Best Mitigating Poems
if but and also
all ran down a street
whose cousin’s mother’s sister
legalized love’s distant dream
with in on and beyond
following closely after
a key hole of time’s future now
spooked bejesus out of bounds
when shoes string along
black wholes green with envy turn
worms come out of closets
knots know not to sing a song
who’s to tell this from that
when clocks ring hollow
and all gods feel sorry
for four score is no more
the measure of all that entails
enshrined within without’s about
debts delinquent devout doubt
morrow’s mourning mewing moss
cons an injunction positively plain
predating position’s posture to fame
signing is a song’s sad dismay
crossing is a road without delay
as gold to ash dust turneth brown
merely’s mostly mitigating moves
shakes the earth’s shivering please
bordering boundless broken bones
if the sun’s heart skips a beat
then your turn will ours become
and if water cries life’s complete
put it down thou will be done
tomorrow is a stranger’s rising night
yesterday’s rose incites my light
love plays dangerous games
whose rules bend time and blesses names
the quill of now rests in peace
also how never more then ever
is not who is once was was
trolls never words were whether
Categories:
mitigating, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
A gardener, I became by chance
a purposeful man with detailed plans
With a thought for each exigency
and a strategy for each contingency
I organized and theorized
I categorized, I normalized
I estimated and resized
and finally, I stabilized
I did this from a calm perspective
all done with the express objective
to prepare a comprehensive list
for mitigating potential risks
I worked, I worried,
I watched in horror
as my garden finally failed to bloom
Where did I fall? Which step was missed?
What miscalculation wrought this doom?
I sat in thought
(and deep in shame)
that what I'd wrought
had somehow failed
What was the task I had not caught?
(Or, was there something else to blame?)
Gantt chart, always at the ready
I began again, to make a plan
Pen in hand, as ever steady
a logical, beast; a thinking man
No change; no matter what I tried
the garden was again in ruins
at wit's end then, I simply sighed
and whistled doleful, mournful tunes
But then, a sunbeam warmly shone
upon my face, right through the pane
as I looked, I saw the rain had gone
that was the point, that I grew sane
I ministered lovingly to my plot
with patience and humility
gratefully accepting what I got
and forgetting old futility
No more planning, no more flailing
I saw the sun and rain as friends
Loving both despite their failings
and thankful for what each one lends
I watched in peace my garden grow
my focus reduced to just a glance,
indebted for what I'd come to know
that all things truly come by chance
Categories:
mitigating, anxiety, caregiving, garden, imagery,
Form:
Mitigating sins
leveraging countenance
in search of the morning kingdom
to see the sky to bow to the sun
Navigating
as the vortex
in between these eclipses
breezes briskly passing through the greens
the air is changing
into water
still flowing
runs deep
Wished that red river
within
is at peace
by green pulses
permeated through the bleached sunken glares
riding upon the bliss
of the blessings from forgotten harmony
and old memories
to strike a chord
with this moment
Of this throat
wet and airy
stuck with the lump
permanently fixed
with lips
uttering prayer
indefinitely
Categories:
mitigating, blessing, environment, hope,
Form:
Free verse
With youthful vigor, self-serving pursuits did enthrone
Fealty's dues trumping pride did disown
Encased by unbridled passion, mitigating perpetuity did groan
I lingered in your shadow 'till life's cover had blown
Then instinctively garnished pages from patrimonial loan
I traveled the cobbled path now overgrown;
With briers and weeds, spent years to atone
I saw your tread on each, cracked stone
Blithely meandered toward mutual destiny, alone
Strode in each footstep your sweat, tears did hone
Pranced through the smooth stretches you did conscientiously tone
Through brokered prism scanning each lofty vista, your vision did clone
Ensnared by cumbersome demons, frailties; your genetic markers had strewn
Skirted each obstruction utilizing exemplary pattern deftly sown
Prated o'er each pitfall that your missteps did condone
When life's path nearly run, an approving voice echoes from heavenly zone
Categories:
mitigating, dedication, father,
Form:
Monorhyme
Oh wow. Oh great. Look over there. Quickly now. Come on. It is the mitigating migrating mammoth mansions. Brick by brick and bone by bone. In a line. Travelling. Traversing the plains, fields and mountains but not on roads for roads are neither natural nor normal so always wear a tea cosy hat when pouring tea at a tea party. It is to show not to shine that has the sun in a pondering and philosophical mood. The auric rays are neither a moon sitting in a tree nor are they a kayaking planetary alignment. High seas then create high teas. Whirling in circling dresses of spotted green. But never in a greenhouse does one find a tomato in a tantrum. For tomatoes are very very mild mannered especially when given a drink. And this is good for compost can be crafty and doesn't like moods. A wafer thin biscuit is a flat chested mermaid moving around at the dusk. By the marina. Catching a glimmer is easy for the eyes of the octopus in an office with high rimmed glasses. Circle then dash. Tick tick tick. Form done. Signed. Signatures separate stagnant stale stupors. And the fat wading brat bird yawns on a front bench in a large ornately decorated room. How common. And yet rather uncommon is the master of the seaweed sermon whose speakers are never wise upon answering questions and questions are rarely answered so why play noughts and crosses with a jute duty bug? Inheritance is not to be placed in a kissing box for boxes are to be reserved for tiny biscuits who march around chaotically chairing and chanting at quite important times. Thus causing a lot of little flowers to sigh and droop their heads in an apathetical style. In a scrapbook posy position. The layout is not the layer and the label is a laugh. Numeration of a numerator is a numerical nautical nonchalant nerd. And the beast of the best bank is not to be trusted with a styrofoam cup. No never gi e it that cup. Always give it a baby bottle. For it is ignorant and infantile. Beware of the two foot clam in that drawer then when you are putting socks away. Hahaha a mist is coming to play cards and monopoly with a tree top, a hill, a perfume factory, and a zoo. Hahaha dolphin and duet with a dancing seahorse at a grand opera. Xxxxx desensitization Z now eat a nice scone and sing la la la to a doorframe. Z peacocks.
Categories:
mitigating, age, allah, allusion, angel,
Form:
Mitigating migrating mermaids mingle marvellously. But only after consuming an oyster. Oysters can be quite operatic and operas are neither optical illusions nor organised instruments either. It is within the waves that patterns form. Darting to a mn fro. Discovering depths. Creatures yet unseen whisper to waters and sailors chant and clap several times to catch fish and avoid bad weather. The force of a tepid whiskered whale is held in high regard by a limpet. It is within a ball of nautical booms that a book is born but books made of bread should only be served in oceanside cafés and skinny waitresses in shell costumes could serve the wares from sandy plates with hair akin to seaweed dried in the sun. How rather amazing the plumage of a plummeting plum formation. Isnt that astounding really? For a dishwasher could be rather dishonest whilst all the commotion was occurring from clam tables and therefore lose the cutlery. Oh no and an oompa oompa noise means the knives have halved and dived into the perilous back of the drainage system. Must rest then the test must surely be adhered to. Like perhaps the placing of glue before washing? Yes. That would be it. Key to involving a mighty whoosh from a water machine that delivers much fresh to a stale stagnation. Static vapours only really occur when the moon is round and not triangular. Ha the curds are arriving just look at their hands painted in rainbow italics. Ha the covers of the shops are radiating a luminous glow today with ten flowers laughing from the roofs. Grafted grinding grinning crinkled paper basket in a bow tie and a trilby hat. How rather cute! And a stained weather map is a target for an ambient ship parade. Xxxxx observational z z z z z at thirty overweight groaning sticklebacks to sixteen maggots in a gymnasium z z z z z z must take to the pickle cloud a s a p. Z
Categories:
mitigating, bible, , cute,
Form:
It is the job that I do why I need to escape, get away and write;
I help companies plan to respond should things go bump in the night.
I am in Crisis Management, preparing valid contingencies;
Writing plans and solutions for recovery strategies.
Should the data center burn down or a hurricane arrive,
I implement solutions making sure the company will survive.
Human safety is job one, critical processes come next;
Preparing solutions ahead of time and putting them down in text.
Responding to disaster; mitigating risks and threats;
Ensuring responders are prepared by facilitating tests.
Meeting with civil authorities, knowing all the laws;
Understanding critical infrastructure and the possible flaws.
Companies must continue to service their customers and clientele
Even if their world around them is crumbling all to hell;
So I help to prepare them to respond to the very worst,
Making sure, of course, that their employees are protected first.
Categories:
mitigating, business
Form:
Rhyme
When I am in pain,
My ego would be the first to leave,
As rats would a sinking ship;
The greater the pain the faster it leaves!
My drives get ready to play a masochistic role.
All philosophers, Cosmologists,
Ontologists, Monists, Dualists, Pluralists,
Eschatologists, Epistemologists et al
Hastily retreat, like true fair-weather friends,
Except Kierkegaard and his lieutenants,
Edmund Husserl and Viktor Frankl: they
Stand by me; help me, first of all,
To see meaning in the situation
Where there is apparently none.
The pain starts mitigating.
The triumvirs prompt me to be positive
And do things that I can— in the circumstances,
Ignoring things I cannot possibly do or undo.
Then I find my other companions,
Knowledge, Reason, Experience, etc.,
Slowly joining hands and doing their bit.
Thank God, there is a Kierkegaard!
— Ram, R. V.
Published in The Creative Collective Anthology
Series 2, Graldine Taylor, Ed. Amazon, 2017
Categories:
mitigating, inspirational, motivation, pain, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
There’s just something about solitude that brings ease,
sometimes seclusion is all my lonely soul requires.
When the suffering in silence brings me to my knees,
I feel a private escape is all my detached soul desires.
Solitariness can be quite beautiful if allowed in serenity,
each bone in my body aches to be quieted and subdued.
I inhale gently and try to drown in sweet tranquility,
hoping to erase my sequestered and forlorn mood.
When abandoned by the world I can become reclusive,
I start to wish I could retire from the chaos of existence.
My internal confinement starts to become exclusive
as I have a dream to live a life without resistance.
I find pulchritude in the splendour of isolation,
I hold confidence that being by myself will relieve
my troubled mind giving me a mitigating sensation,
though some call me ludicrous and naïve.
So, when I feel I need a retreat from all that drains,
I pursue depths that heal until only solitude remains.
May 3, 2018
Categories:
mitigating, how i feel, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
Choose your destiny, but your destination has already been prepared
you have only to follow the light of truth, with no cause to be scared
mercy is given to the merciful, and only in the land of the living
after returning to your heavenly abode, there is no longer forgiving
Know that the place to mend is here, and the time to achieve is now
passing into the world of souls, correction they will no longer allow
our personality traits are in need of repair, we must dig very deep below
if we fail to improve the error of our ways, forever will we remain low
Three things, jealousy, lust and honor remove us from this world
struggles of the body and duties of the soul, to us has this been hurled
we do not have the choice to desist from exerting our efforts, this is a must
heavenly eyes are watching, whether we will choose wisely and learn to trust
Encountering life’s trials and tribulations, mitigating circumstances they will weigh
what is required of us is to withstand, but for the right results we must surely pray
like in human affairs, judge your neighbor favorably is the correct way to go
becoming entangled in the net of gossip and slander, from them does sin flow
This world is the place where we are expected to toil, that is why we were created
at the end of this journey, we will finally see just how everything was interrelated
a person’s face in the image of G-d was he created, and yet we embarrass him so
his face turns red as he wishes himself dead, we have murdered him we must know
Those that lower themselves in this world, in the next they will be raised up high
everything is revealed, and for all the good you’ve done forgiveness you can rely
He neither sleeps not slumbers, throughout our lives G-d does patiently await
our shortcomings are no secret, despite our mistakes His love will never abate
The day is short and the work is great, consider your obligations the hour is late
how important it is to take stock, our destiny is ours and we control our own fate
suffice it to say when all else has passed, one thing alone remains to be said
look forward to what you acquired, eternal happiness, for you alone lies ahead
Categories:
mitigating, inspirational, introspectionworld,
Form:
Rhyme
Once more an angel has earned wings
For mitigating human strife.
It's noted when a small bell rings.
Once more an angel has earned wings.
Anointed, happy angel sings,
Proud that he's helped another life.
Once more an angel has earned wings
For mitigating human strife.
Categories:
mitigating, angel,
Form:
Triolet
Loitering in the lair of incontinence without askance
Chaufeured by alter ego looking for any appealing circumstance
Besieged by an uncontrollable libido that craves a licentious remonstrance
Bridled by an insecure complex that insists on a meaningless dalliance
Bethrothed a licentious title by my consort's malfeasance
Bartering for a brokered, fatuous, amorous romance
Initiating a coarse, trite parlance
Scoring a lusty, lively, lurid dance
Surrendering to the leveraged buy out with due penance
Shearing, shackled inhibitions for a night of undocumented remittance
Shackled by a conscience that bears the reproach of my debauched demonstrance
Shielded from the mediating law of recompence by my willful ignorance
Surrounded by the guilt of my insatiable intemperance
Struggling to find the source of my carnal provenance
Sheltered by a boorish pride that stifles availing repentance
Separated from a mitigating mercy by a lingering recalcitrance
Sequestered from a graceful respite because of my strident indifference
Shamelessing skirting sanctifying succor through my froward inconstance
Stubbornly languishing in the throes of an indomitable, fleshly resistance
Shaking as I continuously ponder the deeds of my immoral exuberance
Spontaneously trembling as my jaded psche haunts with an eternal vigilance
Categories:
mitigating, introspection
Form:
Rhyme
Enverated by the history; man's
Credulity, his weakness;
Give upon yesterdays, cause
It will hurt, day's risibleness...
Time is a fulsome mate, let go
Of her mawkish cast;
Hope is all but that is reigning,
Peaking the sinking mast...
Lives as ransom we ought
To pay, for the life meek
Fallen before the past as prey
Redemption do we seek...
To lean upon the future,
Promising rapprochement;
Eternity of brighter days strike,
Seeking each morrow'd mend...
To soar up and repay history's
Debts by making history,
Knowing not what's the best,
We still hope for the story...
The depressing stares to
No more meet, let's abjure;
Ambling the little strech of life,
The world, let's conquer...
Mitigating notions, unravelling
Sorrows into fading
Oblivion far apart, causing
No worry for the coming...
The future let's embrace,
Cause morrow has got its
Own promises, vibrant and vigil,
It's mesmerizing bits...
If you wish your future triumph,
Then let past be your tutor;
Dare do your part, for, as said,
"Tomorrow is the today of the future"...
Categories:
mitigating, deep, future,
Form:
Circular motions of mice dressed in vividly printed mushroom skirts. Could be acronyms for stars. Could bring the brooms to the brooks. Many a flea could clean a flowered stalk. While the emblem of an embroidered teacloth sits quiet in contemplation. Ears are easily drawn onto photographs of lions. It is not the intended job for the ghost yet mitigating circumstances mean that in a league of leaves can boil a great many kettles from rain spittle. Meeting a horned goblin in a shimmering jade field. Long grass. Bulging threatening eyes and large fangs. Nowhere to run from this crouched creature. Mindful of this the needle spins effortlessly producing sounds and in later times on earth a cradle of blue is a safe haven. Speak not of this beastly creation. It survives on fear. So jump into air with style and dance around the tree tops singing to the tiny birds whose flapping cam create harmonious auras. Take not a zebra to a castle to meet a big bear at a banquet. Busy are the peasantry. Take not a goblet to the fish eyed man with the sword. Tailor not a suit of armour for a shrew. And always listen to the harmonics of a lute. Deliver the items then to the vast expanse to the army tents. Canter across the country on an iron bred horse. Missions then. Musically arranged. Forest floor contains great wisdom. As the crone creates a herbal brew to cure all ills. As the curtains in theatres fall. As the wind of night arrives to sweep away penalising judgements and falsities. Then arrives the badgers with books. Hopping heaping hollering hollowed out tree trunks and a sunbathing elephant smiling in contentment. Play not a song of prawns or peas to a cactus plant as it is rare that it will induce changes. Streets of serpent swirl on a snowy day. Misted motions mandatory underground fortresses. Having a pleasant time then? Oh good. Now I will play with my fifteen rabbits,nine sheep,twelve octopuses and my fifty foot pig. Play. Power. Pleasing. Plenty. Part. Xxxx Avenue answering. X.
Categories:
mitigating, baby, desire,
Form:
Ingredients for domain, the rich
are so devised with will
to supplement consignment, while
my needs are standing still!
The poor, then, modeled in consign
are emptied of resigns excel,
does money buy the Faith at hand
or send it to it's hell!
I ask the Lord, His mightiness
how mitigating swell observe
does patronize the legal shelf
while justice panders spell!
Break then my bondage to life's trite
some greatness I must knell,
and forage not some ill intent
without this mercy's shell's
Categories:
mitigating, discrimination, faith, sympathy,
Form:
Monorhyme