Best Rehabilitate Poems
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.
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.
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
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
(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.
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
"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.
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.
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)
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!
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
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
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.
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.
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.