Best Mitigated Poems

   His fragile limbs in a caged body 
    seeking proteins from ivy drips
     vulnerable fears hushed by whirring darkness
      paranoia draped in wavering existence of malady
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(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women

Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books

A palomino and a pony patter on the paving
Hucksters and hawkers hawking every housing.

Ravers out on the razzle raising a raucous razz-ma-tazz
Beavers busy...

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I'm concerned with the lack of common sense;
it's notably missing when needed most.
And though its absence comes at our expense,
nothing else can match it, not even close.

It once mitigated anger and greed;
lately, however, it's been a no-show.
I pray for its return in thought and deed;
if...

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Sedoka... 5-7-7-5-7-7
 
morning marinate 
merge  in lost meditation
losing all irritation
absorb, marinate 
line up on new principle
marinate in new precept

of morning session
evaluate marinate
accept life’s renewed menu
bind the old concept
leave concepts of strife behind
enter dawn of a new day

as in eagle’s flight
I have mitigated wings 
unlimited...

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In the strait of straight talk
Twain shall be able to walk
One twin of twain often mocks
Causes me, myself and I am talks

When human concepts flip
Love gives us worthwhile tips
Of new wine time to take a sip
Wisdom of Love is ocean’s dip  

When old wine...

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From an early age she yearned for something great
What it was she did not know, but she really couldn’t wait

For many interests she had, both large and small
Her love of animals and great friendships, she grew with them all

An insecure father who controlled all around
Was...

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This feedlot of ancestral glitter
how tiresome, now a  rummaged litter
a mitigated financed quitter
the addict, driven to mass rid stir!

As nature's boundaries pray beauty
the homeward bound, lost soul's forced duty
is to give in, give up, take booty
as dignity's rebuff thrives loosely!

Monopolizing wealth's consider
the numbers game,...

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A broken shell, a living hell, and all I'm left with now is my regret. 

Better days ahead were a pipedream after our relationship crumbled. Countless arguments. Disagreements. Every day! For my life, I can't believe we stayed together as long as we did. God...

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Splash Bang Reflection


W ~ hen it has hit home with a big splash bang or silent reflection that time

E ~ lapses and fireworks are for the moment and not forever young displays


W ~ here here and now not there and then or never deserves some...

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Yesterday is hell sifted away
tomorrow is heaven
a myth...
no bye, no aloha 

complex married 
misunderstood
unable to communicate
hate
a retaliating stranger who never saw first blood
eyes red
puddled with break down
habits grab for stimuli 
the pill, the Beretta for the take down
longing to read, when ability limits him to...

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I'm a strip of rainbow segregated
my profound uniqueness mitigated.
With self esteem
exalted to the extreme
I dare not speak of another's shade
for my color is not supreme.
"We are all different and all the same."
the bleeding hearts so bravely claim.
Those who possess
my exact train of thought
I, alone, tolerate.
So...

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Fields where the bondman’s toil
No more shall trench the soil,
Seem now to bask in a serener day;
The meadow-birds sing sweeter, and the airs 
Of heaven with more caressing softness play,
Welcoming man to liberty like theirs.
A glory clothes the land from sea to sea,
For the great...

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it ain't the gush of hot blood
or a madman’s teeth ripping open
a bag of chips and a microbrew
it is a clenched heart squeezed
by the age of steam
then left at the century's doorstep
following the great migration
of Cimmerians to Penemunde
said the monkey to the parrot
we’ll cut away...

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WHEN HOPE TURNED TO DOPE

My memories of yesterday are hazy at best
Perhaps they’ve faded away at retribution’s request
Yet somehow I remember popcorn and pop-guns as a child
And then came seventeen when I discovered poppy plants grow wild

My adolescent days are difficult to recall
I hardly remember...

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Inch past spiteful inch I crawl my way out of this hole.
Whilst this screech columned cylinder connected to 
my soul sustains a silent scream, residing incandescent in 
my chest. And fledgling veins support my effort for early release.

Flexible nails sit upon freshly formed fingers, each
numb...

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