Rectified Poems | Examples

Fruits of Evil

Benji practices genocide 
Brave new Isreal has sick laws
Is Isreal thinking rectified  .

Benji thinks he is glorified
Death is a singletree- the kill nods
Benji practices genocide .

Harris loves Isreal -verified
Harris on housing  I applause
Is Isreal thinking rectified.

Trump supports Benji -clarified 
He think he does that for a cause 
Benji practices genocide .

 Stop electric car laws-petrified !
Stop outsourcing I give applause.
Is Isreal thinking rectified?

 Many more not  identified,
They think that their laws have no flaws,
These leaders rulings I deride ,
If they change-I am satisfied .

Authentic Virtues

The world’s challenges 
truly can be rectified;
Authentic virtues.

Six honest serving men

Who dares defy the laws of nature
Why do we stray from the straight path
What cruelty are we not capable of
Where can recklessness be rectified
When will hatred not be harboured
How do we find spiritual fulfilment

Who will Cure our moral cancer
Why does Hate hang heavy in our hearts
What is Recklessness but ruin 
Where has Insolence brought us to?
When can Sin be exorcised
How is Temper tamed

Paraclete

I feel him there all day and night.
In my dreams, he speaks to me and makes my burden light.

His voice is like a soft and beautiful cymbal.
His turn of phrase makes my heart quick and my mind nimble.

His righteous utterance of confidence during the day,(sigh) shows me the way.

In retrospect, he was always there during my jejunity.
My father left me and my mother was not caring enough to love me.

He laid his finger on my heart and I felt his love.
His sweet and indomitable breath guided me to rise above.

I was abused by many antagonists and callous people over the years.
He fed me the fruit of his righteousness and chased away my fears.

He has made my life bountiful.
He has rectified my inefficient life so that I can become skillful.

In my winter solstice, I feel that time is nearing the fall of my withering and fermenting flesh to the earth.
My prayer is that my soul will bloom into immortal mirth.





Marchl 12, 2023

For the faithful be encouraged by John chapter 14 verse 18

Fragility the Open Form

FRAGILITY
reorientated
&displayed
in
rigorous
 sharp lines
top &bottom
 stripes
with
 ragged ends
rectified
in the
 vertical
signalled
detailed
 illustrated
then
  enlivened
in
partial patterns
by
well-estalished
 influences
 always
 pyrrihic
invaluable
in
 duration
embracing
the
 mood loomed
a
quantitive 
 signature

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

Facing the Storm

Facing the Storm
Had my ego shorn and heart torn today
The reason, I am hesitant to say
I'll retain it to myself, no one else
But then, who on earth would care anyway.

On reflection someone out there does care
All one needs do is kneel down in prayer
Revealing one's heart, though the tears may start
To God who’s always aware of despair.

God helps to put things into perceptive
Auto rectified are inner conflicts 
You, me and us - all we need is God's love
To sooth, reassure, fortify and fix.

So after nursing my bruised shorn ego
I silently made contact with the Lord
Prayed for the light to shine brightly tonight
My ego transcended, my heart it soared.

With heart intact, ego restored, reborn
I have will to weather the fiercest storm.
8th July 2022
*+*+*

Pigs Won'T Fly

PIGS WON'T FLY
 
Yes, the little ones wonder,
but, like you, their thoughts are so small.
Go ahead, run away,
but you can't lie about the sky.
It doesn't fall, and pigs won't fly.
 
Resurrection, ascension, assumption.
Spare me your consumption.
Do not feed me any more corruption.
I'd rather not love at all
than to love so small.
 
Long ago secure,
deep in the corn,
I fled the warmth 
in search of scorn.
 
Down the long street I escaped from home.
Liberated from potential,
freed from expectation,
I found my near rescue where the long street ends,
the one place where the sky does fall
and the mermaids never swim.
 
The beauty of a life mocked
by the bold and the proud curdled into a crowd.
Better dead than unexpressed,
even if hushed, pretty, and tressed
in a corn-yellow sundress.
 
Fallen I stand.
Crawling away from the long street
from under a heavy sky,
I am electrified and rectified.
Freed of the lessons of the damned,
taught by the selfless well-wishers of man,
no longer searching like you
for the pig who flies.

Apprentice Master

That time of the year once again 
Thoughts, memories, flooding in 
Trying to understand these moments
No one is exempt from emotion. 
Parent flash ignored for the present 
Back to apprenticeship days 
Young and eager to learn 
The result was a trade
Father smiled and nodded
Mother adoring watching from afar
Duties include making tea in Billy cans
Making sure each brew was as ordered
Setting out the meals for trades persons 
An apprentice master watching over
Angry moods, other times gentle
Mistakes are made and rectified 
Guidance comes in strange ways
Words were spoken, not appreciated
Now in later life, understood
At the time, resisted the teachings 
Now could hug the person that taught us
There were times when interest dwindled 
Prodding and encouragement always given 
Now in later years wish for a revisit
Meet and shake their hand? 
No, would hug and kiss their cheek
Not only a trades person
But a Mother, or Father 
Just doing the best we can 
All started by filling billycans.

Changes For Girls

They bound our capabilities
By always underestimating our abilities
They have already planned our life before birth
Tossing us away as if we don't have any worth
They treat us the way they please
In there eye, will our dignity ever increase?
They bound us by chain,
Who is to blame when our life goes down the drain?
How long shall we wait for justice?
To put an end to living life the way they expect from us,
Change for girls is all I seek,
A society where people don't consider us as feeble and weak,
Where voicing out thoughts for all genders is guaranteed,
Somewhere we don't need to depend on others for our need,
A place where women are not objectified,
Somewhere the misconception around our feminity is rectified,
A place where we don't have to put up with all the humiliation
Where no longer resides a stereotypical discrimination
Change for womens is possible if encouraged by all
To make a society where patriarchy has a bitter fall

Was I Not Worth It

Was I not worth it!?!
The last angry and disgusted human face that I saw; it was him;
Now, I am much older and memories of him are so very dim.
When I was younger, I tried to recall; but, now, it’s not my aim;
He left mom and rejected me; as though we brought him shame.
I guess it is because his paternal responsibilities, he did deny;
I have grown, matured; over his ‘infidel like’ acts, I won’t decry.
Other took up the task of moulding and making me complete;
Now that I am a father; his mistakes I most surely cannot repeat.
I surely must act now; it has to be rectified from my generation;
Rejection can’t be allowed to fester and destroy our family relation.
The spite was great; rejection open; and the emotional hurts deep;
Yet, I won’t hold it against him; “Whatever a man sows; he also reaps.”
Our lineage must be healed; rejection must be removed from my ancestry;
Life, liberty, love and unity must be the hallmark of our family legacy.
	                                                                       End
                                                                    By: Dion Penville

First January

FIRST JANUARY

     First January is special holiday but does not necessarily mean a rest day. It 
     should not be spent on amusement but to meet New Year as a challenge.
     First January should bring new ambition, new hope not mere entertainment. 
     Start January with fullest vigor. Faults and mistakes of bygone days must be 
     rectified with warm wishes for associates.
     
                  keen emotive urge
                        on new year to make progress 
                               with thrashed momentum.  


    12/07/19

   ' Completely Your Choice (44) ' Contest by Brian Strand

My Last Words of a Story

I have no tears to shed
What is done,, it is done
I have no mercy to give
Words that leave the lips
Cannot be rectified

I wrote it
To tell my story
To share my experiences
To honour my upbringing
To feel my constant pain
To cherish my parents
It is meant to be written

I have no shame of myself
What have been created, it is created
I have no friends
Only those I love
And it is the love that will last forever

If Only I Could

IF ONLY I COULD

         If only I could turn back the hands of time,
        at bends of my journey those mistakes done
       or mandatory works whichever, left undone                                      
       might be sought out not sure, making life sublime.
       
      To turn back the hands of time If only I could,
      so many hurried decisions I had taken
      under compulsion, situation to be shaken,
      might be rectified not sure, to do what I should.
                                
       The hands of Time If only I could turn back
       I wished not to let you go ever at any cost.
      Nothing could compensate what treasure I had lost.
     In sports of life I was thrown ruthless out of track.
     
     If I rewind my past to analyse profound
    I see, mostly I was victim of circumstance
   beyond my capability and competence.
   Even going back, I couldn’t change my background.


   10/08/19
                         Second Place

 'If Only We Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time'  Contest by Silent One.

Lifes Turning Points

Life’s Turning Points 
Written: by Miracle Man
7/19/2019

Sometimes, life serves a meal that’s hard to digest,
A spread not deserving of my leaving a gratuity.
Disproportionately coming from being overly stressed, 
Stress relates its own story irrespective of continuity.

I’ve had some good times and regrettably some bad,
But I’ve kept on growing from seedling to Pine.
I’ve experienced happy times but also some sad,
And occasionally I have days when I just whine.

I remember as a youngster hearing mother saying,
“Life isn’t worth living, and I can’t face another day.”
Now being much wiser, her words I’m now weighing,
 I didn’t understand then but now I feel the same way.



Sometimes I’ve seen a mistake I’ve made, and rectified it,
But too often I just continued on, praying things might change.
Tom

Easter Sunday

EASTER SUNDAY

Everlasting memory on resurrection day,
April twenty first will be a red letter day,
So great is the grief and damage,
Tears welled up, happiness faded away,
Entire world was shaken up with agony,
Risen Christ, watched everything.

Saviour’s Blessings will be with every soul,
Upon every tortured and tormented ,
Never feel, God has turned his Face against you,
Days belong to him, he knows the right day to repay,
And therefore, await his final judgement, 
Your sorrows will be rectified.

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