's, yet
The aged would be eased of any physical pain and
Their struggles would be behind, their peaceful days ahead
The lives of the physically challenged
Would be comforted in their self sufficiency
Food would be substantially dispensed between
The rich and the poor so that no one dies of excessive surfeit
I would make every orphan be adopted in a kindly home
Babies and children would be warm in comfort zones of love
I would love to see them playing truant with the whispering winds
And hear the echoes of their loud shrieks of joyfulness from the parks
Evil thoughts and indisciplined speech vindicate my patience
So, instantly I would create havoc and punish the uncouth with
Vipers, lizards and cockroaches spluttering out of their vile words
I would delight at my powerful energy till waspish tongues are rectified
I would indulge in devilish treats fanning my sweet tooth with
All the forbidden desserts that would ironically relinquish me of obesity
I would fly free across the globe feasting my eyes on unexplored treasure troves
My childhood dream would miraculously come true when my super power explodes
June 7, 2016
Lewis Raynes
Categories:
rectified, anger, caregiving, cheer up,
Form:
Verse