Best Mitigation Poems
When the time is right
one again will walk with you unaided
in an eon of age,
where promises are made
not to conform to life’s illusions.
Only now this earthly spirit
will not last forever,
the journey has been long, now weary,
and this pen is spent
needs to fade
into one’s own mitigation.
Yet your smile your poetry
one will gladly hold dearly
with in one’s heart forever,
as life blends with in
one’s terminal sunset
before methodically melting
into the golden horizon!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Categories:
mitigation, angel,
Form:
Free verse
I’m a limited edition, when all is said and done
Nothing special, only unique in a maze of humdrum
Kill spiders for a pastime, coz I hate their beady eyes
Watching me try to sleep, as they paralyse butterflies
I’m a limited edition, pulling cobwebs from beams
In great physical shape, yet mentally challenged it seems
Guilty of every known sin, with mitigation of course
They are all in my head, except when I use fatal force
I’m a limited edition, preprogrammed to survive
From one day to another, til next time I’m not revived
Still it’s great to be alive, from a dead man’s point of view
I certainly possess one, in a preserve this mind grew
I’m a limited edition, my pets couldn’t care less
Well possibly they do, but look up to me nonetheless
Take me as you find me on any given occasion
Whisper sweet nothings, I’m a sucker to soft persuasion
I’m a limited edition, light Cola makes me cringe
And hate drinking alcohol, unless going on a binge
Alas I cannot find god, he’s hidden away in reams
Leaving himself subjective, to idealistic extremes
I’m a limited edition, playing Russian roulette
Will even up the ante, fill the chamber, rig the bet
It’s a no brainer, literally speaking anyway
With just sawdust to lose, all so easy to blow away
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
mitigation, confusion, i am, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the springtime; I wear my dress of emerald green
Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to undress me
Then I start to shiver as my gown of golden leaves falls away
Leaving me cold and naked until spring returns again one day
Originally written on 08~22~15
N/A In personification contest finalised on 10/19/16
I worked so hard on my personification
Then looked at the list with consternation
Saw the sponsor gave it an N/A
Perhaps he’d had a tough day ….
I now look to Constance for mitigation!
11~11~16
5 Line rhyme for Broken Wings Take the dagger from my heart please 3 Contest
Categories:
mitigation, autumn, tree,
Form:
Personification
When you’re sucker-punched with frustration
and can’t find a cause for elation,
when you’re unsuccessful
and life’s super stressful,
you surely will feel perturbation.
When you face severe provocation
and fear that there’s no mitigation
for hard knocks life’s sending;
you’re breaking, not bending.
You seek means of self-preservation.
You may sometimes feel the temptation
to cave to complete trepidation.
Don’t yield, I beseech you.
The light may soon reach you
if your mindset’s not resignation.
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When life is a race I’m not winning,
my foundation needs underpinning.
Time spent softly praying
does help heal my fraying
nerves—fragile from all that head-spinning!
written and posted October 5, 2016
Categories:
mitigation, life, prayer, stress,
Form:
Limerick
A CHILD is born, a robber is born, a destroyer
Where shall we shelter him
What shall we put out of sight from him
What shall we instruct him
Man is what he chooses to be
A child should train good morals
Children will learn by mitigation
Use good words in their presence
Practice love
Let him watch and learn
A child born is trained good morals
And when he is a man he makes a choice
What he says he has heard it home
As you do for your ancestors
Your children will do for you
Give child wisdom
Use good words in their presence
Give them what they ought to have
Teach them love
Demonstrate to them love
Put into practice love
A child should train good morals
A child brought up where there is always dancing
Cannot fail to dance
Categories:
mitigation, children, dedication,
Form:
Verse
A CHILD is born, a robber is born, a destroyer
Where shall we shelter him
What shall we put out of sight from him
What shall we instruct him
Man is what he chooses to be
A child should train good morals
Children will learn by mitigation
Use good words in their presence
Practice love
Let him watch and learn
A child born is trained good morals
And when he is a man he makes a choice
What he says he has heard it home
As you do for your ancestors
Your children will do for you
Give child wisdom
Use good words in their presence
Give them what they ought to have
Teach them love
Demonstrate to them love
Put into practice love
A child should train good morals
A child brought up where there is always dancing
Cannot fail to dance
Categories:
mitigation, baby, career, character, child,
Form:
Verse
The battle of wits who’s quickest to the target
The Referendum becomes our battling ground,
To silence the tongues that vanity took apart.
Saying little or nothing and have no command.
By force of nerves all generals pitted and plotted
Referendum vote drummed out the matted voices,
Tweets on either side of the house in cyber-chatted,
Europe left with misfits and the approving choices.
The referendum matter leads our nation into battle
Conquering minds gallop in haste to beat off time,
Waiting around for baited fines of further tittle-tattle,
Make allowance for doubting putting firms far behind.
Bows in the left hand; poison arrows fight in the right,
A momentum pursuing no safer place but heaven,
Parliament eyes have it, smart sorties smitten by night,
Watch the big nations squabble for refuge mitigation.
Then Europe and the people that’s in it can dream,
But every nightmare release the creepy dark shadows,
Frighten fools, using outdated tools for a referendum,
Keeping our identity to chase after the distant rainbows.
Could the appeasing bung taken worth smarter living?
Begin to outrun the distances of our silent conscience
Before looking back over on our humble beginning
With Protestants breathing the ambiance of silence.
Categories:
mitigation, anxiety, celebration, change, community,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, that's it, Keko. Pass through. Go ahead.
Just walk across my books without a glance,
with all that arrogant insousiance
of yours, encoded in that languid tread.
No, never mind that I've been up all night
engrossed in them. What now? So why the pause?
Ah, now I see. You might retract your claws
in expectation of a fondle-fight.
What must it be, to live a life by whim,
to eat, to sleep, to gambol, amble, bask
as humour takes you, never think to ask
of costs or consequences, to never trim
or balance, need to tack, or double back.
There's no-one holding you to strict account.
You waste your time guilt-free, don't have to mount
defence or mitigation. If you lack
the cares and burdens of my tedious chores,
perhaps there's something else you'll never own
- a subtle thing called purpose, which alone
gives point to my percentages and scores.
Don't look so smug for landing on all fours!
This ledger's done. I know I have to die,
and that's my tragedy. You, pumpkin pie,
don't have a clue what's coming. And that's yours.
Categories:
mitigation, death,
Form:
Quatrain
Empowerment
Inticement
Power
Promotion
Selfishness
Greed for more Michael Douglass in tow
Control
Warhol
Acid
Mitigation
Solitude
Alone
Shady
Pilgrims on the highway out of control
Wasted
Bondage
Societal influx
Caged fury in delusion
Bondage
An adaptation toward self alone
Control
Loose Cannons
Minds controlled by destruction marked on its blotted page intact
Evil empire
Dwarfed in decision making
Out of control
Bondage
Savage beasts brute in desire for more?
No soul,
Divination
Welcome to America!
Nobama
Reckless warriors in soldiers fragmentation
Nazi
Shaded Soprano
Branded eyes with skulls fractured among us
The garden of Eden in exchange for death
Loose cannons approaching the river Nile
Hypocrisy!
Smokescreen for the captitalists agenda!
Categories:
mitigation, art, childhood, death, depression,
Form:
Free verse
He went on the rap sheet as Shakespeare, Will
And in mitigation he simply said, ‘Nil.’
Male escorts earned plenty
He’d charge half of twenty
They nicknamed him ‘Ten Dollar Bill.’
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[Hey, it’s a Limerick… please excuse any geographical inaccuracies]
Categories:
mitigation, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
A new experience,
Knocks the door of your heart,
You let it in, in silence;
Little knowing, bliss is miles apart.
Swaying you off stability,
Staining your nerves and lifeblood,
And robbing your serenity,
You find your heart buried in mud.
That ticker strives hard,
To beat and beat; push past the pain.
The air of stupor is barred,
Letting the feelings of embrace rain.
Washing off the mud
Of dead and depressed emotions...
Mitigation begins to scud,
Breathing new life in blood’s ocean.
Long back, a new experience,
Knocked the door of your heart,
You let it in, in utter silence;
Little knowing, it’s actually an art.
Categories:
mitigation, anger, anxiety, depression, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
The believing man said:
"I wanted to bypass many things then...
My story was solemn and virtuous.
After storytelling came a momentary pause,
To understand your body, without losing all
And a realization came with a sheer pain
Let us talk together, I’m just getting started!"
The believing lady said:
“Don’t you have this concept of love?
One body wounded, sends signals of pain for all ?
Unites one soul, strong and bold
And in poems and prayers, together we hold!
Let us talk together, I’m just getting started!”
"Our global charm is minimizing day by day .
Are they not in our refrigerated perishable items?
Is it not your TV watching time ?
Or newspaper reading time?"
With a consoling voice with agreeable options ,
He replied, “Let us talk later, I’m just getting started!”.
Both of their inspiration was in poems, big and small
She dreamt of a generation gap mitigation model tirelessly
Through the power of positive tones of poems and poets.
Yet, often times both used to find poets , wandering out there
Jobless, faithless, devoid of energy, passion and emotion
Like a lemon served already in life, for quite a while, understood
And a funny paradox is that, I’m just getting started!
'I'm just getting started' Contest
Sponsor
John Hamilton
9-21-2019
Categories:
mitigation, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Pinprick ideology is a shatter of soul. Pins play placing polio poorly. And poodles arrive in vast kaleidoscopic numerals to bring numerous numbers to many studious tables. Tablets take hold of fortresses and a midway huff is a billy goat gruff throwing acorns at traffic on the A29. Appropriate format for lions who reach to paw at breads, beads butter, baboons, boars, books and boys arriving for a sow ester of the apex of rain combustion. A party they say. But a mongoose is not to be mitigated on a mitigation. Nor a template of explosive excrement sizzling in the morning. But Burt does diesel dance. And a sizzled hooded wooded kiss in a skirt of canopy. Hahaha now blunder balls ballet. Hahaha xx love baboons birthday xxxxx coniferous z that p y a report on all the things xxxxx z teapot z
Categories:
mitigation, analogy, anniversary, anti bullying,
Form:
COME ON MAN, GET TO THE JOINT
Listen man……..
here is an indisputably effective plan
And this is the fundamental God given point
So at once dash out that flaming joint
Without hesitation
Sans equivocation
Minus mitigation
Simply inhale and initiate the following information
Our Lord advises us all to seek vengeance not
And to follow his piousness and the perfection of His plot
Let no man bring you to your knees
In favor of adhering to what the Holy Bible decrees
Over and over and over once more
When a man does you wrong those are actions one must ignore
Seven multiplied by seventy times
Let no man command you unto the cruelty of countless crimes
Because I’m telling you man precisely what you need to know
Simply justly and swiftly let it go
“Turn the other cheek”
Well to me that is difficult to comprehend God speak
Words and their meanings of which I understand little to nil
Because forgiving a man who does me wrong is too bitter a pill
A tablet my anger will never be sworn unto swallow
Because I will always own and was born with a heart too hollow
And shall swear scorn unto the man who does me wrong
Since my desire to never forgive will forever be far too strong
So I allow vengeance to reside within my soul
Which thus turns my heart into sedimentary coal
And darkens me more with each passing hour
For I possess not the piousness nor the power
Neither the means in any manner to forgive
For so long as I, a sinner, shall live
Will I ne’re allow a man to err in what I feel he should do
While with certainty it will be curses my mouth shall surely spew
And promises of damnation will never give way to my forgiving, pardoning nor absolving a man of doing me harm
Until I cut him off at the knees or separate his body from a leg or an arm
His life will be mine to impair……no matter how unfair
Or the destructiveness my anger might breed
I’ll live to see that man beg, plead and then bleed
Because reprisal will finally be mine
And punitive punishment is propagated by my damnable design
Because I was born to disapprove, disregard and definitively disappoint
Okay dude, now, if you still care to, go ahead and re-ignite that joint
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
mitigation, angst, god, me, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Sand only looked to alight,
find some alone-time in the muck
no fuss was meant, it is only a space
as big as a grain taken, escaping its identical
brethren of billions on the sea floor.
Oyster only opened his rigid
lips to rinse, to breathe the brine,
to move a snack through his labial palps
in private, when a tiny intruder, unwelcome,
unbidden, disturbs the digestion,
initiates the unintended consequence
of oyster's defensive reaction.
Called upon, mitigation arrives over time.
Nacre warriors, layer by layer, smooth
sand's edges to soothe oyster's irritation,
an effort that deafens new pleas from a grain
now only looking to go home.
In the dark-churned slime, desire
emerges as a luster in the mud, a dazzling
monster named Pearl, radiant and angry, hard
with longing to be unloosed from her mucous
roots. She sends dreams as currency of streaming
shimmers, to bolster her chances of freedom
from an endless, watery night.
Lured by the glimmer, human hands pry open
shy bivalve, tongue and lips slurp up the middle
like a salty kiss, until teeth accidental onto eager Pearl
warmed by the breath.
For the indiscretion she now sits pocketed in slacks
belonging to hands with plans to pierce her spine,
string her along, then hang her on another lover's neck—
stranger to sand and pearl, already grown
wayward in closeness, is a new desire that oyster
degrade on ocean's bottom, turn into sand and join them
on the choker.
Categories:
mitigation, allusion, analogy, nature, word
Form:
Free verse