Corrective Poems | Examples

Justice of the Peace

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

Humpty Dumpty Gives Us an Update

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”

OPEN VERSE NO 26

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

Visions Brewing

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

Depression's Cure

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She was withdrawn, grim, and gloomy 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

The Corrective Love of God - Proverbs 3: 11,12

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 An Open Form

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

The First Day

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.

Recovery Through Bravery

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.

World Within a Verse

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

I escaped outside for peace 
Among the flowers and the grasses
And breathed – and layed my burden down
On my corrective glasses

Bird Watching

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.

Rfid Chips

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.

Perfect Sight

Perfect Sight
By Franklin Price
01/01/2020

The year is twenty-twenty
Symbolizing perfect sight
Time we got corrective lenses
On the left and on the right

Two eyes looking forward 
Coming from a different face
Must select the right prescription
Focus on a common place

Each eye is viewing differently
That's very plain to me
Little depth in their perception
Of the scene that they both see

Ben Franklin made bifocals
To see both near and far
He was a founding father
As such, he was a star

Should make use of his invention
To help guide us on our way
To see a common goal the same
Not  as blurry as today

Perfect Sight

Perfect Sight
By Franklin Price
12/18/2019

Coming year is twenty-twenty
Symbolizing perfect sight
Time we got corrective lenses
On the left and on the right

Two eyes must be looking forward 
That are in a common face
Must select the right prescription
Focus on a common place

Each eye is viewing differently
That is very plain to me
Little depth in their perception
Of the scene that they both see

Ben Franklin made bifocals
To see both near and far
He was a founding father
As such, he was a star

Should make use of his invention
To help guide us on our way
To see a common goal the same
Not blind folded as today

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