Short Mediate Poems

S- incere attempts to understand.
I- mediate love and care.
S- hares pain and fear.
T- ells the truth and sacrifices lies.
E- ncourages in everyway possible.
R- eaches out to share many a tear....

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By The Lake
I sit under a big oak shade tree
as i read my book i start to mediate
and start to have visions and dreams of you
their will never be another gal like you
you are the leaf that floats by
but you always catch my eye....

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The itty bitty committee

meets at intervals unknown
to mediate its cause
convinced the case is airtight
for they can see no flaws

The gavel at their table
sounds a tone of doubt and dread
for this committee meeting
takes place inside my head.


4/14/14...

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It listens to all voices
does not choose language
dirty fingers it welcomes
fat and rich hands it accepts
not a race it rejects
can mediate all talks
never rests but obeys
night or day, rain or shine
it works for its boss
and when sick
no complain to boss
humility it has for all...

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AWAKE!

Forebear I beg if I am found obtuse
Not turning from the indigent I see
Should I aver egregious a view
They be ascribed a sloth delirium

My comments here may seem not delicate
Yet if I choose travail  to consecrate
Would you in intercession mediate
Bring those in need restored awakening...

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He fell somewhere between 90 and 180
on an obtuse scale of the indigent
poverty had left him more than poor
his life an allegory of alleys
longing for the halcyon of hallways
an egregious attempt to mediate
a delicate delirium
to consecrate discarded bread
sup with the long tailed
sleep in the dread of awakening.


8/31/2019

Eight word challenge 9 Poetry Contest...

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Intolerance
when we are so indigent in love
for others they
appear obtuse
their every remark
egregious to our ear.
It is a human weakness.

Intolerance
the delirium of self,
a delicate imbalance between
ego and self-hate
that one can mediate with patience
to bring the awakening
of understanding
a heart to tolerate
and the blessing of God to
consecrate.

9/5/19...

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dream 
descends there
with the sleeping eyes
when night comes

dark
a light of communication
with self where moonlight
comes to accompanying

loneliness
a path of endless desire
where the milky-ways and stars
live together to mediate on future

moment,
wink, beat of breathing 
seeking nothing
but in the step of nature 
seeking a love
to be natural 

12.07.2020 Chattogram...

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The feelings of my attraction were so obtuse. 
I knew he wouldn’t pick me, indigent, without foundation.
How could I convince him he needed to know me? 
Any wrong move could be seen as egregious even if authentic.
It was a delicate matter. 
How could I approach? 
I would have to love from afar. 
Consecrate with faith.
Hope for someone to mediate our introduction and,
Pray for his awakening....

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O Jesus, my Lord, and today, here I am
Seeking mercy, only, in your holy name
Please, hear me, O hear me, when I call
And to thee, I pray, lift me, from my fall

O Jesus, my Lord, my spirits unyielding
To the Father, mediate all my pleadings
In my sufferings and pains, comfort me
Embrace me, once again, I will be free

Tell me…O tell me, that, I am not alone
Lead me…O lead me, so, I’ll be home 

Amen...

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Oceans sustain
Sometimes in vein
Procreate life to remain

Oceans breed
Bleed indeed
Proliferate that decreed

Oceans mediate
The lowly reprobate
In tides which duplicate

Oceans fluctuate
Repeatedly replicate
What God doth advocate

Oceans hide
Places provide
Crucibles which collide

Oceans strive
Remain alive
Contrive, derive and survive 

Oceans are
Therefore by far
Marvels a bizarre repertoire...

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A delicate rose thrives amid the thorns,
Awakening my senses…
Filling me with egregious ideas,
Frightening feelings arise…
Obtuse memories console me,
Consecrate my fears…
Remind me of the dark nights,
Black delirium filled me…
Teaching me to mediate,
Resolving the dread of tomorrow…
The indigent worries that prosper,
Surviving the rose’s blossoming…
And dying....

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Night Work

All day long I crave the night,
not evening, but late, late night:
two hours after twilight
until just before dawn.

In that darkness I’m comforted,
and blend to a night cat
with two broken paws,
struggling to mend,
trying to discover a safer corner
in an over-turned box.

In that night I wait
a healing dream,  a saving thought
to mediate dim shadows
of the joy that’s been lost:

A double solitude reduced
to just one....

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