When you bother yourself with things you can not do,
You forget what you can.
When you hide the real you behind the curtains of your inability,
You break the confidence you built for years
Into pieces, to be fed to your growing ego.
And then, do you feel different?
Lose yourself slowly in this world of acceptance?
Weakness turned you to an unknown man
Less of rectification and more of the hidden.
All of your self esteem locked inside that cabinet
Whose key has been melted, to build those chains
That hold you in captive.
Categories:
rectification, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Free verse
FOR MY ENEMY
I could neither punish nor forgive
my enemy, as that would go
against my moral principle,
also I honour my self esteem
which is extremely important .
But I send my best wishes
for your refinement
I wish betterment
in your activity.
May honesty guide you
to show right path.
Really I pray in mirth.
I'm to send good wishes
to my enemy giving scope
for self- rectification
through repentance
so that at end
I may forgive.
Categories:
rectification, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Don't let dire goodbye
Laid to bed and rest, amend
While sunset remained.
Categories:
rectification, change, goodbye, gospel, meaningful,
Form: Haiku
Bless the Heavenly Father, and all of those
made in His Image; pray that Grace grows
Categories:
rectification, bible, blessing, father, heaven,
Form: Couplet
They call it self healing
They call it dancing to a song
They call it exercising the vocal chords,sing it load
It is culture
They call it the lost and found
They call it faith,piercing into the soul
They call it blessings,upon blessings
It is culture
They call it past and present not knowing the future
They call it misunderstandings that occurred and needs rectification
They call it history in the making
It is culture
They call it knowledge that was absorbed
They call it a transformation of natural beings
They call it a prophecy that was seen
It is culture
Categories:
rectification, africa, culture, freedom,
Form: Free verse
it was useful
things did beautiful
captured with delight
removed the plight
what considerd next
solving problems pretext
fulfilled to know
ambitions to grow
worlds great eye
solving with vie
its past useful
future is rectifiable
overlooked but beauty
rectification our duty
causing happiness always
removing hatred sways
using for knowledge
great things acknowledge
if not useful
removes the pleasurable
if always use
things are news
if it discarded
future is blinded
its truth beauty
us in duty
thus rectify it
picture things sweet
makes us great
removes all threat
enhance its ability
do things utility
what do next
rectify and test
Categories:
rectification, hope,
Form: Couplet
The most valuable of all
Is the only story ever told
Written carelessly, yet meticulously
An impending novel unfolds
The scroll is etched with a fiery hand
Smoking down the page
Racing against the hand of time
To record abundantly prior the blaze
Countless days and countless hours
No chapters too short or too long
Moments of joy and anguish lack not
Nor decisions right or wrong
With simply no time for rectification
Fashioned over allotted duration
Flames arise with each turning page
As the narrative turns to ash in a grave
Categories:
rectification, death, time,
Form: Rhyme
And I think its time to assess the situation
Infiltration of information, stimulation of the rectification of my brain
Deterioration of my pain And I'm left victim to the emptiness
I'm afraid to love again
Categories:
rectification, deep, for him, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
My friends without exaggeration I spy a case of desperation spilling from nation to nation. A little inspiration to flip the degradation. Without contemplation, Love, a wonder by far the greatest creation. Warriors are set for unification to battle heinous globalization desecration communization with this illumination lets rise up for rectification. Wise up rise up with this manifestation. It's beyond time to remedy the infestation. Never mind your celebrity infatuation with infucation, change the station! Make use of you, beautiful creation or settle for devastation infuriation deviation damnation damned nation nah lets go with purification. Save The Population!
Categories:
rectification, anger, beautiful, conflict, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
groupthink likes word games the unwritten history rectification
Categories:
rectification, corruption, culture, history, international,
Form: Senryu
Dane, “Little Dane” was my precious birth name.
And I dearly loved my grandma who was also named, Dane.
Naturally, at times, by mistake, folks said, “Jane.”
Each time, “Dane…like a Great-Dane” rectification came.
After many years searching genealogy, I discovered.
No boys, but girls had great-grandfather Dane’s name.
Naturally, surprised, proud of the name just the same.
Adding Ann with no E…to me, Dane Ann, was conferred.
Corrections were often needed; I could count on fun, too.
Opportunities for attention ah, rapping at my name’s door.
Over the years, receiving Mr. Dane mail I did not adore.
Laughed loud when I was drafted, no girls, then, I knew.
Now that joke was on me; I reported the mistake.
And before I left for home, a dotted line I did see.
My, the Army sounds great…an education for me!
Events made me shake; the war made me quake.
My name is Dane, not Jane, not “Puddin’-n-tane”
It is not, James, John, or Penny-whinney-jinxsaw!
Not Sally or Sue, but a life-name with no flaw.
Easy to spell; it's for boys, and for me, D-A-N-E, Dane.
© February 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
An acrostic poem written in “Enclosed Rhyme”
Categories:
rectification, family, nostalgia, song-lyriceducation, me,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Petals of a dying rose,
answers I should not suppose.
To those still with life I propose
that the propensities
and proprieties
of dull and dying societies
be cast
out of our anxieties.
For those who commit such travesties
to those who create perfect families.
Paling to preposterous powers
to this compare a dying flower.
In life or death
lives the lives of the living
and dies the dismal day-dreams of the dreary traveler.
Rhymes in word
and the rhythm of my rectifying pen
rapidly recall raptures and revelations of my priors.
Downfall of moral rites, time to fight the good fight.
Atrocities committed by audacious animal
pull for the powers
that dim and dull the dieing flowers.
Categories:
rectification, social, life,
Form: I do not know?