Best Humored Poems
You speak into your child's life in whispers
With the strength of the four winds
No need for yelling
For your child has expectant ears
Wisdom
A fathered gift
Born out of pained understanding
Mistakes not needed to be repeated
Your love an inoculation to failure
Resilience will permeate a new generation
You smile with furrowed brow
For time passes much to quickly
There is fear there is some lesson you have forgotten
Not what you want for your begotten
Still you see this precious ones progression
He possess strength laughter and compassion
Humored moments and strong funny bones
Will insure this child will never be alone
A tender heart and a will like a stone
One day
You will have to let go
Time progresses it never slows
Deep inside your heart grows because you know
You have given your all
This child will rise up tall
Won't be afraid to fall
He heeds your Father's call
For he has learned at your loving feet
Wisdom has been his bountiful feast
Some day he'll be a father too
He'll bring blessings back to you
For you have been faithful
and a father true
Inspired by Funom's poem, "Words of Wisdom to My Child".
Bright, yellow, fun balloons rise in the air,
bring optimistic and good-humored flair.
With cheerfulness, enthusiasm, share-
a brilliant, yellow, sunshine-like affair.
March 4, 2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: United Colors: Yellow
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 03/04/2016
Positive keywords for yellow: optimism,
cheerfulness, enthusiasm, fun, good-humored
A garrulous, loquacious, querulous person can be extremely jejune and petulant.
In other words,
They are usually wordy, talkative, cranky-whining and often dull or ill-humored people.
You tread on others without care
Hiding behind your tyrannical God
No longer will I appease your lies
With a humored smile and nod
‘Cause it’s all about you
And the garbage you spew
With no regard for the lives left askew
By all the hurtful things you do
Imprisoning an innocent with ignorance and fear
Inside your religious bars
You’ve used her against us too many times
And left us with emotional scars
You torture the defenseless without excuse
We always knew your screws were loose
But never again will I endure your abuse
I’d rather dangle ‘round a noose
All fond memories have been shrouded
By a blanket of mistrust
To know that we’re related
Only fills me with disgust
It seems you’ve got no conscience within
You’ve no apologies for previous sin
You’d do it all again with a stupid grin
No remorse for betraying your own kin
No inconvenient favor was ever too much
So pray your God is as merciful as mine
For if your ‘rapture’ truly comes
You’ll be paying a hefty fine
Those of us
who have had guilty pleasures
of owning valuable real property,
like a car
and rental property
and office equipment
Office buildings,
solar inverters,
and nuclear holocaust delivery systems
but not privately owned MBA degrees
or merely intellectual property
or more intimately owned emotional properties,
Those of us
who know the mixed blessings
of owning organic and technocratic fragments
of climate pathologized,
yet still breathing, planet Earth,
especially if taxable property,
have heard about depreciation of values
over their natural/mechanical life/utility
health/power time.
We might recall
depreciation of property value
decelerates more gradually as time marches forward,
barring any unfortunate head-on accidents,
flying and melting and fragmenting damage,
accelerating astronomical crises
eliminating long-term realistic health-wealth values.
Depreciated suddenly to total loss of asset value,
now a global junk-dealer liability.
Anyway,
just as depreciation decelerates over time,
appreciation accelerates empowering resilience
with time's enduring health/wealth cooperative life-experience,
Organic systems accelerate
robust cooperative integrity
over a deep learning nutritious multiculturing life-time
of Win/Win climax learning
deeply curving synergetic ego/eco-relationships,
Growing in good-humored co-investment priorities
for story telling and listening
to resonant fulfillment co-opportunities
Rather than continuing historic depreciated taking
and Win/Lose epic slow-losing ego/economic depressions,
Anti-systemic pathologies,
realistic predictions of global chaos.
Retributive injustice depreciations
slowly fade toward entropic disorganization,
just the suffering and loss opposite
of exponentially appreciative Win/Win compassion
Explicitly conscious
of living interdependently between and within
autonomously natural depreciative law
and appreciative open-systemic/spiritual
yang/yin multicultural
left/right psychological
self/other empowering
appreciative
spiraling
deep listening and wide learning order
re-mixing depreciating curses
into old-aged exponentially appreciating blessings
of co-opportune climaxing climates.
When you hear plans for reactive justice
do you also listen for responsive mercy?
Or are you more likely to feel merciless revenge
against uncivilized behavior
swelling vibrant adrenaline
thrilling your self-righteous bloodstream?
If revenge is your best defense
against chaotic complexities of bad mad behavior,
If punitive humiliation
is this justice by disgrace
you deem responsible,
comfortably live by,
protect and defend,
then you will be an often disappointed,
and disappointingly ineffective,
parent
And would best and brightest stay far away
from anything in law enforcement,
militarized defense,
courtroom dramas,
and gun permits.
Advocates and defenders of justice for all
are deep lovers of intentions and behaviors
good healthy humored
seeking our not so bad, sad, and mad renovations
of white-washed purging rituals
including Society's eco-political purifying rituals,
obsessive-compulsive demoralizing ruminations,
ruinations,
rambling echoes of great and small transitions
quaking Earth's moral indignation
steeped in Anthropocene rape cultures
and pillage histories
of patriarchal justice
without matriarchal mercy,
much less Eartheatrical peace.
Justice without mercy
is like believing in love
without practicing peace
Like trying to restore a moral climate for love
without a maturing polycultural life
engaged co-empathically together
All guilty of anti-Earth transgressions
against compassioned innocents
of most every unmerciful violence one might imagine
inside inhumane uncivilization
Until we fall Anthropocene bad
sad
mad
unglad apart
To reweave yet another new inter-re-ligious
brightest and best day
Without such long LeftBrain EitherFor/OrAgainst
pathologically punishing shadows,
unmercifully thrown survival of the fiercest apart,
not yet fully grown Anthropocene together
Mature sacred and organic
mind/bodies
Anthro/Earth-Tribe polyculturally thriving
merry mercy co-passion full
Maturing polypathic peace
EarthJustice regenerates.
Hop-along Henry and Half-as-long Harry
harassed the sisters Hoar.
Henry had Hannah huffing,
Helen howled, “Harry! — MORE!”
“I have to have it Harry!”
“Heaven help me! He’s done!”
“Hannah has Henry’s huge one.”
“Oh Harry, I’m not having fun!”
“Hang on Helen,” said Henry
(While Hannah hissed, oozed and oohed)
“Harry’s a hunk in a hurry,”
“but my hunk’ll soon visit your hood.”
“Hang your hummer on simmer,”
“keep it humid, humored and hot,”
“after Hannah has had her whole hurricane,”
“I shall give you all I have got.”
Hop-along Henry and Half-as-long Harry
harassed the sisters Hoar.
Now Henry is half as long
and Harry is long no more.
Mesmerized and enthralled
Objective and fair-minded
Optimistic about anything
Nurturing and nourishing
Friendly and affectionate
Lenient and sympathetic
Observant and mindful
Well-balanced and graceful
Earnest and passionate
Reasonable and sensible
Open and forthright
Nerdy but interesting
Meek yet forbearing
Adventurous and intrepid
Yielding and malleable
Oriented and discerning
Nonchalant and unperturbed
Easygoing and good-humored
05/01/16
"Poem Written On Your Birthday
II" Poetry Contest
2nd Place
If I was given one wish free
by a fairy from beyond our times,
I’d tell her that I wish to be
an agèd, stately chestnut tree
rooted deep in solid ground,
my sturdy trunk not being bowed
to some ill-humored gust,
my branches growing high and wide
so gifted with all seasons’ pride,
such as Spring’s blossoms,
Summer’s shady velvet-green,
and getting cooler in the Falls
I’d blush with joy to shed
all of my shining fruity balls,
before I stand in peace
while my bald arms are letting pass
a Winter’s frosty cruelties,
trusting the cycle soon will start anew
and I will love to spread my lush crown over you.
Teaching can feel depressingly predative
to younger minds
preferring to not evaporate while preyed upon.
Mentoring can feel more hopefully symbiotic
with younger,
fresher,
less domesticated minds
preferring to mutually stalk
shared prey of symbiotic and creolizing truths
between generations,
ancient to yet unborn.
Parenting can feel parasitic
to younger minds and bodies
ready to break free
of aging hosts,
relentlessly hoping
to pass along some semblance of grace
as gratitude
for Earth's co-investing gifts.
Parenting could,
in hypothetical theory,
invite mutuality,
more like benign parasites,
who know and love each other,
moving from harboring co-dependencies
to seeking mutual interdependence
for further good-humored
yet vulnerable
exploitations of honest life as mutual gifting forward.
Power,
energy,
nutrition,
even vibrant health
can feel like unmitigated competitions
where if I win
then someone else must lose,
when all the most important choices
are between Either Yes
Or No.
I suppose power could feel more limited.
Power to mutually avoid
and live in side by side autonomous silos
of live and let love,
where if I win
then so must you
and if you win
then so must I
and if this generation wins
then so must future generations
where all our mutually avoided choices
issue forth within Both Yes for me
And NotNot No for you.
Teaching power can feel predative,
as mentoring interdependent powers
invites deep harmonic ecology,
sacred symbiosis
of me
as also notnot you.
"Jesus Born in a lowly stable, a symbol of forsakenness became the redeemer of the whole world. It doesn't count how poor has been our birth. What matters is who we finally are or what we become"- By Poet
On a bleak and frosty night
Vexed and weary two travelers rode
Along the pathways-craggy and ragged
From Nazareth, trudging miles on end
Full pregnant, was she with child
Mary -the Virgin, suffused with Spirit Holy
Divinely ordained to bear the Godly Prince
Conceived before, she had known her spouse.
Abiding in Heaven’s Providence n’ care
They had rode past miles behind
Far too fatigued by the trip
Mary, now badly needed a place to rest.
Heading towards the blinking lights
Not far from the city’s guarded gate
Joseph sighted a tavern-small
Perched high on a tiny hill
A sense of relief beamed past
They have come at last to the journey’s end
Finally found a place to rest!
An interim home away from home
Tethering the donkey outside the gate
Joseph helped Mary alight the brute
In eager search, he hurried inside
With Mary, following with faltering steps.
But the couple, to their dismay found
Within the tavern, room, there was none
For many a man had gathered round
To halt there on that freezing night
Sundry folk from surrounding lands
Had reached Bethlehem for the yearly census
Tradesmen selling clothes and cheese
Nomads of varying clans and clime
Petulant camels, braying donkeys
The place was littered with man and beast.
The tavern small, so packed to full
Had no more space to harbor the crowd
Mary and Joseph, though dejected,
Were encamped within a manger- warm
With tender concern, Joseph joked,
To ease the strain on Mary’s face
“Gaze upon this palace of gold
Where a son shall soon be born to us”!
Mary smiled a gentle smile,
Humored by her husband’s jest
Under the gaze of tethered hosts
In veiled privacy of the midnight gloom
She gave birth to a radiant child,
The great Redeemer to all Mankind
The star studded sky suddenly glowed
With a rare brilliance never beheld
And a celestial voice trailed along
Delivering ‘tidings of joy’ to the globe around
20, December 2021
Nativity New poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper
Resubmitted for Old Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
PROGRESS
To improve win/win therapies
for past win/lose trauma events
and their degenerative systemic lack
of conserving organically healthy,
well-nurtured,
good-humored
and celebrated sacred joyful
integral
sensory-neural root systems.
CONSERVATION
To protect existing animated systems
against critical trauma events,
chronic stress,
and degenerative,
dissociative
Losing Global Wealth Conservation
AND
Losing Liberal Health Progress
root systemic mortality,
genocide,
ecocide
Tragically possible
while denying sacredness
of healthy polycultural
resilient life systems
like Green Gaian Paradise ReMemories
and RedBlooded Peak Ergodic-Erotic CoGravitating Passions,
panentheistically eco-progressive,
monotheistically win/lose wounded
ego-conservative anthrosupremacy.
Social
economic
and political
"EVOLUTION
is driven by progressive ideas
and policed by conservative sensibilities..."
"Progressivism
and Conservatism
each worry about one half of every issue,
and together,
they make sure we're paying enough
attention [etc.]
to everything that [bilaterally] matters."
Tim Urban, The Story of Us, 2020
This question rises
from poli sciences and humane arts,
Is democracy ecologically healthier
than monoculturing theocracy,
than totalitarian anti-democracy?
Raising ghostly reminders
that food is also objectively neutral,
lying midway between good food
and junk food,
nutritions
and toxins.
And climate change
also lies midway
in-between climate polyculturing health
and climates of monocultural pathology.
And healthy mind-bodies nondually ourselves
also lie between
good humored health
and bad and angry and terrorizing lack of health.
Where we draw our Tipping Point lines
and marching squares of advocacy
and circles of co-operating conspiracies
between egosystemic humane nature
and eco-centric Earth nurture
feeding in as out,
growing polycultural productions
by shrinking monoculturish dominating consumptions,
these are each (0)MidWay Core
wu-wei
regenerations with degeneration recycles,
growing good wealthy civil democracies
by starving bad health supremacist plutocracies.
This response arises
from poli sciences and humane arts,
we each and all lie between and transubstantially across
radically benign democracy development
and reactionary anti-democracy demise,
disempowering dissonances
of multi-race
and poly-sex
and wealthy historic cultures
competing violence
without regenerative distinctions
that make holistic healthing
co-operatively non-violent
therapeutic differences.
Is my internal democratic cooperative governance
ecologically healthier
than nationalistic
supremacist
totalitarian
anti-democracy?
All ye who enter here
despairing statues of salted liberty,
merging solidarity with Earth’s poor hunger
to range free falling Victorian bricks
and mal-bourne sticks
to land here with now
with all arrived before you
prepared to grace Earth’s healthy breathing space
and time of BrickWork connecting sacred place,
restructuring minds co-infesting recomposing bodies,
bay to mountain swinging resonant designs
recycling Earth’s health-bourne habitation,
celebration
with all entering good humored here
with bad tumored now
climates of each day’s great dissonant transition.
LifeWork EcoLogic draws history written by our stars.
BrickWorld Cathedrals incarnate Earth’s green musings
sung by sunlight’s empowering designers
of MultiCultural ReGenesis.
Seek within our lower reaches
to resolve with sensory roots
reforming crowns
searching hidden ex cathedra gold,
deep beneath not-so-rushing,
lead headed crushing stone.
Conjoin these bricks
of nature’s rich vocation light,
regenerous
religious enbrightenment
to guide our humbled exodus
until we enter here once more
to sing and dance
among Earth’s ReGenerate Cathedrals.
I stepped into a church today
And I somehow did not burn.
The congregation looked at me
And I at them, in turn.
I then simply started laughing
And I could not stop the flow.
The situation humored me
Far more than they could know.
I expected God to smite me
And to strike me where I stand
For they had always told me that
The church was holy land
Where outright sinners had no place.
For in church good Christians dwell
And being gay is the sure way
To claim a seat in hell.
I’m assuming God was busy.
Or those Christians got it wrong.
Perhaps they boldly told their tales
And strung the world along.
I guess we’ll never know the truth,
But I somehow now surmise
That even God does not believe
In faulty Christian lies.