Correction Poems - Poems about Correction

January wakes us weary, New resolutions pressing heavy. Then comes February’s charm— A month of love, or wasted calm. We march ahead into March, Preparing for the chill to lurch. April brings the planting days, As a third of the year slips away. Hope returns with open skies, Maybe this month—maybe May. June arrives with quiet tunes, We wish the world would feel okay. Halfway through, we...

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Q According to Mike, Repoman 64 ,if Jesus was crucified in 30 AD, would 40 years later be in 70 AD, when the Roman General Titus, destroyed the temple of Jerusalem? A Yes, thirty years plus forty years=70 years Q What's the average generational life span according to Psalm...

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a correction Elon Musk has invented a driverless car that will drive to the supermarket with a slip of paper tucked under the left-hand window wipers, giving the staff a list of food you ordered of that drives back parks in the garage, turns into a robot carries your shopping up seven floors to your...

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The roots of conditioning go in deep, letting soul take not a consciousness leap, so becoming slow and slower yet still, this is the way to God we bend our will. Refinement is an arduous process but over time bliss mists do make ingress, so though we oscillate, thoughts are distilled and in time darkness is with God’s light filled. Earth life is...

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There is a brown-bodied bird with a dark head, known as the Hawaiian Crow, and they are the most prevalent species of birds. There are the Java Sparrows, and they are gray and black feathered birds. Not a prevalent species, but they do frequent my feeders. There are the pigeons, big bodied and mostly gray feathered, speckled...

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I've always had an aversion to emotions with a negative trait. Anger doesn't dissipate with age, but I don't fly in to a rage when I feel the first inkling of frustration. Instead, I contemplate the source of my anxiety and tell myself, "Just turn the page." By doing so I segregate the trivial from something with validity. I prefer...

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Yesterday, when conscious slept, anger was my shield, fear my faithful sword. When hatred contaminated my heart, tears ached for tranquillity, polluted in guilt from selfish greed. Life can be a disaster waiting to occur, leaving you in despair gasping for air, suffocating your sighs with crippling changes, due to disorientation in imagining reality. I've always been in an internal war, fighting the two voices in my...

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Placed seventh in Consciousness Correction Poetry Contest Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker Consciousness Correction ...

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I thought anger was a negative emotion to be avoided at all costs. Then I thought about the oppressed. Anger grew inside of me. I chose to act upon that anger. I used my voice to speak against the oppressor. Even so, I measured my motivation tempered my response with love and wisdom. My desire, beyond the lust for recognition. If my words...

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Consciousness Correction – 11-20-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Consciousness Correction Envy sneaks in unseen A thief robbing light from my house of gratitude, Sowing simmering anger, extinguishing thankfulness, In blind yellowed views Gratitude held captive, Strangled, Pennies of “I wish” tossed into stone cisterns Where winter thrashes cyclconic - Vortex of a gleeful witness to spring’s demise - Dead-ends swell in jealous broken branches, Wrapped in near sighted stigmatisms, Lenses smeared...

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. Fear Loud boom!! Not knowing Predicament Wreck, thunder? I froze Anxiety flows Terrible foe Look!~growing~ Check rooms Fear g o ...

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The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray, that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life. In the maiming moments of disdained dejection, truth tumbles in the mélange of disorienting chaos. Under the scorching blaze of the envy flame, the desiccated soul suffers parched and forsaken, searches for the niche of sanguinity in self-belief to get the...

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Envy is like a fire that burns That melts the soul and fills the urns Too much envy is perilous It rots the bone, too cancerous Too much envy from vague reason Halts the flow of gorgeous season Once the seeds of envy is sown It rouses hatred to be born When someone hates, he...

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Like a blood-red moon on the zenith of the summer sky Like a crimson bindi on the forehead of a bride, shy I place you, O anger, within my core consciousness realm. With agitations of cogitations, within I whelm... My voice raises; my entire physique trembles; my face frowns. My fist clenches; sweat cumulates; there’s a curve in my crowns. Wherefrom...

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I often feel despair about my health. Doctors have no cures, and my rare conditions never go away; therefore, I find things that bring me comfort and do my best to enjoy sweet life. Family, friends, and writing are my salve. Also in life. I sometimes make mistakes - not things of shame, but embarrassment. I try to just grin and bear it. Giving wrong information to students...

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