"mitigation" poems
These are the words I pick
through thick Irish. Love
affair of some sort between
the bar tending woman and
a friend of the guest. Mitigation,
mutiny upon an S.S. Lovebird
Somewhere Sometime (world
affairs), can't blame the *******
for gazing left at the television
as he's only the messenger boy.
What is this, a medieval fantasy
novel?
I guess the name of wherever I
am and ponder how far away my
life is.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
Writers can be so snotty sometimes
They think they're so clever with their rhymes
They employ obscure words
the way armies deploy a specialized force
pedantic, pretentious, affected on some insufferable plagiarized course
Their wit a mired ploy to be perceived as bright
not so much to share knowledge
but to be the one that's right
vaingloriousness cripples the honesty in script
and another puzzled reader
reads between the lines of a message adrift
people twist things to their advantage
skew the facts to fit the page
shrug it off as a necessity of the modern age
most do it, few will notice
if they do they'll say it's a mistake
deadlines howl, time grates like a rake
truth is incidental when words are fake
another American madman goes berserk with a gun on a spree
perfect timing for the rollout of Grand Theft Auto 3
Don't worry little directors of death and mayhem
You've no culpability in the land of the free
causality is just some unprovable notion
you're safe and sound from any legal motion
exculpatory mitigation is your right as an 'artist'
'till the sorry day you eat the gun
the eventual price you'll pay for your sick wicked fun
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
Planting -
a memory retention
an attempt at reparation
a small mitigation
an intrinsic notion of good
a wooden blessing
a happy healing
- a tree
Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 10:43 AM UTC
When he kissed me, I thought he’d conquer the parts of him too much like his mother.
I thought he’d lose the pieces of militant voices inside his head on the curves of my hips.
I think he was trying to bury himself in me…
I know that I let him.
He punctuated every apology with the same melancholy mitigation.
Like a true addict, I told him that was enough.
It wasn’t.
It still isn’t
but I always miss him.
He helped build my heart from scratch,
and I will always love him.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Altogether on the boat.
The waves stood tall.
Not enough space on the boat to hold them all.
25 migrants promised new lives.
They left behind their children.
They left behind their wives.
The dream of prosperity.
The men set sail.
Turned into a nightmare did this sad and sorry tale.
5 died of hunger, 6 of dehydration.
A woeful situation.
No plan B or mitigation.
The men laid to rest at the bottom of the sea.
These were normal people like you and like me.
Looking for a better life.
It's all so terribly sad.
A wife missing her husband.
A child missing his dad.
The only ones to gain are the ones who sold the dream.
The ones who take blood money are never what they seem.
They take the hard earned cash from men who Want a better way of life. They care little for their children and care nothing for their wives.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Neither a word
Nor a feeling.
It's intangible
But
It's alive
Indescribable yet,
Able to cause sufficient damage
Equivalent to a single life.
Just a single day
Hundreds and thousands
Die
From the wrath
Of Pain.
In the mercy
Of its insatiable desire.
At times
Strength from it
Though mostly
destructive
No amount of mitigation
Or medication
Will cease its existence
For pain is real
And so are you.
(C.C)
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
My pen moves with prudent pride
For the anguished heart I cannot hide.
With strident strokes, he gambles to uncover
The choking sounds I dare to softly utter.
Offering no modest mitigation,
My heart still reeks of desolation.
And my words drunkenly drip
In a continually poisonous strip.
Stifling and suffocating my tale,
They are now entirely meek and frail.
The once crimson red ink
Turns ever dusty, ever pink!
So my diary endlessly bleeds
Of verses I long dared free,
Standing with bold bravery-
No longer bound to slavery -
Each stanza feverishly rhymes,
And relays all my cautious cries.
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
You remove the words from my mouth
treating me like a fountain spring
(insert laughter)
when you're dry and searching for life
only if, and otherwise I'm off
Your precious utility
darkly in your canteen
You remove my words as if you're due
mitigation for free
I won't be left alone
within your arm's reach
If that's what you want,
how bout I pull open my wounds?
To let all the bees out?
How bout I twist on your wrist?
To show you I've got poison
to take, if you've nothing to give.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
To you, Man.
To the day
Your sojourn
From heat and brush
Found fecund crescent
And soil.
To your dogged pursuit,
In dead of winter,
Of meat and succor,
And bone.
To you, Man.
To the day
When your head
Turned upright
And began appraisal
In earnest.
To when your legs
Slaved
And freed your dexterity-
Your able
And working hands.
To you, Man.
To the day
You rendered
The plains beast
And whispered
Life into the still
And dim
Of a cave.
To depiction,
And art.
To you, Man.
To the day
When Nature turned
Her throat to you
In submission.
To your implements
And shafts,
Cutters and
Killers.
To you, Man.
To the day
You woke most Promethean,
And pirated fire,
Stole from the elements
Without ransom.
To your second attempt,
Your brash temptation
Of Zeus' bolts.
Again you stole light
And made no attempt
At mitigation.
To you, Man.
To the day
Your wonder
Exceeded your need,
Begat the metropolis
And smoke.
To your institutions
And monopolies,
Your greed
And bias.
To you, Man.
To the day
You traded war
For affluence,
Fraternity
For dominion.
To your plague
And bitter taste.
And to you, Man.
To today.
And you've a mind
To make up.
Find epiphany,
Wake
Into chivalry
And care-
Sow the seeds of greener leaves?
Or continue in sloth,
Stagnate
And succumb
To waste-
Burn the field for just one ream?
So to you, Man.
O, to you,
Man.
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 8:24 PM UTC
All your evil schemes won’t bring me down,
I’m standing tall,
I’m looking proud,
I’ve got control of the situation,
Don’t need to listen to your litigation,
I have my own ways of mitigation,
I’m open to suggestion from my inspiration,
I can achieve,
I can beat you,
Won’t let you win,
Won’t let you in,
I’m the idol of my eye,
Won’t be brought down by your sins.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 12:08 PM UTC
Emasculation, no
*********** needing
Ministration: handy
************
Mitigation
Yah, bruh
Handy dandy
Some vacation
A friction revelation
Whao!
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
a time to find
momentary awareness..
those sensations and thoughts
arising
encapsulate these
in absorbing light..
mitigation
transformation
two become one
then again two..
then new sensations
new thoughts
a neverending story
producing a
glow...
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
Of course I break and sway and as they say die another day a probable game to play when they take your soul away….before, on the porch, he stood and screamed remorse, it’s worse than the rocking horse tipping back and forth.. a scolding soldier .. the things your mother told ya and all the lethal force drawn upon your door. Bastions of righteous minions lay siege to your dominion and force all of your children into begging for this eden until they don’t remember until you can forgive her they swallow up forever in minutes ever after in basic sick diversions in lieu of subtle passions in lieu of real creation .. like a bargainer’s mitigation .. bask and behold unmask and resolve where were the wonders this year oh, forgotten amidst the fear. Where were the wages of war .. at every child’s door accuse me of rebellion and list my name for here is horror and I am shame ..
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Poetry is
as poetry flows
Beneath the rocks
through undertows
Over great mountains
across oceans deep
Dwells within dreams
while dreamer's asleep
Fights the good fight
even if lost
Doing what's right
no matter the cost
Defending the weak
wherever they're found
Raising a voice
to let freedom sound
Don't judge yourself
of what you read here
Create your own space
abandon all
fear
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
To property with a high degree
That puts to shame anyone with soft soothing tea
Moving along past inscribed miseries
On peoples faces
Oh, further fast, going places
Board that silk laced train without hesitation
Gather white flowers, take no intimidations
For the poet writes only about rays of mitigation
That breaks open the shaded
Which is ignored and faded
For the true painter paints, only what they care to see
Not what others are faced to be
Once they decide their messages for he and she
Each tree they will chop with a fake type of force
For the poet now has stolen their horse
On which they rode to the promise land
With the dead, the unborn, & the hand
Of what is what & who tears the bands
Apart for they don't speak
Only listen, repeat, and creak
Soft now please, go to the beach with the swirling keeps
Perhaps there will lay the sleeping sheep
That you wish not to be, for they are meek in heaps
And do not know every meaning
Behind every tower leaning
Learn something there, then return
For not your destiny everyone yearns
Rather it is peace and a chance to learn
About a prophecy new
And culture few
Or perhaps that is a lie
Like every tear shed through an eye
That hopes to gain something through a tight tie
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
You win Me with your Authorship/ Wisdom.
Why
Am I So dumb?
I know
I can thump my chest,
Scream
Into the Heavens...
It makes no difference,
No response,
No mitigation.
And,
You're right.
I
Will always be wrong.
BUT,
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
listen to the leaves
the rise and fall of the in between
protection, power
both subjective
show me outside of here
and then we're getting somewhere
integration
rewind all the numbers
back to the end again
water runs rampant through the city
mitigation of migration
the treetops won't always be visible
electrified fog sticking together
don't paint the portrait
paint the scenery
and quietly
you react because you're chosen to
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
I can be obsessive. For instance, last night I needed a command hook.
My mind couldn’t focus on “Principles of Biostatistics,” as fascinating as that book is, because I needed this $3 command hook to hang my keys by the door.
There’s a table by the door, I could easily put my keys there, but no. That’s where books go (am I too picky?). What’s funny is, I’d just been reading about ‘bias mitigation,' ya know, science is everywhere.
Still, I searched the boxes that I hadn’t unpacked
I looked around them too, did one fall in a crack?
Did I have one to begin with? I couldn’t keep track.
I texted Charles (across the hall), “do you have a command hook?”
“A what?” he replied. So I texted his wife, who went to look.
When she didn’t have one, I went back to my book.
The chapter was about ‘probability distributions as tools for managing uncertainty.’ How topical, here I was, uncertain about when I’d get that command hook. Never mind an indifferent God, science is obviously listening.
It was nearly midnight. I wondered, how late Door-Dash delivered?
Would they bring my hook or were there other services I should consider?
What about Amazon, Target or WalMart—could one of those be a winner?
In the end I had to do without—I gave up at 1am.
The miracle of capitalism had failed me—damn.
I could study with the hook off my mind. So, I set an Alexa reminder,
an alarm on my watch and alerts on my iPhone and MacBook finder,
then I wrote a pink post-it note, and put that on my epidemiology binder.
I have a standing, pre-dawn jog with Charles, and an idea forming.
If we passed an open convenience store, I could buy one in the morning!
.
.
Songs for this:
I Want You by Bob Dylan
I need you by Jon Batiste
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
stomach twists in pure fear
i’ve had enough people for a year
feel their eyes burning into me
rather leave you for soul deceit
alone and focused on
i feel so far gone
i want to scream
i want to wake up from this dream
i think i look stupid
i don’t think i feel worth it
hoping for someone to take the blame
of the loneliness left untamed
will they see me write this?
can i justify this?
i just want a friend to sit down with
i don’t need a hug or a kiss
i want to go home
i want to say no
trapped in obligations
sadness in mitigation
maybe i should say something
but it might disturb something
how are you?
good, i’ve got something to do
come watch my misery
from a comfortable bird’s eye view
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
Fall becomes Winter.
Time changes. Time rearranges.
Each season provides its own challenge.
A shaving becomes a beard.
The snow falls. The snow piles.
Snowballs gain momentum and grow.
A scratch becomes an ache.
I can't breathe. I can't swallow.
I won't last long but this will last forever.
The cold becomes pneumonia.
I have coughing fits. I have blockage.
Phlegm builds an island to be marooned upon.
Habitation becomes hibernation.
The animals escape. The animals sleep.
They wait for the light to shine on them once more.
Mitigation becomes migration.
The birds fly away. The birds fly South.
As they flee their wings push cold air down toward us.
Winter becomes Spring.
I have become someone else.
A man who has felt another Winter.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC