Rectitude Poems

D Y S T O P I A

[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.]
[“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”]
[Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my solemn cries.]
[“A fate of malevolence albeit conduct--oh, love, abhor, equity seldom be attained.“]
[Is it merely viable?]
[“Or am I just simply insensate?”]
[Ah, break me free of the binding chains-- one of rectitude, the other loathe, as if there’s no point in between.]
[“Told of finding peace, tempted to defile, disequilibrium.”] 
[Why serenity remain beyond touch?]
[“Is it plausible to grasp?”]

A fate of dystopia.

SILENCE

To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in our education. Sacrifice my youth as to my future, conglomerate extracurriculars till my collapse, lay none betwixt within life and school; label it as a system. Shut up, shut up all of you! My exertion incapable of being compensated for—silence, silence, all of you! Toil seldom for me, subsequently bequeathing my labor… Discard my passion, coerce me to fill the perforated gaps in tuition—quiet, quiet, all of you! Refrain from protesting till your own encounter, and perpetually weep!

Shut up, all of you
My future prioritized
Discard my own youth

Blink No 2

a thousand colours above my head
pale and flaky
am i a guest?
i asked for a full moon
my pledges unheeded
o my god what am i to be
guster of leaves
a little light filtering
they sound bland to me
cold oars shake a moment,
the spirit of blackness is in us
life is a valedictory meanness
a thousand voices peer their rectitude

Unassailable Purity

Unassailable purity, a cognition divine of venerated mind,
Proffers promise inviolable, beneficence sacred aligned,
With force invincible emanating from goodwill of heart
Forming precepts impeccable, teachings benevolent impart.

Purity of thought and action~ a worthy and righteous goal,
Resounds indomitable from kindred voice of resolute soul;
A heavenly call of compassion, extolling sanctity of love,
Lifting tenor of gloomy dawns~ soothing refrains of dove.

Unassailable purity in life, a road map of directions to hope,
Sacrosanct are its valiant acts, vowing ceaselessly to cope,
Performing with mighty resolve, deeds inducing pride;
Serving humbly as invisible hand of irreproachable guide.

Assisting destitute is the sermon, tolling bells of prayer,
Beckoning the weary, indigent, to shelter and welfare;
Comforting grief of despair with words enlightened, aware,
Consoling cry of nothingness, bequeathing love and care.

It exemplifies within her selfless smile, purity of her eyes,
Reassuring her children, bliss of mother’s love never dies;
Its rectitude unassailable, eternal as the reign of time,
A gift precious, paramount to life~ ethereal and sublime.

Unassailable Purity

Nobody is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart, for his purity, by definition, is unassailable.  ~Author James Baldwin

Humans drown themselves in ego by thinking they're worth
the honorable title, "I am among the innocent upon earth."
There has been no human born since Jesus, of pure divinity
His life was never sullied, nor blemished by corruptibility

Angels sang of His innocence, chaste and immaculate virtue
for men of all nations give way to temptations. This is true
We are flawed with faults. Underserving the seat on a throne
To claim we have untainted rectitude, I could never condone

Unassailable purity is not a phrase any human can live up to.
If one thinks he has irreproachable decency, don't misconstrue
such a self-centered thought as one of the meek and humble
The pure of heart has impeccable integrity and will not stumble

One who believes he's great is one I would chide and berate
for that one hungers for power and glory that he will never sate
Insidious, the hypocrite who claims innocence. He will find grief
in assuming he is sacrosanct, for that would be a profane belief

Beautiful Life

"He (GOD) hath made every thing beautiful in his time..." Ecclesiastes 3:11 of the King James Bible

Beautiful life indeed precious
packed with love and care, so gracious
my heart exclaims glad gratitude…
seeking God for blessings’ magnitude.

Beautiful chance of victory
conquering bitterness' fury 
I seek peaceful joy's certitude…
praising God for peaceful solitude.

Beautiful gain for work's hardship
revealing earnest stewardship
faith helps transform my attitude…
exalting God for braced fortitude.

Beautiful bliss midst contentment
for ministerial engagement
my soul needs divine rectitude…
trusting God for shielding beatitude.

Beautiful heart with kindness-zeal
bears fruits along prayerful seal
stretch my reaching-out altitude
thanking God for His love’s latitude.

August 23, 2023
2nd place, "Beautiful or Broken Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/26/2023.

A Sweet Secret

A sweet secret 

Waves of depression without waste of opportunity,
Trade with season of whiff of irritation,
Worthy mentioned  whirlwind of smoke,
Animates to weight the wiles of innocence,
Tracing the bitterness with a touch of severity,
Train of disasters then  transfer factors of agony,
Sweeping the land of tempest of passion, 
Surface of events tides the surge of pathos, 
slough of ignorance shackles an approach  of fate, 
A summit of misery with the scrap of adversity, 
Staves all rains of life in formless dread,
Rectitude of soul freezes at the thought,
Relishing of its beauty refines the style, 
When ravages of time delves crumpled pain, 
Qualm of conscience still seems in radiance of morning, 
 At dusk a ray of hope of peace, 
With the pendulum of great feeling of worthy , 
Pules the progress of events with miracles,
Agitation in a sense of meditative content takes,
Sighs at a large contentment over the place,
With a solemn glee possessing utterance of destiny.

Sajid Hussain Pakistan ©

Ravishing Beauty

Ravishing beauty
You've got that  sexy allure
Wishing you were here with me 
My sweetly scented April flower

You are my rose 
It's you my heart sings to
My magic dove My lovely 
You've got everything I want

And more of what I need 
I am sate in my rectitude 
Positively replete because of you

What Am I Supposed To Do

What I am supposed to do
When everything around  me has gone crazy?
What am I supposed to do
When my beloved country 
Chooses the path to perdition 
Rather than moral rectitude?
What am I supposed to do
When millions of my compatriots happily 
Wallow in criminal poverty
While insignificant few parasite on our Commonwealth 
As Lords and masters of our
Collective destiny?
What am I supposed to do
When  my country men
Cannot sleep with two eyes closed
As terrorists and kidnappers
Have become our eternal nemesis ?
What am I supposed to do
When a new opportunity is
On the horizon 
But my compatriots prefer the status quo
Hobnobbing with their slave masters?
What I am supposed to do
When the hope for a new Nigeria 
Keeps slipping through our fingers 
At every election cycle?
2023 elections are around the corner
Nigerians must get it right this time
I cry and point to the right direction 
So that my compatriots can follow 
That is what I am supposed to do
Stand up Nigerians
Take back your country!

Fahrenheit In Blue

Fahrenheit in Blue 
David J Walker

The place of sons and 
Sons of daughters
A sky unwilling
 to rend its lights
Blue is its morning pallor 
A rusted yarrow 
Of Fahrenheits  

Blue lens and leans in clear
	Blue blocked in 
Eyes and ice
Blue washed in murky waters
Of Rectitude 
and sacrifice 

The blue night reveals its stars
the moon is blue 
on certain nights
the moons hue 
	reflects in waters
blue is gray at certain heights
and gray is black 
	and black in whites

The place of sons and 
Sons of daughters
	And far beyond 
	in certain lights
the murky day 
	in mothers and fathers 
And far beyond 
	In blue tinged plights

Rectitude

Rectitude is the guiding star that leads one to fulfill his destiny! 









©  Demetrios Trifiatis
       13 May 2021

Unparalleled Lover

love loved, her beauty faded not,  
live not in solitude but intimacy, 
My lover is a golden gift of treasure to my existence, 
Her countenance tint ruddy,
lofty is her stature, 
and perfectly symmetry, 
nobly is her form and prettily alluring,  
Her beauty faded not...

Infuse With reddish red, 
Shroud with glory, 
beautifully scene and delightfullly is her ways, 
glowed! glowed!!, courteous! courteous!! bow! bow!! 
kneel!  kneel!!.,  i adore and adorn her charming eyes..
my lovers beauty faded not...

She trampled not as inferior, 
She elevate intellectual, 
Her midst veiled with splendor, 
her hues is tempting, 
Inherent is her ways, artificially not,  
She garnished my path to rectitude, 
Her paradise gate i gaze, 
gracefully she appeared, 
her fragnant allured me to her cord,  
My lovers beauty faded not.... 

Her body taints no sin and marred not,  
nature speaks of her sense, 
The world garp filled with her taintless beauty 
she dazzle with euphoria, 
I edifies her heart with my unparalleled everlasting love, 
My lovers beauty faded not... 
Charming! Charming!! Queen of my paradise 
her beauty faded not....

The Midwife Pg 2 Continue Tater and Junebug

And her beloved son grew alongside her like clinging vines.
During the capitulation of the Old South.
The era of a bitter drouth.

They lived hopefully from her skills as a midwife.
And though some days were gruesome for her they were perfect days.
When they were together in their strife.
She found joy and paradise in his existence.
In their blissful co-existence.

He grew strong and his mind was filled with invincible thoughts of mastering his own destiny.
With blazing certainty.
However treacherous winds of evil depleted his willful force.
And destroyed her soul to a living death.
A twisted sorrowful wealth.
Through the grueling time in multitude.
With a heart cold to any sane rectitude.

Many times she revisited the thinning forest.

She listens to the song of the Old South.
A tune of her son's demise spilled out.
From the elm tree in a thinning forest.
Near the Ebb Water Creek.
A sounding song of mystique.
And the mystery of his murder lay.
Cradled in the secretive nest in the deciduous forest.
Leaving her to walk in the darkness of despair and soul arrest.

One Season Then When Summer Wakes

A season and the shadows run
To all the seasons left undone
One season and the shadows find
To every season left behind
But then I find in summers wake
The season that the season makes
Just like a shadow might forsake
The last and final fleeting form
Of a season left forlorn
One season then when summer wakes
One season then when summer ends
But never then again partakes
Of shadows where our love is made

One season then when summer wakes
One season then when summer fades
And all my dreams of sorrow come
Just like a shadow shall become
One final thought of sudden form
The season and the shadows morn
That wakes and moves so endlessly
A sorrow less than more is bright
Is all that falls on thee tonight
And if a shadow’s hopeless form
Which cannot be no more forlorn
Shouldst rise in final rectitude
Of dreams I have of you
Then all the seasons summers made
Should never fade away

Our Forgotten Children

Isolated and abandoned, a child with no hand to hold
So many are lost and forgotten, on a trail of love gone cold
They learn amiss, never knowing what’s truly right
Existing cold and alone in the darkest of nights

They live abused and beaten, unloved and mistreated
Constantly disappointed and tired with their happiness deleted
Some will try to run and hide in the street
Others are trapped and caged, with only their breath and fading heart beat

More often than not, children who grow up without rectitude
Will become adults with no moral compass and a destructive attitude
Unfortunately, times are changing as we lose these kids one by one
We need to act now before our future unravels and comes undone

This pain and suffering, was not created by God or given to us in his plan
It’s been brought about by free will and the evil hearts of man
We’ve done this to ourselves, the effort was not joint
Please be careful with your anger and where your finger may point

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