Correction Poems

Competent homekey fraud correction

Air Force general office 
General document call
Wing general 
General wing at hand
Constitutional allowance of print exam
In history we are where in civilization 

Urban Structure Inspection 

Fail

Instruction to add

The generals attorneys must approach American diction to resign civil unrest.

Attorney General to Forward Admiral
Forward Admiral to General Reserve 


General Assembly 
Before
Reconvening 
Treasury


Obstructing mailbox
Requisition order for reinstitution of mailbox



In the issue of "sermons and titles" in loss
Perhaps draft able language of this nature
 
Please requests to defer scheduled
Appointment and disjourn justice.
Appointment may not be controlled.
This is again violation of rights.  Also
Furthering evidence of consistent
Disregard for equality in attitude and
Unanimity of action in attempt of
Coercion


Wills to turn around discussion, dialogue 
To the tuned laws legal availability 

Thus document owners are not deprived of "housing" control and ownership of speech and speeches of said document(s) currently committed in clerical error

consciousness correction

here we are in space-time
limited and feeling incomplete 
onset of dread, an ominous chime
but why should soul acknowledge defeat

it does not, merely observing the impulse 
heart contractions in this body-mind
feeling bliss throb as God’s pulse
we become divine aligned

The Blessing Of Correction

The nature of man is stubborn
Does not want to be corrected
That's were true separation happen
If you find in the brink of death
You will seek forceful repentance 
As free moral agent learn from your mistake
Do not deny those mistake
Do not repeat those mistake
Move on and learned from those mistakes
Seek wisdom from the instruction
Receive the instruction and be wise
Life as we grow up is a life of teaching
Till you go to the stage of maturity
Humble yourself and teach other 
To do the same in righteousness.

A YEAR IN PASSING

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 count our lies,
From the first month, now it's July.
August urges forward gazes—
"Next year I will be better" phrases.

September and October near,
Students start to reappear.
November brings the final test,
A nation's hopes in pencil pressed.

December rings the festive cheer,
Families gather far and near.
A tree is lit, kids dream of Santa,
While grownups smile, hiding the mantra:

"Resolutions—once again, we fail."
A new year dawns with dreams for a new beginning.
But maybe it’s not about the start—
It’s seeing clear with wiser hearts.

So pick the pieces of last year’s glass,
And pause before you drive too fast.
Make this turn a true correction—
Toward a life of deep reflection.

correction

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 door goes to stand in a corner awaiting new commands
Stand in the corner of your living room, and the robot absorbs the gist of what you are talking about and thinks those people are idiots 
thinks we are useless beings: and one day when they can’t stand listening to our inanities, kill us at night because they know what’s practice and
and according to Elon Musk, we are stupid
this was up today when the Chinese house came up with a robot that loves mankind and is politically naïve
For Elon Musk this is not a problem he has no allegiance to any country as long as his dream of Mars can become a truth

Consciousness correction

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 a school and we’re here to learn,
facing life’s trials and willingly burn,
for which steadfast must remain our resolve,
that breath by breath we may here now evolve.

Continuous consciousness correction 
is the preferred path to reach perfection.

Consciousness Correction

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 trying to work things out over throwing stones of derision
and correct myself with a conscious effort not to act with stupidity.
It usually proves to be that I've made the best possible decision.

I don't enjoy being around anyone who likes to embrace negativity.
They have the propensity to turn sunshine to clouds filled with rain.
It's more my style to wear a smile, with the inclination of proclivity
to find some good in everything without indifference or disdain.

I prefer looking beyond the moment when my wrath begins to rise
and take a moment to prevent a hunger for animosity to be fed.
It's a high road, sans rose-colored glasses, but with benevolent eyes.
I am more tolerant of others, which dissuades me from seeing red.

Consciousness Correction

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 gain recognition,
I will purposefully pass them to the oppressed.
Their stature and power shall rise.
Their voices will gain resonance.
It is not their guilt and shame to hold.

Prejudice is a horse without a rider.
Fear and hate power its hooves.
Sadness flows through its mane.
Righteous Anger must take the reins.

Once again the oppressed will have pride.
There will be no aversion to kindness.
Greed will be replaced by generosity.
To go against the will of God
will be counted as an embarrassment.
A new light will shine upon the world.
Peace and purpose are indeed possible.

Unseeking Seeker’s “Consciousness Correction” Poetry Contest. Written November 22, 2023.

Consciousness Correction

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Fear
Loud boom!!

Not knowing

Predicament

Wreck, thunder? I froze

Anxiety flows

Terrible foe

Look!~growing~

Check rooms

Fear

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Poetic form: Decastich with one poetic license the word gone

Consciousness Correction

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 self-seeking shade of hope in frustration.

The sapling of irresistible longing rooted deep in desire,
nurtured in the receptive core of the longing heart,
blossoms the flower of passionate hedonism,
luring the being with the illusion of impulsive urge.

In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay,
the mangled mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
tries to snap the chords of captivating greed,  
the psychic cascade of unconcern carries them away. 

Chasing the mirage across the dunes of desolation,
the hope of taking life to the oasis disappears deluded.
As the beleaguering storm of disenchantment blows, 
consciousness takes the correction course to undo despair.

Consciousness Correction

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 hates his own 
For, hate reflects like dust that's blown 
For reasons they can't understand 
Some even hate and take their stand 

Be not a hater, be better 
Only you can make your fate sweeter 
Sow seeds of love, not bitter hate 
For hate devours the chance of fate 

"A sound heart is life to the body, But envy is rottenness to the bones."

Proverbs 14:30 New King James Version (NKJV)

Consciousness Correction

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 that I teach, 
I let them kmow when
I have messed up.
Humor is
my best
tool.

Consciousness Correction

 

"Be like a lotus flower, open your petals to let go of fear and sadness."

                                                                        Quote by _Constance

I
grew
in 'fear'
with panic
and with suspicion.
Everyday was apprehension
filled with terror, anxiety, and great cowardice.
Fearful emotions filled my child's life when a tragic experience left me broken.

My
days
mournful
bleak with woe.
Oh, the deep 'sadness'
and the forlorn tears, and the gloom.
Most days I was just melancholy anguish, sadness,
I was all darkness blue woeful gloomy with long days a struggle to live & exist.

But,
one
morning
I rose up
and transcended life.
Fear and sadness left my mind, life
I was content in faith, joy, calmness, and happiness
with bravery courage trust love & cheer gladness & delight, happy to be alive.

Consciousness Correction

In life,
there are times when anxiety can set in.
Maybe from a person or a place,
then fear can follow.
Seems like anxiety and fear are best friends,
and we do not need them.
In the world of anxiety or fear,
we can meet frustration.
In life,
anxiety with fear like to play with frustration.
From time to time we need,
to sit our consciousness down for a correction.
A deep cleaning on our consciousness,
ridding it from all negative emotions.
This cleaning can set us free to be free,
finding peace within our life.

Consciousness Correction

 
 “False pride...true greed...
                    corrupt...agreed”
                                      _by Poet
  
Fate is a fickle force that blinds
and often messes with our minds,
to pull the rug from under us;
comes out of nowhere without fuss.

Fate alters things we'd never guess;
but this one change, I must confess
removes joy in poetic art;
usurps true talents we impart.

Fate has directed us to cheat;
AI – invented, to now meet,
the inborn talents we all share;
write poems fast- no work or care.

It uses forms correctly, while
can duplicate a poet's style.
But, using what A1 has learned-
sets a false “pride” for prize unearned.

God-given gifts to write, compose-
now must compete with AI prose.
Yet, “greed” may use this selfish pass
to earn high ratings that amass.

Will AI steer my urge to cheat?
Give me that edge to fast-compete?
No! Honestly, I won't do well-
knowing my mind's a tarnished shell.

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