Mitigates Poems

Zen mode

memory begets anticipation
manifesting a subtle seeking
of a fragrance that we recall
which once enlivened our heart
yet this desire mitigates the pulse
of the new offering of the universe
available only at this very moment
thus we rest all memory imagery
and vaporise presence in the void
become nothing and yet the all
leaving one tentacle anchored in form
that we may live out our life span 
moment by moment in as is ordained
to enrich our Self with the elixir of love

Zen Mode

soma nectar flows
as it likes
bliss magnetism spikes
why then would we focus on
a scripture assigned node
that mitigates pristinity
of the pulse of life
perfect in every moment

14-March-2023

Sacrosanct Poetry

Poetry yes, relieves famine
poetry yes, mitigates agony
it's like breathing beauty
  so sacrosanct be, the poesie

Ashtavakra Gita Verse 20:4

20.4
“Where is the unfolding of karma? 
Where is liberation-in-life,
or even liberation at death? 
There is only One”

Verse revisited on 14-September-2022

When fully undifferentiated is our awareness
Fully integrated with God consciousness 
There then remains no separate doer 
And God alone is the divine mover
In which case feeling complete
Vaporised self is bliss replete 
Knowing that God alone is
Felt within as a bliss fizz

However for the deluded
Duality reality as concluded
Even if glimmers of truth are seen
The soul has acquired not lustrous sheen
Thus attention oscillating between body and soul
Consciousness not quite God’s light we extol
Challenges of earth life’s learning curve 
Oft mitigates soul’s gusto and verve

Law of cause and effect stern
Rotates life roles until we so learn
That all are one and the truth is love 
Enabled when head-heart hand in glove
In resonance with enlivening throb of bliss
When our heart truthfully exclaims ‘I Am This!’
Until then oh weary hermit, it’s work in progress 
As the pulsations of love divine slowly make ingress

Life and Mind

Silence and thoughtless mind~key to bliss

When mind is in present moment we live~ else we merely exist

Minding our own business ~ mitigates our problems

World is confined to our mind ~ what we don't think doesn't exist for us

We can have peace amidst worldly choas ~ simply by not thinking

05.05.2021

1st position in Brain Strand contest

Mask Mitigates the Attack

M-ask mitigates the attack
A-gainst human environment; 
R-esisting the vilest virus, 
I-n the assault of
A-ilment.

C-lean mask mitigates the attack, 
R-epelling the deadly droplet; 
I-nvisible infection is repulsed, 
S-o is the ferocious fret.
T-he face mask mitigates the attack, 
I-f it is used properly; 
N-ew normal negates the unknown, 
A-bating the menacing mystery.

C-reated mask mitigates the attack, 
A-lleviating the harsh hazard; 
R-emain on watch, be vigilant, 
B-e always alert, be on guard.
O-nerous outbreak of the disease
N-astily stays on its track; 
E-vade the terrible threat, 
R-ight mask mitigates the
A-ttack.

Topic: Birthday of Maria Cristina T. Carbonera (June 01)

Love's Luster Rising

        


Eyes..eyes, I always see your lambent eyes.
Staring at me, ever scintillating,
As the glimmering, summer sands of time.


Dreaming of drifting heavenwards with you.
Like two sparkling candles rising heavenward,
Melting sensually into each other with a warm rainbow hue.


My crystalline obsession yours be,alone for life.
Any thought of you, totally mitigates
All earthly,empty, needless strife.


So place your lush, libidinous lips on mine.
So that we may burn ever so brightly
Till the still, setting sunset of our Romios star time.

               
                      Your~ Panagiota

     
                         April 23, 2020
                            7pm. PST

Love's Dawn

The rooster's crow warns me that dawn has come
My sleepy eyes resist my need to rise
I blindly reach for her but she is gone
Then hear a sound that much to my surprise
Reveals she hasn't left but still is near
The sound then ever closer she appears!

One last embrace and kiss before she leaves
Declare undying love to last the years
Such declaration mitigates our fears
As varied shades of love each one perceives

Has the Moon a Lover

Has the moon perchance a lover,
Could that be her cause to glow?
Or does she dream of brighter days?
I do lately wonder so.

For once upon a time, you see,
She brought solace to my soul—
She did comfort and enlighten me;
She dried my tears, and all.

And yet she shines for all the world,
As she mitigates the night—
Such a selfless and devoted one,
As she shares both hope and light.

And so it is I owe a debt,
For one so kind as she.
What gives the moon her cause to glow—
A lover, possibly?

Too busy making less of night,
She will likely always be!

Patience

i sit within this darkened room
while contemplating death
examining my life ahead
each day’s become a test

i need to ascertain the core
and reason for my pain
because if i don’t find it soon
i won’t see morrow’s day

my bourbon’s neat and mind’s a mess
i’m barely holding on
it’s been some time since she left me
still mourning that she’s gone

i need to reconcile this loss
in turn becoming whole
for Jesus has prepared a room
for her eternal soul

my faith reminds that i will see
this mitigates my pain
is patience what i’m want to learn
‘fore i see her again

Lord please forgive my daily sins
these wages i have earned
i’ve gone through an internal war
i’ve lessons yet to learn

Winter Promises

I am seventy-six now, last season of life
As I  know it, but poetry buds in this ancient of days
With some wisdom remaining (though faculties fail me),
May verse testify to all friends I would praise!

Is there recourse for poets whose dreams don't survive?
Those too shy to ink verse their faint hearts lack the color to rhyme,
Might blank verse also serve though no meter's apparent,
Some hope that shared content still mitigates crime?

Does the fact we exist suggest Time has no end,
Does the depth of the abyss not sing of eternity’s stain?
Though the canvas God paints, human mind can’t encompass,
Does Joy of God’s wisdom save Him from all pain?

There’s a peace that age brings, though spent feelings are ash,
For Grace promises all will find rest who share faith in God's Love!
Did God's Son not choose death (on the cross for his brothers)?
Join Noah on Ark as he waits on God’s dove!


Brian Johnston
1st of February 2019

Romantic - Acrostic

Resurrected love

Overpowers the pagan lusts,

Mitigates marauding insatiability,

Arousing within the valiant vixen

Nocturnal nuances to trap the moon,

Titillating a horizons distant need

Inciting the oarsmen in orgasmic rhythm

Cloth rippling in passion’s wind.


©2/16/2018

submitted to - Romantic-Acrostic – Poetry Contest
sponsor – John Hamilton

Death

As a literal phemomenon, Death is fearful.
As paradox, an antidote to fear. 
As life in death, it focuses on life.
As something absurd, one must cope with it,
Edmund Husserl or Viktor Frankl’ll help;
If literal ’n figural, generates fear ’n hope,
As “cowards die many times ’fore their deaths.”
If cyclic, it mitigates much of fear,
If linear, leads to dread—life after death: 
Go to Edmund Husserl and he will help.
 
Thus, hacked to death, dear Death, by perceivers;
But when the worst comes to the worst, I quit! 

***

Art

Whether it's liberal or 3 dimensional it finesses my situation
bursting with creativity boosting my intellectual 
I can see myself as an individual my mind is on
an all time high sensual life imitates it when i'm
down it mitigates it the pain gets washed away 
like rain barely scratching beneath the surface
art is what earth is god handcrafted and made 
this type of art could never be man made it's 
tenfold and slayed I respect the pastels even 
the paint I hope it never gets faint art is my
world sort of like my favorite girl art is what
I love we fit together like a hand in a glove 
I'll put nothing else above.

The Little Pieces

All the little pieces
Shards of broken flutes and ripped flowers
Of handcuffed hours
Of burning showers
That had gnawed at the soul
Hammering and thrashing the whole
Into pieces of pangs pathos and spasm
Chasm in psyche
Cactus spiky
Time teeming with tattered twigs
In battered towers and disheveled churches
Leaving the life in lurch
A meaningless mangled moon

But it is time that prevails
Time ultimately treats tempers and mitigates
Its hurts and traumas
Life lightens liberates loves and lures
Loosens the soul to listen to
The deep blue music of life
Swapping the sores for the humming beehive
And lo
Now there flows the river
Boats with their swollen sails
Holding the wind from those broken pieces
Wrinkles and creases
Releasing them in crimson emotions
Into the wind and ocean
Palm holding dew
I love you
________________________________________
22/9/2016
For All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest sponsored by Broken Wings

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