IN AND OF LIFE’S CORRECTIVE SOJOURN
Fear not corrections,
They instill understanding
And guiding wisdom:
Navigating you through life’s
Great trials and tribulations:-
Wisdom builds the mind,
Understanding, strengthens it,
With healing knowledge:-
Being powerfully wise,
Defeats ignorance’s deceit:-
Wisdom and its fruits,
Are weapons against failure:
Seeding victory:-
In achieving liberty,
Let divine wisdom guide you:-
Countless Cosmic Constellations
Colossal Combustible Clouds
Confluences of Chrysalis Crystals
Collectives of Choreographed Colors
Constant Creation Collisions
Corrective Course Corrections
Cosmonauts Crashed Craft
Countless Cosmic Consternations
I return parted clerical error to a hall
In justice no frame
Nor corrective temp
Time as half
The titled days conveigning
That's my Monday morning appearance
This shall never be spoken freely
A civil right to act
Fine liberty
Next date, poor
Still due process
In accurate measure of published
Long years ago, you heard I fell,
just tumbled from a wall and—SPLAT!
I’d not be whole again, all said.
I’m here to follow up on that.
The King’s men scraped my pieces up.
It seemed they’d better things to do
than put me back together right.
I think they used Gorilla Glue.*
Now here I am, a messed-up sight,
a monster much like Frankenstein.
My body parts are all askew.
Not even my eyeballs align.
I'm feared, avoided, ridiculed.
I've no place in society.
Made a pariah by my looks,
though not in prison, I'm not free.
I hoped corrective surgeries
would fix me; so I filed a claim.
It was denied. It seems that for
my brokenness, I was to blame.
Here's what the agent said. I quote:
"Foolhardy eggs that perch on walls
should know that someday they'll get hurt.
They've asked for whatever befalls."
*popular product advertised as “the
toughest adhesive on the planet”
STYLISATION
natural
myriad
scintillating
feeding
fluidity in
exemplified
opportunities
detected
exuberant
& ominous
empathy
Of
imaginative
dedicated
&exclusive
opportunities
of finished
d facets
MANNERS
direct
peculiarities
unrestrained
in joie
de vivre
attain
clarity
closely
modelled
on radical
orientation
of
unmixed colour
in
synthetics themes
closely composed
yet?
sketchily
suggested
by
inspired motifs
& etchings
in
corrective considerations
of multifarious
impressions
of
continuing
& intensifying
Flights of fancy, a young man's game
visions brewing, not one the same...
Dawns a slate-gray day, corrective lenses ordered
horizon's blank ~ anticipation murdered
She__wearing a shroud of depression
Left each visitor with gloomy feelings
Which they then carried away in succession
In all their life, never having such dealings
She was withdrawn, grim, and gloomy
Born with a melancholy personality
Then her mother died leaving her life roomy
For the pit of depression to swallow her in totality
Wistful thinking could not draw her into a good mood
Nor any action the staff had performed so far
Each word she said was totally rude
Then someone came up with the bazaar
A trip to the space station could do the trick
Out where her life would come into perspective
Where she could see earth and life click
Just what was needed to be a mood corrective
All in all I must say, life has trouble
If on earth you cannot win, space has a Hubbell
Just for fun/ silly/ nonsensical
Date written: 05/08/23
Contest: Eight Word Challenge
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Words used in order used: shroud, depression, gloomy, feelings, withdrawn, grim, gloomy, melancholy, depression,wistful
Often we know what we want
but then again God knows better
His ways to us don't figure out
but we should learn from His letter
When God chastens us in His love
it's for our good He brings correction
learn to trust in the Lord your God
for you were always His selection
This is the story of God's love
never forget no matter His plans
God always, always wants the best
for you are tight in God's clan
God is your heavenly father
who does everything in love
always having that in His view
to have a relationship like a glove
God's children are His own possession
for the Lord counts them as His delight
nothing can take away the love of God
it lifts you up into your heavenly flight
(My son, do not despise the Lord's discipline
or be weary of his reproof,
for the Lord reproves him whom he loves,
as a father the son in whom he delights.)
Proverbs 3: 11,12 (ESV)
ANTICIPATIONS
with
apprehensive
contrasts
in
sombre
glimpses
totally
themselves
&
so
necessary
to survive
disquiet
made
manifest
in
venerable
tradition
an
intensity
emulated
with
hypnotic
fixity
a
considered
significance
evident
&
perceptible
with
an
indicative
corrective
descending
an
embarked
inclination
Ahh ... day 1 is upon us, and it's fairly
Chilly on this new year.
As I try to collect some warm words,
While avoiding to shed a tear.
Now if tradition is to be my guide,
Following resolutions here to make.
Then my efforts to correct some failings,
Will bear fruit if I partake.
So with some sober and conscious analysis,
This listing grows by volume and length.
Where I quickly come to realize,
That overcoming flaws takes great strength.
Here my thoughts of will power,
Begin eroding and chipping away.
At all the corrective measures ...
After all, I can procrastinate another day.
Take corrective steps to control mind
As often erring is never good for life
A solution as a remedy you must find
By developing a will to solve strife
We must prove that we are not blind
If brain is husband, heart is its wife
By heavy losses, we may be shaken
Sky may curse us to badly weaken
High level measures must be taken
Definitely we can come out of a snag
For this we must wisely do pondering
With us the defect must not just drag
No use in with no sense blundering
What a tragedy to carry loser's tag
Peace, defeats will be plundering.
My world within a verse:
to fold within that space
(for there the challenge lies)
the essence and no more,
with joy's sweet sigh, my prize.
My world within a verse:
nuanced, enigmatic,
alternate perspective,
dance with the comedic,
entreat or corrective.
My world within a verse:
lyrical and pleasing,
creating ambiance,
triggering emotion,
producing a response.
My world within a verse:
using gifts entrusted,
pointing to the greater,
finding joy in all things,
thanking my creator.
[ Poetry ]
For the Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Written 04/04/2022
I escaped outside for peace
Among the flowers and the grasses
And breathed – and layed my burden down
On my corrective glasses
She looks through the lens,
a Baltimore Oriole
had just flared into orange sherbet,
but now there was her wide-eyed grin
filling every space left over.
Once as a young man, I dated
a sweet girl.
I called her my ‘yellow ducky’
but even her comical loveliness
had only filled my arms and private parts,
but my head remained stuffed full
of a teenage kapok.
Watching golden eagles,
my long lens growing heavy
as I scan the sky for the false gold
in their plumage.
We used to call females ‘chic’s.’
As a kid, I had to wear
huge, round, corrective glasses
I was known as ‘owl’ boy.
The Baltimore Oriel is back,
it alights on a branch just above you,
blooming again in a frizzle of colors;
you are unaware and keep smiling
into the camera.
My head is a fizz of euphoria.
I bless Baltimore, for being
that golden city in the clouds
that I always thought it was.
I once had corrective surgery, a hernia operation,
and was asked if I would authorize a scan of my palm,
so that in the event I showed up unconscious during an emergency,
they could access my medical records immediately.
It sounded like a good idea at the time to me,
so I signed a waiver stating that I agreed.
Big mistake on my part unfortunately,
because as a secondary precaution apparently,
in case my palm got mangled and was impossible to read,
I authorized an RFID chip to be implanted in me during surgery.
This was a deliberate act in the field of medicine.
It is getting more difficult to trust any one.
Remember this if you are ever in need of surgery.
Never sign any waiver without reading all that fine print completely,
or you will end up a tagged target, just like me.
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