Best Rectifying Poems
This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling
as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming
searching the ether for Adam and Eve's answer to forbidden fever
while angels wear snake skins of war to remember the carnage of this theater
and demons adorn their horns with the rose thorns of newborns,
in the blue garden of aging Eden every breath has a burn, every flame forewarns
denuding knowledge of it's pretenses, unveiling appetites and their prices,
we begin to realize that the Great Mother is a killer as well as a provider for our vices
feeding us the fruits of fortune along with the fate of decay
building our bones, branding the brain, electrifying, crucifying and rectifying our clay,
she communicates, educates and fascinates with looks of lightning and sandy kisses
the Mistress of Lucifer and Christ, she supplies the wood, nails and rain for our wishes,
civilizations rage, rumble and crumble in the judgment of her storms
there's mud and rock for every foot of fury, a cave and castle for all who defy the norms,
in her imperial urn she will cremate your eyes in flames of crude oil
baptise hearts in pools of rose water filtered through eons of soul soil,
her gravity will grind you to the ground where grief grafts prayers from tears,
in the sanskrit of sunrises she will summon songs that give your love ears,
this cradle and cataclysm of her erratic elements is where hearts are born and buried,
Earth, a womb and tomb of ancient bloom, oasis in eternal space where life is carried -
J.A.B.
The undressed truth
of her opinion
was more luminous than a palm full
of Persian pearls,
the silly insanity
of her wavering romance was too flagitious
and uncanny
for the engineers
of reality's dialogue,
her and I indulged in a suspicion of Reason
and she spoke,
" Waltzing does the crooked shadow,
rectifying does the balance
of the prudent orchestra;
harmonizing does the baffling chorus
of courteous belief ", says she,
" disgusted is the composer
of tragic complexity and sympathetic gesture ",
I commented but was soon corrected
by her primordial wisdom,
the movement of my mangled objection
was at a halt,as she detailed,
" Falling is the lesuire
to a confused spirit,
jealousy is the mobilization
of an infatuated curiosity,
but what is difficult to apprehend
is the still composure
of a natural gift,
which yeilds to no fault,
the immaculate reflection
of Passion -
J.A.B.
Nothing can prepare one
My heart froze, there was no sun
Tears streaming, I couldn’t run
Ice cold shivers, what can be done?
Laying in fetal position
Your wings, was your mission
Heaven waiting for new addition
No more need for a physician
Holding pictures of your loved ones
Letters you wrote, by tones
My help was like crumbs
Wished I could pray in Tongues
I cannot lose you!
If people only knew
How we brewed a stew
You were life’s guru
I hear breathing
Are you just sleeping?
Are you hearing me pleading?
I’m doing it with so much meaning
I see you crying!
It is so horrifying
It must have been terrifying
Life’s wrong doing, you rectifying
I know your pain
Disappointment, loss and hurt, it contain
Hid behind a smile in vain
Hardly like the autumn rain
Your face will always be
The last thing I always see
One day we’ll have our cup of tea
And talk about life’s debris
Till then rest peaceful my dear sis
In God’s heavens so bliss
You were always loved remember this
Our hearts will break as we miss
Hon, let me discribe for you education
First we begin with registration
It's the first step according
to regulations.
Identifying yourself with the
administration
and rectifying your goal of graduation.
Of course in between there will be classes
and examinations.
But every class is a step twards
matriculation.
Of course there will be some failures
and menstrations
that cause your frustrations.
But keep on striving for the day
when they say
CONGRATULATION'S
And we'll give you,
a standing ovation
( OK Gang, school is about to start and here's a new theme. Back to school poetry. this is the
first but i'm kicking it to a worthy cause. a mother trying to educate her children lets see how
she does with this. Aleera De La Keur the ball is in your court.)ps it could also be about
leaving a high school sweetheart.
After waiting for long time,
Finally I have collected.
My original degree certificate,
Smile floats on face more.
Being Doctor of Philosophy,
In Business Administration
I was waiting for this convocation
Finally this arrived with joy.
Passing through time of research,
Investing mind's attention,
Affection grew for Business Studies,
Process was completed by efforts.
Spirituality serves human resources,
Being spiritual we grow positively,
Rectifying organizational attitudes,
Employees tolerate pressure.
Now in journey of higher degree,
I am busy in Post-Doctoral research,
Already going to complete one year,
I hope to become Doctor of Literature.
By his mercy I have completed,
Beloved father of heaven is graceful,
God shows me destination, I proceed,
I feel his presence in my mind.
By his command in inner heart,
I feel emotion and love to serve,
This degree of Doctor of Philosophy
I dedicate to God, I nod in his lotus feet.
© Pintu Mahakul, 10, March 2017. All rights reserved.
The music is my destiny it
brings out the best in me
when I'm in the booth its
like I can feel everything
my senses getting
heightened no longer
feeling frightened its just
me and the mic got me
feeling enlightened
providing inspiration to the
shortsighted the non
believers the and the
people that lose their
dreams, desires and life
ambitions gotta make that
mental connection see
your soul's reflection see
that you were made with
perfection no
transgression against
yourself just gotta believe
and you will achieve that
ultimate wealth what you
sow so shall you reap the
benevolence of being
financially free providing
the future of today better
opportunities removing the
crime off the streets coz
Madiba fought so we can
all be free and live in
harmony. Peace and
prosperity
So
Let us be free to be great in
whatever our minds
conceive Let us achieve the
Greatness that God has
made us to receive believe
in yourselves let our Gifts
be Seen.
Protecting Gods Creations
by Building good
foundations blessing our
nations with future great
leaders waiting in
anticipation to see whether
the chosen one is worth the
patience so much can go
wrong in the state of haste
giving you a slap in the face
a fall from grace got you
left with a bad taste
realizing your life's gone to
waste its better rectifying
than repeating your
mistakes pick yourself up
coz no matter what they
say baby you got what it
takes to become as great
never losing faith keeping
composure to secure your
fate a place in the Hall of
Greats make no mistake...
Life is like a wheel-circular. Take your time and learn.
Time:day to night;
Seasons: autumn, summer, fall and winter;
sleeping to waking up;
working to resting;
living things to decomposition;
sowing to reaping;
buying and selling;
selling and buying;
unlearnind bad habits to learning good habits;
Making mistakes to rectifying mistakes;
giving and taking; loving and being loved;
circular that i despise and trying to avoid- argument with a fool.
life is like a wheel-circular. Take your time and learn.
My desk is a mess;
I’m nothing less.
Stacks of paper, unpaid bills.
I render the scene with bottles and pills.
Rectifying my being; brainwashing my head,
Writing my character off in a script already dead.
Spring is in my steps.
It's tucked behind my ear in orange blossoms.
It shivers me in sun in morning breezes
and stops to coil seeds in soil spun.
It foils all the last attempts of winter
to ice and freeze the sapling green decree
while slipping songs to birds in rectifying
the quiet of the winter's revelry.
Spring is in my smile.
It's braided in my breath of peppermint
It has me waking irises from frozen ground in sleep
and crushing air perfume into their scent
It matches every moon to slip in silver
It breathes the sun and warms the sullen ground
It wakes to dance the prelude into summer
to the luxury of living things abound...
Through the midnight
blue of your eyes
The glowing glory of
the sun
Rectifying this pure
embrace
As all worries are
now shunned
Silken haze of
twilight
Shinning through
Is dazzling
starlight
Between my steady
breaths
Earth shakes away
its scars
Streaking knots of
bitter sweetness
Slaying old memories
Amongst the
inescapable horror
Undignified escape
I listed a thousand
tears
Then held tight to
the beginning
Letting the midnight
blue of your eyes
Radiate inside me
Streaming with tears
I surrendered
Locked with you for
eternity
I shuddered and bled
Wishing for another
me
Hope.........
Hope,a child's longing for petty things.
Hope,a bird's strive for it's fledglings.
Hope,a poor-man's prayer when it's raining.
Hope, a man's wish for life when drowning.
Hope,a bedouin's search for the lost dromedary,
Hope,an old couple's wish to meet their progeny.
Hope,a dying woman's recluse in the after-life.
Hope, innocent desires of a kid's life.
Hope in God's mercy in everything good or bad.
Hope in God's will,when in joy or sad.
Hope of rain when it's hot as owen.
Hope of sun, when cold & frozen.
Hope,an everlasting sensation.
Hope, a rectifying sensation.
Hope gives life it's true meaning.
Hope enjoys, despair complaining.
Hope energizes today for tomorrow.
Hope is sowing seeds for reaping tomorrow .
Hope transcends from Here to Hereafter.
Hope corrects this life & life-after.
Sometimes we allow our emotions
To take precedence to instinct,
Allowing feelings
To overcome common sense,
If only for the moment...
We let ourselves get swept away
By the waves of Deception...
Not Feeling, not being,
Not even living in reality,
If only for the moment...
Sometimes it's better...
Not to feel, to be untouchable,
Unreachable, unreliable,
With no responsibilities,
If only for the moment...
Riding on the tides of pure happiness...
Knowing subconsciously, it won't last
But rectifying still,
In the glorious feeling of immortality,
If only for the moment...
But as we come out of our shell of resilience,
And step away form our immaculate imagination,
We know we will never exist more peacefully,
Than in our world apart from rationalization,
If only for the moment...
Coming our of our state of mind is troubling,
We feel deflated, defeated and desperate,
Willing to cling to any piece of our former self,
Even the bad habits are comforting for their familiar aspects,
If only for the moment...
We no longer know what to think,
What to believe, hear or see,
It's as if everyone is staring at you,
Waiting for you to screw your life up,
If only for the moment...
Is that why we walk with our heads down?
Is that why we won't make eye contact,
Because we aren't comfortable
In the real of Reality?
If only for the moment...
But we must carry on still, must socialize, must communicate,
Live among our peers in the midst of the real world,
We must face the reality of the terrible human race around us because...
It's only for the Moment.
Against attentiveness,all arrived at alarming an agreement,
But best before,big brothers begun bathing behind bordered basement,
Could cane caution correctly,creating common checks?
Don't disturb determiners destroying developed dretch,
Even enemies embedded eminence encloses earth,
For five fowls flying frankly felt first,
Greatness granted ghosts gurging goals,
Holy,holy,...harlots hidden homes,
Intimidation is icing in itchiness,
Just jelt Jailers jaunting jowls,
Kindly keep kings keenly,
Letting little liars like long life,
Men modeled me mainly,
Naming new nations noteably,
Only options open old oracles,
Proving professionalism pertained,
Queens queued quickly quackles,
Rectifying rules rendered raptly,
So shall souls see salvation secured,
Than thinking tomorrow tells the truth,
Unknown ultraroyalists understand universal uglesome,
Virtually vitalizing viewers vexed,
When we win wonderfully without wickedness,
X-country xianity xenagogue,
Yes,y'all yielders yeans,
Zealously zeroizing zoetic zones...zones!
Medical and/or scientific experts
doth now corroborate,
promulgate, validate...(wait
don't go there's much more)
linkedin with falsehood
that requires me to terminate,
an average dumb founded guy
(noir) tasked with rectifying
(with quiet riot) eek quate
absolute zero truthfulness humans
only use 10 percent
(or other small percentage)
brain power in (Jean) Nate,
or anybody else for that manner
("say hypothetically
gals named Kate)
which unfounded,
which urban cowboy legend
persisting in perpetuity, I hate
tubby the bearer
of unwelcome news
(doubling up and
down as a pernicious
cherished rumor squasher
boot nada one
reputable specialist studying
intellectual potential,
would unilaterally vouchsafe,
(and risk their judicious, marvelous,
and prestigious reputation,
which years to elevate),
yet such stubborn presumption
firmly maintained latched onto
(analogous to fish unknowingly
snagged with "FAKE" bait)
nonetheless specialists of the
(egg shaped) noggin
do attest in aggregate
that some n'er
do well (christened
Matthew Scott Harris)
did whimsically create
believable Trumpism,
which invalid conclusion
adopted to enervate
his own cognitive impairment,
thus motivating him
tubby poetically great,
and even though, he got told
afore stated said
baseless, groundless and/or
premise, aye intimate,
the sure fire way
to expunge (purge) nagging notion
(short of a karate
chop to his fountain
head of noodle,
which idea to in Tim mate,
would not rank as emphatic,
dramatic, and/or climatic,
as electric shock therapy
last ditch effort to operate.
Some people are naturally born
to grief losses in different ways
mourn friendships remember
the past in great detail and hold
onto them as if the reality of
yesterday is now today
People naturally evolve onto
their own growing
maturing
rectifying past mistakes
and becoming better people
others stay stuck in old
patterns of being.