Best Mediated Poems
Today is the day of a big fall festival, about twenty miles from here. I have been juried in, and have purchased all the equipment, set up a white tent, and put out my paintings, a few hours ahead, and stayed around for days of waiting. It took a lot of energy, and time, and I did not enjoy it, which is why I only did it twice. Two different shows, both the same year, about four years ago. I sold about eighty-five paintings, and they did not come anywhere near covering the cost of the tent, display pieces, and they did not give me back one ounce of time that I lost. I considered almost every second of tent time “lost time”, unless someone loved my work, which happened only three times in five days of waiting.
This art gig is therapy for me, pure and simple. The best part is, that it keeps me out of stores, buying new stuff – a bunch of junk I get tired of in two or three days, shiny things that will be dumped into a bonfire when I do not use them any longer. I lie. The best part of painting is the pleasure that it gives me. It is the most relaxing hobby I have ever gifted myself. I have mediated, and painting is like that only better, because I get to add color and glitter, and I love seeing my creativity unfold in surprising ways. Since I already own a couple of hundred canvases and the paints, and I just ordered a hundred and fifty new brushes, I might as well do this cheap hobby that I love, right?
I am not tempted to go to the fall festival. I feel the vendor’s pain, but I always try to buy something from each one, so I will not hurt their feelings, and if I keep it up, I will be working until I am ninety.
Categories:
mediated, art,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Heat my heart I hear a hero
this soul soothed, stilled, and silenced
golden, growth, gave me a guru
within, wild, waiting to whisper
I inclined, initiate impossible
imagine infinite isn't so infamous
IMHO SMH serves no justice
TKO LOL no need omega
delighted to deliver dharmic direction
self-appointed steward of selfless
practiced not perfect, positive portions
critical for compassionate connections
we, world, will win, with unity
culture continues to counter crosses
mediated meeting my middles merciful
If you think you know then answers pass by
not one mind built this vision
landmine lands filled with landfills
minus minding multiple menaces
covet care cause its a rare case
corporate ladder, or conscious staircase
choices chastised, for coursing courageous
caring contagious, counting on cowards
evils aired aren't left faceless
sights for sure are sore from wayside
be the change to see a day is seized
stay cold-hearted and this place will freeze
Categories:
mediated, introspection, metaphor, philosophy, spiritual,
Form:
Alliteration
Young generation ardor from sculpted hero borrows
Older generation, torpor to graft peaceful tomorrows
Can young eyes through steely sheath glimpse marrow
O'er from dried paint, the blood stains that do burrow
From pursed lips, do the painful strains bellow
O'er from silent gun, percussive waves billow
Youthful glint on glimmering memorial glows
From aged lens, vicarious tears solemnly flow
Lad's fawning beams on chivalric statue strew
Elder's sorrowful squints the mediated surface furrow
Young mind each, savory fold does swallow
Aged intellect each corroded line does follow
On gilded bust, youth's prating eyes wallow
Gaunt septuagenarian mourns core now hollow
Around girth, innocent lids embrace time's fleeting shadow
Experienced hearts scorn clones strung from future gallows
New hopes, dreams cover the base now fallow
New doubts, fears sweep sodded ground, now sallow
Categories:
mediated, age, angst, career, ,
Form:
Rhyme
ARTISTIC IMPRESSION
Sequo ane aneleli
Ruthless enchantment signed peneli
Deep linguistics conveyed temporali
French-mistic concerns of one Mr. Pateli
A shrine of words deeply negated
A form of style simply paginated
Tongue-twister relative of pronounciation – the bigger picture
Thoughts bigger than the box
Thoughts like keys secured in a knox
Change of plan,-action; a detrimental hoax
Consequences of thinking outside of the box
Pay heed to listen
Marksman with an arrow coated in glisten
Levitate your mind to embrace wisdom
Silence is golden in the event of an argument raised in confusion
A life planned is pre-mediated murder substance of an illusion
Mixed words of no meaning devour intelligence
The human brain is encrypted with its own elegance
Analysis defragmenter –prophets foretell
Analysis coordinator – preachers re-tell
Sermons attended from devout ministers –you say?
True lords of great speech per se
Due acceptance from the masses departed out of reach
A set piece not destined to offer a perfect goal
Forgotten like the New Year’s resolutions before the end of fall
The artistic impression I portray...
BY SIBUSISO LUBIMBI
Categories:
mediated, character, desire, devotion, how
Form:
Pastoral
Was he wrong to suggest
“All poetry, in a way, is about death.”
He was in such earnest
I was obsessed with that research
One may write of the loss of family:
Usually a parent, more unusually of a child
Then, too, families are lost voluntarily:
Divorce, foster homes, sibling rivalry gone wild!
Another may write of an aborted career
The miseducation of his or her youth
A “calling” may be from God, or less clear
Alas, hate and scheming, are part of this truth
Yet others may chisel out a poem, or ballad,
With haunting memories of a land far away
Of lover hung, exiled, drowned. More hallowed and sacred
Is your own love lost, shared … or unhallowed matrimony
So, there I had it, a monk weeping over lost purity
A maiden having valued not her virgin birthright
Are losses, or deaths, mediated by individuality
Even seasons gone, is a temporary death and flight
For in the grand scheme of things – I say Abba-Father
The seasons do cycle back on no man-made, circular invention
All things teach, preach, - are good, says the Creator
If love makes room for love of the Author of Resurrection!
© Anil Deo for 20170402
Categories:
mediated, children, death, divorce, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
Royal blood
“Do you have royal blood”?
Question screams,
Is your ancestry good enough,
For surely we are all Kings and Queens,
If we go back far enough, or so it seems,
But not I.
“Do you have royal blood”?
My facebook page, side bar rages,
You must have, in past ages,
On Twitter, question flitters,
I really could be bitter,
For no, not I.
“Do you have Royal blood”?
No but I have my health,
A family history of owning wealth,
Experience of God in person,
I don’t need royal blood,
No, Not I.
@Andrew Carnegie, socially mediated, Wiltshire, January 5th 2017.
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Categories:
mediated, age, celebrity, culture, identity,
Form:
Free verse
GOOD DAY C.J!
Methinks it be time to blink at the sun
Look at your lover and say “good morning hon”
Perhaps a cup of joe and then you can go
Go to that tree where all the doves know
They know how vibrant and lovely you be
Lovelier than that old oak tree
It stands so tall with birds perched inside
And when they stop singing is for them to decide
Now perhaps it’s time to take a leisurely stroll
Making up for the time the clock once stole
Take your lover’s hand and walk him to that lake
The one that swans and minnows never forsake
Then you return home from a lovely jaunt
You with ebony hair and slinky body with which to taunt
It’s warm inside compared to out of doors
And now maybe you can begin your daily chores
So he helps you with breakfast, bacon and eggs
Whilst he is hypnotized by your lithe little legs
Now it’s time for her mediated meditation
But if your lover’s like me it’s time for his illegal medication
© 2011.…..free cee!
b. i like you!
Categories:
mediated, adventure, art, black african
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
Can’t keep running, tired of hiding, of all the games, and the lying.
Bored of the stories, and the never after, sick of telling myself, it will be better,
Can’t keep smiling behind lying eyes, convincing the truth of what I despise,
When did I become what I see, when did I lose sight? And forgot to be me?
The one with the voice, a pre- mediated script, with one skill and nothing left to give.
Sick of being the one to take, losing everyone, for my own gain.
When did I become so selfish, so self-entitled?
So reckless and so unkind?
Can’t keep changing your situation, to suit the games played, avoiding the call at all costs, not caring about who and what you’ve lost.
I want to change, not stay the same, sick of the being the one shamed, like fallen down fame.
Hindsight is always better when it’s not your own, easier to judge, as you aren’t the star of the show,
Don’t want the unkind words that are said, want to switch off the constant thoughts before I go to bed.
Can’t keep running, because enough is enough, got to face the music, cos the lies have me caught.
Categories:
mediated, addiction, betrayal, depression,
Form:
Ballad
I watch with hungry eyes as your innocence explores my world.
Your delicate mouth curls at the novelty,
I do not break the gaze.
I have long since mediated my existence and
Ordinary is haunting my footsteps.
I see what you are desperately trying to hide,
ghostly slivers break through the carefully constructed.
Ordinary is haunting your footsteps,
Artificial intelligence; spell check and a thesaurus.
You have been gone for some time and
Oceanic organic tears mark the occasion.
Congratulations, they have been successfully convinced.
Mass mourning of some one that is lost,
When you have been gone for a long time.
You have taken the path that has been over-traveled
And your footsteps have become ordinary.
Extra ordinary.
Categories:
mediated, hope, introspection, life, people
Form:
Free verse
The poet begins the reading
'I'm sentimental if you know what I mean.'
'Oh, that's good!'
I thought about this cuckoo hissing
At the Botanical Gardens
He'd also mediated on the stratosphere
That sponge up above
Accordingly, so did I too
Footslogging around the museum
I took a sufti at my phone by the toilets
A headline caught my attention
Liverpool to sack Jürgen Koop
Kooped up in this nightmare exhibition
We came across a giant redwood
The trunk constructed out of metal
To enlighten the children
To prepare them for the future
My son explains his steam engine
A whole troupe of burly men
Black soot and freezing cold snow
Three layers of woollen jumpers
Sod the blast pipe carbon dioxide
Your Austrian Giesl burp
There are bigger concerns
Than soil degradation
Yes, the fireman is wearing clothes
The shoveller is wearing clothes
But the driver is naked
Categories:
mediated, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
It is finished
All the work was done on the cross at Calvary
It is finished, it is finished
Once for all humanity
Changed the course of history
When Jesus was high and lifted up
The slaves were then set free
Free to choose eternal destinies
The greatest gift of love the world would see
Blessed Savior, to Thee now come
My race, it is finished, the labor done
Seeking the rest only You can give
Rest for my soul to forever live
Dwelling in Heaven eternally, in You I rest
It is finished
Offered once to die, and for all eternity
It is finished, it is finished
From the streets of Nazareth
To the throne of holiness
When Jesus was high and lifted up
His purpose was complete
His life on earth fulfilled the prophecies
Salvation free for those who will believe
I kneel before Thee, head bowed in shame
The Book is opened, You call my name
Lifting my eyes I behold Your hands
Nail-scarred, held open, they help me stand
Rising forgiven, eternally, in You I rest
It is finished
Cried the Son of God, and the veil was rent in two
It is finished, it is finished
Broken fellowship restored
Mediated path no more
Jesus, You’re high and lifted up
May all the world now see
Jesus high and lifted up in me
My life a testimony to the King
Categories:
mediated, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Economic messages,
models,
exchanges,
transactions,
investments and divestments,
restorations and extractions,
therapies and punishments,
health and pathology
come from diverse secularized capital media,
like egos,
and nutritional flows,
health norms
and energy centers,
power points.
Similarly,
ecological messages,
transfers of nutritional resources
and toxic demons,
are read in diverse media climates
of water restorative balance
and extractive flowing floods and pollution,
of soil health and pathology,
of wind power and superpowers of hurricanes,
of fire restoring warmth
but also extractively devouring,
therapeutic restorations
and punishing retributions through over-extractive imbalance.
Capital is to economics
as Energy is to ecology;
each resiliently mediated by WinWin positive intent
to cooperatively invest
and predative WinLose negative intent
to compete against other capital-centered climates
of holonic unrest.
Capitalism extracts nutrition
where ReStorative CoOperatism co-invests cultures of loving health
in budgets,
creolizing plans and designs
and mutual intent toward polyculturally positive outcomes for All
students and mentors
followers and inclusively democratic leaders
DNA and co-arising RNA
children and parents
patients and healers
PostMillennial ClimateLovers and WiseElders.
Categories:
mediated, community, education, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
I taste war...all around me; but it's nowhere to be seen.
Smelling fear through polluted feathers; tickling my nose.
Fallen from many and from few; revealing endlessly gathered white crosses in tight rows like a pew.
I know war is someplace hot but here war is some other place rather cold.
Always mediated into chaotic madness that seems to surround the entire globe.
No matter what you do, eventually it will find you.
But for me, I am very far from the terrors of physical war.
Let us wonder...
What constitutes what war really is?
My meaningless belief is that war is an individually believed matter of perspective; war is war.
War is not peace being with us.
Seeking sanction by using brutality—?
It's just like I always say...
The cycle repeats.
I taste war...all around me; but it is nowhere to be seen.
End
May 19, 2017
Categories:
mediated, conflict,
Form:
Verse
Where to start
together more than still apart?
On our enlightened circling parts
and empowering pyramid wholes
of strategic win/win choice
Triangulation mediated default
where Earth's survival is of greatest health potential
Here in my personal experience memory Space
Now in your continuously unfolding
eco-political
multi-regenerational TaoEncircling Ways,
except probably still too eager
for your most resonant praise
Bicamerally healthy future imaged
wealthy past re-membering
re-connecting courage and nonviolence
re-ligioning interfaith green co-interdependence
CoOperatively owned
and managed
health imaged
re-imagined EarthCapital wealthy
democratically empowered
enlightening green communal Time.
Categories:
mediated, earth day, easter, education,
Form:
Political Verse
carnival treats consumer psychology 101
bought a ticket
...forever ago...
crowds have changed
...the turtles always slow...
achilles loses every time
...it's a mediated belief...
consumerism means debt
...and needs relief...
leave that concept tent
...walk away...
break free
...become abstractly objective...
observe the observing
...they believe the consumer is slow...do you...
their ticket sales are booming
...wake up people...
the carnival concept tent owners/managers are typically psychopathic
...it's they who destroy/destroyed the world...
all for their own wealth gain and survival
stan
Categories:
mediated, absence, analogy,
Form:
Free verse