Best Rehabilitate Poems


Premium Member Wounded Sigh

A wounded sigh, an expression evincing the pain of hurt,
A bawl in solitude, turbulence of inner emptiness stirs,
When emotions clamor, simmering in angst of regrets,
When mute demeanor, of injured breath, wistfully frets.

Soul desperately aches for a special someone to talk to,
Someone who understands the language of quietude,
Someone who can soothe the trauma, of life gone askew,
Someone who brings to fore, hope of tomorrow anew.

Laments of past echo, moaning upon meadows of life,
Reverberating in heartbreak of grief, bereft of promise,
To rehabilitate devastation of savage emotional storms,
As covenants, deemed eternal, hesitate in broken vows.

Wounded hearts now trace moments of love, sadly lost,
When loneliness dwells in nightmares of past forlorn,
When the abandoned pledges of forever, callously mock,
As muffled wail recalls, life of joy and love, that once was.

Sorrows now seek solace, yearning compassionate voice
To soothe tides of heartbreak, agitating lonesome mind,
As hopes of morrow rekindle in womb of promising night,
When smile-endearing, subjugates cry of wounded sigh.

Rehab

Paint my eyes black, blind me.
Rip my nails off, unarm me.
Place me with those just like me.
Try months to rehabilitate,
the lost and untimely.

Premium Member Backyard Eden

Early morn’s bright birdsong sings my blink to day activate,  
waking my faith as feel my thoughts cannot think agitate. 

Of earth’s many crisp Eden’s, my yard does participate,
for when I stepped out and into Spring, her marvelous slate
had hymn-grown it as a wholeness chapel, less man’s ornate.
Our loved, frail willow’s miracle growth rose thanks to dilate,
then soar-spun my green love thru all growth to appreciate.
The blueberry bushes set my awe on anticipate.

Our garden washed me fresh in gratitude’s glorious trait.
Bulb plants lifted me with promises that exhilarate
my sense rushes of gem blooms to come and intoxicate.
Our joy-filled, yard contentment was a sense sweep dictate.  
From ground to sky, eye to soul, spring does rehabilitate
all that lags as spiritually weak in my heart’s rate.

Natural earth is wonder in beauty’s prime based state
and in our yard presence are the Spring psalms I celebrate.




... CayCay Jennings
May 26, 2018


Just Like You

Hey dear Flawless Falls
Just like you,
I want to jump freely
Rehabilitate myself freshly

Hey dear Radiant River
Just like you
I want to sing solely
Break the barriers slowly

Hey dear Majestic Mountain,
Just like you,
I want to stand strong
amidst the negativities that throng

Hey dear tall trees
Just like you
I want to touch the sky
nevertheless nudge my soil until I die

Hey dear nourishing nature
Just like you
I want to absolve
bad deeds done by humans and make them evolve

Nostalgia-Song of the Expatriate

(I'm 
an 
Indian 
lassie, 
was 
born 
in 
West 
Africa, 
(Nigeria), 
Grew 
up 
in 
South 
Africa 
(Swaziland) 
and 
currently 
live 
in 
East 
Africa. 
(Tanzania). 
So 
I 
live 
in 
Daresalam, 
near 
the 
Indian 
Ocean.)


I 
might 
be 
like 
any 
other 
expatriate, 
desirous 
of 
their 
homeland
Upon 
my 
country's 
soil 
fervently 
wishing 
to 
stand.
I 
can't 
help 
feeling 
profusely 
foreigner
in 
this 
highly 
foreign 
land
I'd 
give 
anything 
to 
go 
back, 
say 
even 
be 
a 
mariner
for 
there's 
an 
ocean 
to 
cross 
before 
familiar 
sand.

An 
ocean 
with 
dear 
motherland's 
name
greets 
me 
all 
the 
way 
here 
with 
tantalizing 
lure
Tiring 
me 
of 
nostalgia's 
seemingly 
endless 
game,
reminding 
the 
distance 
between 
the 
shores 
is 
galore!

Everything 
here 
seems 
just 
too 
alien 
and 
foreign
The 
air 
seems 
foreign 
punctuated 
by 
exotic 
birds
In 
this 
land 
I 
still 
feel 
as 
if 
lost 
in 
some 
warren
and 
the 
foreign 
language 
- 
I'm 
at 
a 
loss 
for 
words!

I 
feel 
estranged 
and 
disoriented, 
struck 
with 
nostalgia
though 
I 
might 
not 
be 
such 
a 
patriot 
any 
more
The 
awaited 
journey 
to 
India 
from 
Tanzania
to 
reach 
familiar 
ground 
of 
lakhs 
and 
crore.

Ah, 
the 
welcoming 
scenes 
of 
my 
homeland
always 
so 
enticing 
and 
inviting
It 
might 
seem 
surprising 
that 
for 
me 
she's 
a 
dreamland
but 
a 
desire 
to 
go 
back, 
since 
ages 
I've 
been 
fighting.

I'm 
home-
sick, 
waiting 
so 
long 
to 
be 
back 
home
There's 
no 
place 
like 
home-
sweet-
home
Here 
I 
feel 
I've 
lost 
my 
tracks
Like 
a 
homeless 
wanderer 
do 
I 
roam.

As 
here 
I 
feel 
no 
less 
like 
a 
Gulliver 
on 
his 
travels
yet 
to 
rehabilitate 
from 
homesickness 
might 
take 
a 
lifetime
For now, I can merely 
sing of motherland's 
marvels
and wait soberly for fate 
and destiny's chime.

But an underlying truth 
here: I feel alienated 
everywhere
as if I hailed from No-
man's-land
They think I neither 
blend with the Indian 
nor 
the african
but hope they respect 
my very individual brand.

Premium Member Shooting Rockets That Care

Somewhere there is a system 
If one decides to study and listen 
Finding global position
To finish its mission  
Here we go shooting for the moon 
Showing the kids lovely cartoons 
And teaching them of a big blue marble 
Such a life full of marvel 
Then later in the day 
There are sports all over the world they say 
Using a satellite link 
This is great the post-Vietnam innocent does think 
For into space 
Visual communication technology builds its case 
Now in the two thousands 
Mostly climbed this planet’s mountains 
It is the darkness that has us eager to explore 
Trying to open a mysterious door 
This is how it goes 
Being a super power you know 
We are the best 
From all the rest 
Having beauty and brains 
In our arsenal of gains 
And paths to peacefully complain 
But there seems to be something wrong 
With our patriotic song 
Did we over play our moralistic hand? 
Helping others take a stand? 
Or was it the fantasy we love to boast 
Celebrating modernization coast to coast 
On this Fourth of July 
When we recount separation from King George’s lies 
Let’s rehabilitate the red, white and blue patient 
And make it a healthy nation 
First prescription is respect and trust 
Second would understand others without a fuss 
If we can handle that 
Not acting like spoiled brats 
Our goals may come alive 
Returning to the energy that is giving the best try 
While exhibiting the all American rally cry


Premium Member What Goes Must Come

"One who does not know
really knows,
and one who knows
really does not know."
Laotse

Squirrel medicine
under-stands external relations

Economies
of stimulus leads to response
leads to ever competitively hoarding stimuli
toward ever more response
of trees with tasty treats
of linear win/lose systems 
unfolding time's next natural response.

Turkey medicine
COM-PREHENDS internal interrelationships

Economies of ecologic,
dipolar revolving appositions
of apparent contrasts
co-arising within stimulating squirrels
and responsive nuts,
hunter and hunted
on their path toward mutually transformative cycles
of regeneration,
poop and pee feeding tree root systems
feeding leaves and flowers and seeds
feeding squirrels and turkeys.

Who is wise enough
to know gratitude
in response to circular
recycling win/win systems?
We are.

What reckons and redeems win/lose dissonance?
Competing reiterative cycles 
of in v out-formating consumption.

When can we experience deep reconnection?
We are wisdom's integrity potential.

Where confluent creolizing revolution?
Here is Anthro-gratitude where 
as Now is Earth-fore-given-nest when,
co-arising nondual redundancy
of where and when's deep wisdom Why.

Why recommit, rehabilitate?
Toward EarthTribe cooperative healthy purposes 
of MotherNature's co-passionate eco-normic meaning,
understanding sacred purposes 
we already wisely com-prehend.

SquirrelTribe's right felt Justice
restores TurkeyWise left thoughtful
cycles of relationship

Trees of co-arising light crowns
inspired by knowing 
co-gravitating empowering root systems
of deep indigenous wisdom 
co-prehension.

Not Afraid Part 2

I keep trying to fight but everyday it gets worse,
I'm trying to carve out a path but it hurts 
and I loop around to where I stood first.
I'm stuck suffering, 
but won't let no fat lady sing.

Relapse, 
forget the feeling, 
I'll just get back to my feet and I'll stand,
because fate demands, 
I'll never live it down if I don't rebound.

I honestly promise to be at my strongest,
in fact no impact or test 
can crush my chest, ever, 
I'm a last and never rest
not 'til I bask that no flag flew at half mast.

I'll dip and I'll rise like a rollercoaster ride
but I'll never hollow out inside or lose my pride,
I'll battle depressions wickedness with all my witty grittiness
and when I'm knocked down I'll breathe, go again and believe,
with a greed for freedom core and seed 'til I'm freed.

That's the wish beyond painful twists,
a thirst to slit wrists through self hatred,
and the positive drive is confiscated, 
but don't be mistaken I'll reinstate it,
I aint breaking, this life aint there for the taking,
I'll rehabilitate me inevitably.
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Premium Member Poetic Justice

The decision of precision
The glam of the jam
The squeeze that produces the please
The rush that induces the hush
The eternal silence of the sleep
The response from my rule
Sweet, simple and pure
The predator’s cure
All to sad
No prejudice, all are welcome
To take their “shot”, at a “solution”
Go ahead, it’s your “right”
To be “empowered”
To make the choice between life and death
For your brethren and his family
It’s your constitutional amendment
That allows you to bear arms
And “execute” your “right” at a whim
We the people will protect “your rights”
Even though you violated someone else’s
We’ll make sure that you are treated fairly
We’ll clothe, feed and educate you
Until we decide if your guilty or not
Then when we convict you
We’ll make sure that you stay locked up and “alive”
We’ll give you early release for “good behavior”
Even though that’s not why you here in the first place
We will uphold “your rights”
Even though you denied another's right to live
We will allow you to live
Because we won’t violate your right to life
We will allow appeals, to plead your unfair judgment
We will rehabilitate you for society
A sick attitude
To allow the decision of death and then apply punishment
For the execution of that right
A sick mind running a twisted world
It’s wrong, and we all know it

Eric (and sometimes not)
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Wasting Time

I have something to tell you.
I have to say it right away for if I don't something bad may happen to you today.
I really don't want to say it because I know you will hate it, but there's noting I can do to  rehabilitate it. 
So I might as well say it so it will be over and done.
Holding all this bad news inside me isn't much fun. 
Please do not run when I tell you this thing and please do not cry because it would cause me much pain.
I wish you the best even though I bring you the worst.
This bad news is like a curse.
Why did I have to be the one to tell it to you!?
Why couldn't it be another to tell you these words so cruel?
As a mule I am too stubborn to speak.
But I must tell you or my friends will call me weak.
I seek only happiness but today I did not find.
These words I have to tell you lay heavily on my mind.
Time is running out with every word I speak.
I must tell you now or forever hold my peace.
For someone may die if I don't tell you now.
I am sorry to say all is not well.
So I must go on and tell you what I came here to tell...well I did have something to say.
You must believe this is true why else would I come here and be saying all this to you?
Give me a moment and it will all come back.
I don't know why but sometimes my mind gets off track.
How could I lack remembering such a thing?
Well, if anyone gets hurt tell them I was to blame.
I'm sorry I just can't remember...so I guess you'll never know.
But I'm even more sorry you just wasted your time reading this here poem!

Comfort Zone

I FIND IT HILARIOUSLY SADDENING 
THAT EVEN TO THIS DAY... 
MY STILL FURTIVELY PURSUES HISTORY
AS IF IT WILL HELP THE FUTURE 

HINDERING ON SEEMS LIKE 
A LIFE LONG GOAL 
ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO ENVISION YET ALONE ATTEMPT
BUT 
HOPEFULLY- 
THOUGH I DOUBT, FAITH WILL GET ME THERE. 

I'VE BEEN LIVING WITH SHADOWS OF DARK BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES OF US 
AND ECHOES OF OUR LOST BUT TREASURED LOVE 
FOR HOURS TOO 
INFINITE TO NUMB-ERRRRRRRRR... 
EMIGRATION WOULD BE THE ONLY ROUTE TO CLEANSING MY SOUL 
THOUGH MY HEART SOULY UNDERSTANDS THAT ONLY 
YOUR LOVE
CAN REHABILITATE ME 

CURSES ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL SO 
MEETING YOU WAS NOT ONE
ATTACHMENT IS HUMANLY AND 
I AM NOT MADE OF STEEL 

LOVING YOU IS STRANGE 

NOT BECAUSE I'M NOT USED TO IT,OH NO! 
BUT BECAUSE I'M SO FAMILIAR WITH IT 
THAT I NEEDN'T NOTHING LESS THAN IT 
NOR SLIGHT INCHES MORE THAN IT... 

FOR YOUR LOVE 
IS MY COMFORT ZONE.

Potential I Presume More Limericks

Potential I Presume More Limericks

Big and tremendous come to mind.

Tremendous, stupendous, upend us.
Gargantuan, passion, trashing.
Immensive, aggressive, sensitive.   
Ultimate Utmost, out grossed, horrible host.
Pittance, sentence, repentance.
In effect essential, provocative, potential, quite intentional.
Necessity, complexity, anxiety.
Court Municipal, Peter Principle, always apprehensible.
Concerting, blurting, hurting.
Infinitesimal, decimal,  inexcusable. 
Horribly huge, difficult deluge, shady subterfuge.
Passion, mansion, ration.
Explanation, creation, prevarication.
Expedient, concillient, what he meant
Congenial, menial, essential.
Validate, marinate, create. (For you cooks out there.)
Ballad, salad, valid.
Repudiated, humiliated, regimented.
Surgical, liturgical, hysterical, historical.
Urgence of resurgence of common sense.
To endure, become obscure for sure.
As of late would be great if they negotiate.
Kept at bay until miles away so Standish did say.
Had to humiliate to rehabilitate then consummate.
Were reassured could have occurred if enough endured.
My patience was tried then cried and cried after he had lied and lied so Bonny could be bona fide.
What part of the ocean had Bonnie been laid over at anyway? It must have been some perfect excuse
to go on a cruise and of course if you snooze will definitely loose.
Love could have occurred after I was assured no more lying will be endured.
If totally transparent, it could be inherent was apparent both were probably a potential parent.
What to we did allude, the became unglued in the middle of a family feud.
Embarrassed we became when he was up to his old game of seeking more fortune and fame.
Guess who and am sure you knew when bailed out the whole crew.
Patiently particular, was a homicide which was vehicular deduced by a diverticular.
Beside the sea with idea would wrestle should nestle under a trestle out of rain to wait for next vessel.
On Trump it finally dawned, if he would wave his magical want another witch would respond.
Instead of Grinch he would be the Witch Who Stole Christmas among other things.

Jim Horn
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A Talk With the Corpse

I talked to a somber corpse as distant as lone
Transparent, defiant, obstinate, drone
It wanders aimless, no future nor past
It's given to whimsical, selfish, trespass
It said: "I glide through and live in the moment
I feed on blind choice, I scoff at opponents
I care not for laws, I write my own rules
I'm lowered to a statistical, criminal tool
I ask not for progress, I seek not a plan
Unspeakable action's where I take my stand
I balk at responsible, conscientious living
I chalk up my devalues for devious misgivings
I trod on disorder, for my direct sculpture
And feast on destruction, as hungering vultures
A product of fallible, draught indiscretion
I'm given to lucre and pure insurrection
I set my example by questionable force
Unstoppable misdemeanors are my committed source
I'm prone to sowing the seeds of discord
It's as wicked thoughtlessness is all I can afford
Entrenched in excessive felonious schemes
I leave little doubt I'm fit to redeem"
I spoke to this corpse, I'm seeking the truth
What leads this life downward to actions uncount?
What sends it a message for deeds of disdain
On drawn to a mental, emotional strain?
What makes it a product of ones detriment
What sets it apart as societies' excrement
This corpse spoke, "Death speaks, I chose to align
The consequences turned out to be far from benign"
To put it: It's hopeless, I cannot rehabilitate
The end has been set, I just will disintegrate.

Adam and Eve

Love is an invigorating journey.To rehabilitate what is submerged beneath. A way of healing or simply reducing the pain. The rescue team to all the questions of the world. So rare, what rich blood we have, for an unbreakable bond is forever together and shall never be unbroken. the impossible has become possible when i am with you. A smoke so high between us, it fills my lungs with menthol and textures so smooth and pleasing, the smoke as high as our souls as you lift me, for the good and forever, heaven shall rain upon us as we fall to the beautiful grounds of earth where we will find dirt and soil, for we shall plant a small seed and watch it grow as humanity seizes to know that we are creating something beautiful and invincible. our flare in the dark is so vigorously raging, for the torch has been lit between us. An untamed fire has started in both of our hearts, for we know what we have created, humanity and hope. An impossible breakthrough has been broken.
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The Prostitute

The woman is standing at the corner of a quite a busy street, 
Some people are looking at her with hatred and many with a greed. 
She has today forgotten to see her own nice dream, 
But still need to keep on her face a silly grin. 
The civil society has completely driven her out, 
But she need to satisfy civil men without being able to shout. 
Nobody is there to understand how for herself she feel, 
As all her inner pain in her heart she has to conceal.
No man want her mother, daughter or sister to be like her,
But still a man is only going to her with a loose character. 
If a man after having her can still live with the honour, 
Is it right for us to treat her with dishonour?
Rather than pushing her out we must help her to rehabilitate, 
So that she can also live in this world with some respect.

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