Mitigating Poems | Examples

Thought of the day

pause for but a moment, the flow of life
feel whatever sensation arises
do we sense heart contractions, caused by strife
onset of angst perhaps, whence fear rises
mitigating joy’s offered surprises
if this be so and we feel sense of lack
shift into the void and get soul’s light back

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Zen Mode

involuntary memory pulse
ripples of the past and future
intrude surreptitiously mitigating
bliss humming in the now continuum 
yet being but an occurrence dreamlike
presence simply embraces and releases
the illusions manifest in staid nonchalance 
holding steady flame of soul awareness
in perfect, vibrant, dynamic stillness 
in this manner bilocating attention 
an aspect of our innate freedom
employed by choiceless choice

11-May-2023

Nine-Pint Ramblings

Some people think I’m anti human
Some believe I really would
Free this world of the species
If I easily could.
We are not the only animals
But for what it’s worth 
We are the only ones
Destroying mother earth.
Seven days of creation
Just to give birth 
To the scourge 
Of this earth?

I don’t mean to offend
But will if needs must 
To try and convince others
We hold this planet in trust;
Not just for future generations
Of our human race,
But for all the other animals 
With whom we share this place.
I suppose it’s just another lost cause
When some see others in need
Of basic food and water
Just to satisfy their own greed.

The only mitigating factor,
Which rather baffles the mind,
No matter how we treat the animals 
We inflict worse on our own kind.
So, praise the lord and pass the bottle.
Praise the lord that I am free
Praise the lord for pre -cast concrete
And let heaven help the trees.
And praise the lord for good strong drink
For when it hurts  too much to think.

Zen Mode

as the universe appears and disappears
pulse of aliveness displays myriad hues
then ego surfaces, assigning meaning
to divine magnetism dancing in forms
deflecting attention, mitigating bliss
until single eye restores equilibrium

layer by layer as we thus vaporise
no one remains to weigh and size

18-November-2022

Echo Return

Echo return contoured by consciousness 
Oft ignores our interconnectedness 
Sternest rebuff being indifference 
In a poignant, painful, time stretched silence
Mitigating our innate blissfulness 

Endearing touch of childlike lovingness
Vibrantly bubbling agendalessness
Burns, upturns, on facing insentience
Echo return

Hermit mode, in perfect, brilliant stillness 
Recognising underlying oneness
Heals to so reveal, soul’s luminescence 
Engaging innocently in parlance 
Learns that egos stern, reflect not kindness
Echo return

29-October-2021

The Rot Has Sunk In Deep

Notice our subtle resistance
Manifest as hesitancy
Mitigating exuberance 
Our lower mind delinquency 

Myriad illusions confound
Notice our subtle resistance
We are yet to mind-body bound
Recognising not divine dance

We first look to our convenience 
Subject-object relationship 
Notice our subtle resistance
Foolish game of one-upmanship 

Oh hermit, know God alone is
Rekindle innate innocence 
Imbibe elixir of bliss fizz
Notice our subtle resistance

23-June-2021

Finding Freedom

I've sought all concept for mitigating puzzles. 

I poured my heart and soul into getting rid of muddles.

We were entwined in the tangled bushes.

When you've gone, nothing to speak about.

And there is no silver lining, but there is a gray doubt.

I was not enticed by the last beats of the falling drums.




Written June 15, 2021

All Yours (Jun 19) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Ovation For Ovulation

Sense altering fertility:
                   a stoic female falters

Seven consecutive avid hours in each four weeks 
I mull over mitigating my chosen ongoing celibacy 
Primitive drive permeates realms where pleasure peaks
Stomach burgeoning coersion detects digital delicacy

Needy as a newborn, abdomen aches, resonates reason
Discarded inhibition of prudence pursues resolution, swollen
Tulip bulb split, affliction's blister is conceived procreation
Stupendous scenarios sordid, fluent imagination draws on

Widened with aspiration, desire requires instant unbridling
Materialising gluttony beckons with incandescent distress 
Moans cryptic as ocean speak, freed from concious conspiring
Unboxed frolicked fathomings become loitering brain's duress

Misspelt

I feel betrayed... between the clasped
Sweetness the future promises the present 
Every now amd then my misfitness matters
With a thousand confusing dreams shatters
Mismatching with the world outside, for
Ever longs the journey to reach doom.
Mitigating every stride, we pace forth
Misleading thoughts mounting up each
Passing day, guiding in the wrong direction 
Just we guess! For we're misspelt 
Words of creation unknowingly put
Together to undoubtedly separate 
As life dare to take its real toll
In this scattering mush, what forth you
Expect to get? Your dreams fulfilled?
Care not, for who cares to correct
A long back misspelt word?

Morrow - Future's Today

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"...

Wise Fool

There is a folk I know 
quite too well, 
he does not refund when he owe, 
at least that's how well I can tell. 

Then came a day
stars littered in the sky, 
he left the house again, 
To in the same sin ply. 

He's such a torn
in the feeble flesh, 
and a cowries headed horn
seeped in the quintessence. 

But on his way
he met a flaw:
a bus collided with him, 
and his consciousness took a walk. 

Ribs carved, bones twisted, 
joints squat, veins stooped, 
mitigating blood clutched lethargy, 
confetti of dispersing breath imbued. 

None to take him from the spot, 
since all neighbors were his sport,
even death ain't interested in taking him from the spot, 
but if you're, you could go forth. 
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Searching For Solitude

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

When In Pain

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

Shell

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

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