Mitigate Poems | Examples

laws and regulations and such

laws

regulations and such

estimations of what

is needed to mitigate

the rough edges of

characters on stage~

and this of course 

stems from a belief

that what seems known

is known

THE PAIN OF LOSING TO YOURSELF

For me life is suppose to be a fight between you and yourself.
A fight to the death, were you’re supposed to push for success.
Only after when you came face to face with your greatest enemy,
Which in this case, the greatest enemy of yourself is yourself.

Sky is the limit only applies to those who are ready conquered life ground up.
 Because one step forward is one step to greatness.
Walk with caution and be ready to mitigate the progress-hindering factors, 
Because among all things, losing to yourself has a greatest AGONY of them all.

Finding meaning in the art of survival, pushing to thrive in life.
Engaging by means of debating with one’s inner void.
Even if you act to self-preserve what’s left of your own wreckage,
You’ll only find pain stitched with shame no veil can cover.

For when I’m pale I endure, because I’m becoming.
For I know my purpose.©

It's Called a Rock Concert, Mom

    A rowdy, rollicking time 
        writhing in fresh mud and slime

     A pig might even call it ‘a bath’
        ~ didn’t mitigate mom’s wrath

Horizon of Comprehension

A simple misconception,
Can lead to endless argumentation.
Once it started its initiation,
It'll always have a continuation.

The tension escalates,
While the calmness disintegrates.
How can you mitigate?
A situation from someone obstinate.

Everything starts small,
Then out of its area, it'll crawl.
Slowly climbing over the wall,
Leading to the downfall.

You're not someone I hate,
It's not even up for debate.
Your hunger can't be sated,
You'll uproot all, as if excavated.

The more we talk, the less we agree,
A situation everyone wants to flee.
When every point sparks a ghastly decree,
It can burst into a destructive degree.

Understand the concept,
Don't be inept.
Words have different depth;
If unsure, then don't make a step.

Avoid provocation,
Think of the conclusion.
It might destroy the dominion,
That grew from your affection.

Don't make any sudden demand,
Take a moment to understand.
Misunderstanding is like a quicksand;
Just a step and you'll be a part of the land.

Zen mode

mental associations mitigate effervescence 
interfering by manifesting desired outcome 
so looking nonchalantly at these stirrings 
we reject ego’s counsel rooted in ignorance 

a constant watchful eye and tranquil heart
sets soul free from the tendency to stagnate
thus moment by moment, shedding resistance 
in agendaless vibrance, we dwell in the void

Precocious one

If it were the sun, it could be bright, warm, or shiny. 
If it were the moon, it could be chilled, peaceful, 
and beautiful. If it could not be understood, 
it could not be love. If it was not, then 
it could be more than it.

Though it may mitigate the pain, it is love.What if? 
The purplish brinjal shed its purpleness, just as the 
love shed interest. 
The road somehow changes its direction toward the destination. But what if destiny has changed?

Although destiny is the same, only the way is 
changed. That is how it is working. 
Like the love scars as the lovely scars. 
The precocious but unconscious heart.

Common Sense

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

It once would mitigate anger, hate, and greed;
lately, however, it has been a no-show.
I pray for its return in thought and deed;
if it's still relevant, I'd like to know.

It could untangle impossible knots;
after all, common sense overrides lies.
But it's missing; try connecting the dots;
is that why anarchy is on the rise?

The ABCs of Blues

An apple a day keeps the doctor away
But what if you have the blues
Can an apple save me from heartbreak
Dare mitigate lost love so true
Everyone has a love of laughs
For it is much more fuchsia fun
Going on the heart break path
Harder to enjoy yellow sun
Indigo blues can be beautiful too
Just depends on how you denim deal
Killing the mood with a chord or two
Live music is the magical teal thrill
Memories of joy we can sing
Notes can bring feelings back
Or we can dream of former things
Pink reminiscing of the past
Quiet or loud melodies so proud
Really can elevate a mahogany mood
Sending the crowd into electric shouts
That paints the whole sky neon blue
Under the spell music will gel
Voices and hearts melt the same
We all feel swell and time will tell
X-ray vision displays notes on brain
You can be blue and still choose to make the best of it
Zip in that grin and bear within yet be saved by red kiss.

A letter to the world

There is a way..That seems right to man; yet
In the end it leads to death.'

I or we, see atrocitys..Each one more lurid, and more
Luridly depicted by legacy media.'

These events are to be remedied by more violence.?

I feel; i must say these thoughts? to the world.

In life there are challenging events, some are affected
More, than others and more often.'

How can we mitigate such.? Many times we wish to
Yet this involves a great effort mentally and physically.

It is prefferable to, bring our position to the other person'
Or persons.? Sooner rather than later.'

I think? in this manner.'

In control of your emotions, not letting anger enter your mouth.' Acknowledge what causes the other partys stance
And they should iterate what causes your discomfit.'
All of us are appointed to an earthly death,  in any event also
We cannot take negative actions back, so be careful not
To create more of them.' Each day holds new opportunity.
The world as imperfect as it is, holds enough scope to
Allow improvement, are we willing to be part of solutions?
Can we break the new ground of peace.? And plant the
Seeds of harmony.?

Zen mode

the impulse of love
in whatever form
arising within
from source
observe
how it plays
shifts colouration
as contoured by ego

without any negation
we see conditioning
mitigate the elixir
of magnetism 
that heals
so we pause
cause of stupor
animating moments
with pristine uniqueness 

receptive to the offering

The Hypocrisy of Life and Death

The living to themselves gossip attract,
but at death eulogies mitigate lies.
Love and care from he who breathes is withdrawn,
but his slumber does attract parties.

Fake mourners with feigned tears in burials act.
They rip off and use the grieving as pawns;
Their loss is their gain, their tears their laughter.
To fill their stomachs, they sob and flatter,
as they to misery dance, from dusk till dawn.

Whilst alive, at my deeds everyone frowns.
But at death, I am a departed 'saint'
whose sepulcher you spray with costly paint.

If you must celebrate me, do so now.
Do not in reverence to my casket bow.
Visit me now in my ramshackle house,
sharply rebuke me if you have a grouse.
Do as much you can to show you love me,
do not when I sleep go on bended knee.
Never belatedly show your respect
by attending my funeral in retrospect.

Alone Again

Alone I sit and ponder on my fate,
A solitary soul in this abyss,
No friendly voice or hand to mitigate
The emptiness that fills my heart amiss.

The silence echoes loudly in my ear,
A haunting sound that chills me to the bone,
And though I try to push away the fear,
I find myself in solitude alone.

The world around me bustles with its noise,
But I am deafened by the stillness here,
And though I long for someone's loving poise,
I know that loneliness is all I'll bear.

So here I sit and wait for something new,
To fill the void and chase away the blue.

As I Wander

As I wander,
I often ponder
Why do so many men pontificate?
They often mitigate
The great truths of this universe

Prodigious truths and secrets in this plane
So much energy at dawn, now passing over the
Midday sun, slowly that bright light begins to wane

Is it foolish of me to continue on this odyssey, I ask?
A nomad just wandering and searching for answers
May be a Sisyphean task

I'm still moving but just not as fast
That inquisitive itch is still there.
But I don't know how long my scratch will last

Well! As far as I can see and as long as there is an itch
I guess I'll be wandering and pondering until
They cover me in a ditch

Words We Should Know Meaning of For a Better Chance In Life

Articulate,
Becoming,
Circumnavigate,
Discerning,
Extrapolate,
Finishing,
Graduate,
Hoping,
Inaugurate,
Joking,
Karate,
Loving,
Mitigate,
Needing,
Operate,
Praying,
Quadruplicate,
Reaping,
Summate,
Trying,
Ultimate,
Vetting,
Workmate,
Xeroxing,
Zoning.

If I had to choose one above all others apart from Loving it would be extrapolate because to be able to extrapolate gives one  a chance to see what is likely to happen further down the road if nothing changes.

Outgoing President a Disaster

Fired shots that smelt not their target,
Gold digger far away from nugget;
Plight of the masses fought the wrong way:
Not one of them did meet a bright day...

Your pictures in offices fidget,
The days left I count with each digit.
You have the ship steered; You've had your say
But the whole thing looks perfect child's play.

What more would one want to analyze?
It might even lips paralyze.
Not a single thing will normalize:
"More Hardship!" If I should summarize.

A wonder you did that legislate:
What won't my punishment mitigate;
We all saw what figures indicate
Which dull child can't the problems locate?

Outgoing president: A Disaster:
Eight years back dying to be Master...

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