Best Palliate Poems

Haunting notes
Pacify enchanted souls
Modal blues palliate
The most wicked of heart...

For Miles Davis....

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Beakers ready, gentlemen,
titration calibrated to the critical degree;
unveil the poetry distilled
until reagents strike at all the barriers
that we erect in love, in agony,
in little niches, shadowy within  the walls
along the course to home.

The night is warm and lovely,
radiance too harsh for summer's mists;
encomium may...

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Impeccant,
 of non-textual matters
 one’s covered flesh,
 and hidden embrasure’
 as diffusate primer
 slips life’s veil, and
 in agitated pontlevis,
 cleaves the universe’ reason…
 “Egads! What sorcery is this?”
 Holy heart failure, Batman!
 “Beavis and Butthead”,
 on Soteriology!
 or merely, this word wizard’
 celebrity; slap...

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Who loves those days when the sun is hazed 
and the seas unruffled with its mirrored glaze
showing every ripple and fish that moves 
in the currents stream swept surface ooze.
 
And the tide on the beach treads soft and slow 
leaving hardly a footprint as...

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In a session of shower
I send two lines in whatsapp
And wait for some flowers
To bring me a bird seated on a second
If not on hours 


Why no bee yet
Is the other window now
Tired of alphabet
Or after another bait?

I feel uneasy
Are my words far from sea
Lacking...

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Her lips red like honey sweet where they split
Hair color of amber that is sunlit
Eyes shine like diamonds when fires of soul they lit
So deep the abyss in them would fit

Those eyes can see so far
Piercing heart like beyond existence’s druid star 
Like gamma ray...

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O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances; 

O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat trilleth for none but me, mine eccentric euphoria is celebrated...

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Here within this mid-majors town, their driving her homeless down....
Chasing the broken children hearts, all about ? Truth, amid his Babylon's 
Historic terms aside from such razzle dazzle hypocritic apostasy ? Vanguard's
Vexation degree and, philosophies: Phooey, your fine tuned circus choreographed
Puppet acts no pun intended;...

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Logophile
A talk therapist, a friend, an amateur poet and an introvert
In love with a smile, eyes and languages
With the ideas for images, photography and calligraphy
To palliate the feelings of low, listless and lonely
Aggravated by the fears of walls, sufferings and inhumanity
That makes me like to...

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Intense and absurd is the ecstatic sorrow of Fall,
Could it be ephemeral craze or the rust within my mind?
Easeful summers and beatific springs placate my angst… 
Balmy feral winters palliate my soul and my sense, yet
Eylul remains the ufindable season of my earthly craze. ...

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Heartbroken can’t express the grief
Fingers cannot contain the torrent of tears

Justified to feel fractious
Fractious but without justice

The moil of sleeplessness
An anxiety of tragedy, the tight, oppressive grip

Grief Management, or so it’s called
Manage grief? Palliate this extreme? No, it can’t be done

A cocktail of grief, add...

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Vexed by your effrontery
Little pieces of my
Heart die every time
That I Reminiscence  
About the recent past
Memories of your
Cruel demeanor
Are haunting me
Needing you to
Elucidate your
Actions so that
There will finally 
Be a cessation 
Of the cruciation 
I feel inside myself

Bottling up my sorrow
Desolate existence
Secluded from your...

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There is a cruel desolation these days in death
No comfort in congregational crowds.
Fear crackles on every street corner 
With wary social distancing  observed
On the wards,the lives of victims and carers
Held in healing and helpless hands
Too little gear to keep them safe
And shortage of drugs...

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Knowledge is to hold burdens -
messages no medicine can cure.
Pains no pills can palliate.
Fears no fumes could fumigate.
It's no wonder the older I grow, the more I know, 
the harder it is to endure...

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