Best Rehabilitated Poems
Erster am Südpol
Geheimer Wettlauf mit Scott
Im ewigen Eis
Auf Rettungsflug für Nobile
Verschollen im Eismeer
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First at the South Pole
In a secret race with Scott
In the eternal ice
On a rescue flight for Nobile
Missing over the Arctic Ocean
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Primero en el Polo Sur
En carrera secreto con Scott
En los hielos eternos
En vuelo savamento a Nobile
Desaparecido sobre el océano Ártico
Note: Roald Amundsen (1872 – 1928), a Norwegian explorer of polar regions led the first
Antarctic expedition to reach the South Pole (1910-1912). He was the first person to reach
both poles. Me was reported missingin at plane crash during a rescue mission for Umberto
Nobile in 1928 northwest of Bear Island in teh Arctic Ocean. Umberto Nobile (1885 – 1978)
was an Italian airship pioneer and general. He was injured when he crashed and rescued by
a Swedish pilot. Mussolini degraded him and Nobile emigrated first to the Sovjet Union,
later to the USA and to Spain. In 1945 he was rehabilitated and returned to Italy.
More Potential Limericks
Effective, live, give
Related, created, dated
Contemplated, illustrated, annotated
Realize, chastise, surmise
Talented, Sainted, painted, fainted
Proportion, distortion, contortion
Humongous, among us, fungus
Incantation, contemplation, situation
Intend, extend, suspend, upend
Support, escort, retort
Harmonic, Teutonic, tonic, bubonic
Criticize, realize, surprise
Limerick, pick, edict
Tutor, suitor, refute her, recruiter
Traitor, educator, date her
Weigh a ton, around had spun, start to shun, she's the one
Order was out, without a doubt, starting to shout
Debilitated, rehabilitated, rotated, rated
A mattering, started scattering, broke and shattering
Choke, broke, spoke, yoke
Table, enable, fable
Hostile for a while, quite a gal, would beguile, could compile
Seduce, reduce, produce
Abuse, excuse, obtuse, what's the use
Wangle, angle, dangle, wrangle
Worrisome thought, Lincoln was shot, outside is hot
In between was caught, hit the spot, ended with dot, within earshot
Now go for it. Jim Horn
St Paul’s gazes out over the modernising City
Where the Tower shrinks in its corner
Fearful of the vicious Shard
The Abbey and Houses of Parliament
Keep Westminster alive
Under the gaze of a watchful Eye
The hustle of the restless Oxford Street
Is matched by the bustle of Soho
The British Museum still reigns supreme in Bloomsbury
Despite constant tourist invasion
On the river the Cutty Sark is rehabilitated
And Tower Bridge still opens
The Boat Race can be seen every year but not from the new Garden Bridge
Together Forever?
Some words they scar
Which last forever
I know you fail to recall
But I still remember
You go ahead
And say you are overwhelmed
That
We are back together
But one things for certain
I still remember
You left a big scar
And
It will last forever
It will never feel the same
Though it’s all cleared out
I will still just remember
We were once together
Nor scar, nor confused
As light as a feather
But that all changed
And we will never be as near
As once we were together
You will certainly not know what I have enclosed
In my heart
Where it will stay forever
A blizzard so wild
Which I can let out whenever
To terminate you’re ahead
The route you took
You could’ve rehabilitated
Weren’t you the chooser?
Then why did you go
A single sentence wrecked us forever
But can we still try
To be what us onetime were together
Forever?
since 1989,
over 200 exonerated prisoners
have walked because of DNA
evidence revealing their lack of
guilt &
10 or so “successful” executions
have been performed,
ending the lives of individuals
whose guilt was found to be of
great suspect, post-mortem---
as the 2.3 million or so
(highest per capita rate of prisoners
in the world), piled &
stuffed into incarceration all over
the empire continues to grow,
there are said to be anywhere
between 44,000 & 80,000
of these individuals, locked away
in solitary confinement.
maximum security prisons weren’t
enough apparently &
so the construction of the “supermax”
has brought a new spin to the tossing
of citizens into garbage cans, where in an
act of complete lack of responsibility &
ignorance, a smaller garbage can inside
the larger, has become the norm &
not the exception for those individuals
within the prison system.
Anthony Graves’ own testimony
at the first US Senate hearing of its kind
addressing the psychological torture &
human rights abuses occurring in supermax
isolation, detailed the utterly horrible &
desperate conditions of his own unlawful
incarceration which stole 18 YEARS of
own his life---
10 of them which he spent in
solitary.
the fact that this hearing took place is
a step in the right direction, for the abuse
of the abuser (if in fact said individual is
even guilty) does nothing but perpetuate
the violence wielded on society,
by society & none of us are innocent in
this, but the questions concerning what goes
on in prisons should not end here,
it should BEGIN & though people like
Senator Dick Durbin of Illinois seem to have
their heart in the right place,
he is just one man & a politician at that
(with hands bound to do the bidding of those
that fund his election)---
it is WE, the public on the outside,
the family & the friends,
the concerned & the outraged,
who need to step forward &
speak out against the powers that be,
so that those on the inside might gain
education, become rehabilitated &
have a REAL chance in the world that
spit them out the first time around.
without this kind of compassion &
defense of ALL our rights, the violence
will only increase.
Christian, a lion, was purchased when he was just a baby.
Ace and John, Christian's owners, were also Christian's family.
All three of them for years lived in the big city,
until Christian reached that size and age,
that prevented Christian from being housed in any area or cage,
and so Ace and John decided unequivocally,
that Christian could use a little wildlife rehabilitation therapy,
and so Christian was shipped off to Africa to learn to live wild and free.
After about a year of Christian living in the wild freely,
Ace and John missed Christian terribly,
and decided to pay Christian a surprise visit unexpectedly.
"He probably won't remember either of you," George Adamson said,
a Kenyan conservationist who helped Christian get rehabilitated,
but one could only imagine Mr Adamson's surprise,
when he witnessed the reunion of Ace, John and Christian with his own eyes.
That reunion in itself is nothing short of becoming a legend,
It reminds us all that there aren't any bounds that love can't transcend .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sju3kSTAzdI
is it me, or is it my inherent personality?
humanity has become strange, difficult to understand.
i may too have an insecurity
of these worldly and tragic complexities i have to withstand.
if only one valuable word could be triumphantly said,
such a word that would resurrect my soul from the immortal pain
then i would feel a sense of victory, and my loss thus paid.
whenever the sky roars with fury, i know that something cleansing is to
follow...rain.
i need to be rehabilitated back to my old ways
what was it that forbid me from joining them then?
i have done myself a terrible discursive, and now my heart wails.
it is still hard to trace, to trace what really led me to the den.
i have allowed them to infest their virtues in my territory
they have poisoned my behaviour like rust stains steel.
but now i know, that i will never be part of them, and it feels like an entry
into a cleansed state of mind, at my own free will.
and for all this, I AM AN OUTCAST
a slave to my inordinary past.
St Paul’s gazes out over the modernising City
Fearful of the vicious Shard
The Abbey and Houses of Parliament
Keep Westminster alive
But now under the gaze of a watchful Eye
The hustle of the restless Oxford Street
Is matched by the bustle of Soho
The British Museum still reigns supreme in Bloomsbury
Despite constant tourist invasion
On the river the Cutty Sark is rehabilitated
Tower Bridge still opens
The Boat Race can be seen every year and Cambridge can win
St Paul’s gazes out over the modernising City
Where the Tower shrinks in its corner
Fearful of the vicious Shard
The Abbey and Houses of Parliament
Keep Westminster alive
Under the gaze of a watchful Eye
The hustle of the restless Oxford Street
Is matched by the bustle of Soho
The British Museum still reigns supreme in Bloomsbury
Despite constant tourist invasion
On the river the Cutty Sark is rehabilitated
And Tower Bridge still opens
The Boat Race can be seen every year but not from the new Garden Bridge
She was brutally raped
And sent home, her father's rage
Mixed with mother's curse
Rehabilitated her in marriage
With the rapist,à la carte.
Rehabilitation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Free verse poetry form only.
25th May, 2018
A lot of time has passed
since freedom was part of the daily routine
Eat when you wanna eat,
sleep when you wanna sleep
Go whenever you wanna go to the latrine
No need to have to ask for permission,
freedom was a given
Getting locked in your room every night
is now standard procedure
Nothing you can do about it
... it ain’t your call
You’ve come to accept the imposed authority,
institutionalized you’ve become ...
that’s all
They’ve taken away your liberty ball,
and they ain’t giving it back
Not until the warden says so
Not until the psychiatric doctor says
let ‘em go
Not until the parole board says
you’re rehabilitated for sho’
Now you’re scared to go
Freedom is a distant relative
you don’t wanna know
Inexplicably, you’re so scared to go
You’re raising eyebrows,
so the authorities issue a soon-to-be-released warning:
No shoestrings in your shoes,
forced you to like velcro
No shaves
because you can’t have no
razor blades
Suicide performances
ain’t part of the departure freak show
Prison is a prison,
whether it’s a locked cell or a bolted door
in your mind
But, since becoming institutionalized,
the calming, daily routine has made you
embrace your loss of freedom more and more
The prospect of entering free society again
is a thought unkind
Simplistic in view
Caring of heart
Original in style
Rehabilitated in life
Poetic in love
Insightful in thought
Omni competent
Who Would Want Trump
What Trump said puts us into a stupor
Is party pooper and things are a blooper
With Hillary items are always tangible
His hair is orange and unmanageable.
Trump does end up putting us imperil
Would be best if his mouth was sterile
In my Hillary and Trump comparison
She is friendly and us he is harassing.
From difficulties Hillary will be venerated
Idiots like Trump have him incinerated
And her actions are always amenable
Can be changed to becoming commendable.
On many fine points Hillary has deliberated
Trump's mind needs to be rehabilitated
By a bunch of fools is now surrounded
Problems are now profusely compounded.
When Hillary speaks she seems so eloquent
Trump takes us for granted being complacent
And foot into mouth does continually plant
Why would we want him to ne our President?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Dig this. Just got my hair cut Saturday. Her
name was Hillary. Asked her if she ever had
been to DC before and what did she remember.
She saw some guy sitting in a big chair and
enjoyed feeding the squirrels. Prime example
of people living here in Brunswick County, NC.
This is really true.
Yesterday, I was on the Democrat Committee
to make sure people had registered to vote.
Cashier said she could care less who wins
and has never registered. Wow!!!
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
How could one be so engrossed,
and be intoxicated
because of a fellow being
with
Nostalgic feelings that disturb the mind like
strong wine
Trying to satisfy others first
and
take care of their needs before
going into
other areas of your own life to
fully enjoy your affluence with
great ecstasy
and be gracious to mankind ,
with strong
--hallucination
and passion to do good and fight
for the rights and plight of the poor
with great
desire to liberate them from this
imperfect
quest
of staying in a lowly state, full of hardship
to rise
above
the present stage to a new level
to remove
mediocrity
and promote-charity ,sincerity ,self-reliance
and create
passion
for helping others apart from your friends
and those that have strong affinity
for drugs…
and whisky…
for them to be counsel and rehabilitated .
3-30-2017
Jail cell turnstile ...
two coming in, one leaving out
Rehabilitated prison farm menu;
criminal cold turkey,
and hot caught fee bitter words
makes for a tough cement wall chew
Only the well-adjusted few
will make it thru
Leaving byway of the electronic gate
swinging open past the turnstile carousel
Up and down ... in and out
Round and round,
five heading north, ten going south
Freedom is a justice pre-cooked plea barter word;
small shrimps
are tossed out the penal frying pan,
when bigger fish get cuff hooked and jury served
The little crustaceans
also avoid the long crab boil gavel time
whenever volatile, powder keg overcrowding occurs
Carnival turnstile carousel
offer clowns free limited accommodations,
yard bird view without bail ...
Twenty tickets always get punched in —
polite society’s bad ne’er do well
As ten lucky losers be parole exiting,
the wheel of misfortune carousel
keeps on troubled turnstile spinning