Best Judy Poems
Judy, Judy, Judy... Judy Konos is the one I mean
Not the famous Cary Grant quote, he uttered on the screen
In “Only Angels Have Wings”
His famous quote still rings
But Judy Konos is the one who makes my old heart sing
© Jack Ellison 2015
We were waiting to board a boat when I happened to be blessed
to come across a bench close by the ocean…
this bench was facing west.
With an inscription from a husband to his wife…
now obviously gone
It read ‘Judy, in “All Ways” the love of my life…
the author’s name was John.
The second line which was written,
I imagine, with no regrets
went on to read
‘Remembering the Joys of Love & Great Sunsets’.
I never knew this couple
either together or after Judy was gone
I never had the good fortune
of knowing Judy and John.
And though I never knew them I could see them
sitting there…holding hands
watching the sun set into the ocean…
as its shadow crossed the sand.
And though I never knew them…
I think its amazing how
from an inscription on a bench they shared…
I kind of know them now.
As I reread the message John left Judy
I felt happy and a little sad…
For though I never knew them…
I kind of wish I had.
‘MY BROKEN HEART’
Poem to Richard Madeley and Judy Finnegan
Here is my heart, broken in two.
Because I lost my chance to appear with you.
The greatest chance of my life, I’ve ever had,
To talk about my writing although it’s sad,
To meet denise again, the signed photo she gave me in ‘95’
Hangs on our kitchen wall with great pride.
I would never have gone on holiday to Skegness,
If I had known the outcome would have caused me so much distress,
To be contacted three times by you’re researcher, Nicola McNeleus
To be asked to appear on your show as a guest.
It broke my heart. When I found all her messages, but by then it was to late,
I would have come back from holiday, Done anything to keep that date.
I watch your show every day,
Please god let them give me another chance I pray,
I would give anything in this would to be.
Sitting with my husband with you two on that settee,
With my eighteen-year tranquilliser addiction and agoraphobia, I’ve been to hell and
back,
But now my life is back on track.
To give hope to others, to show the world what I have done,
Who knows it may even be fun.
So please Richard and Judy, answer my prayer,
Please, Please Please, let us be there.
Bluebirds can't fly over the rainbow,
And I'll tell you something more;
The only avian species that can
Is the Andean Condor.
A chased rainbow is never caught.
Somehow, a rainbow's never "here".
The closer you get to the pot o'gold,
The rainbow moves or even disappears.
If I could fly over the rainbow,
My heart would sing;
But I can't fly over the rainbow,
'Cause I've got no damn wings.
Yes, we're all seeking rainbows.
In that, there's nothing wrong;
But every day I can say,
"I'm glad Judy Garland sang the song."
Flying
Tribute to Judy Konos
She came from out of nowhere
like an angel in mid flight.
Crashing through the shadows
and shining like a light.
She challenged me to rise again
to dry tears from my eye.
She challenged me to spread my wings
and she taught me to fly.
Stranded in my shadows
her voice was ringing true.
She captured me and raptured me
she helped to push me through.
Things that one time bound
I didn't even know.
She helped me take hold of it
and then to let it go.
Unburdened by my yesterdays
unbridled by tomorrow.
She came to me then set me free
and banished all my sorrow.
An angel sent from heaven
that taught so many things.
Then as she stood watching
breathed wind into my wings.
No longer kept in sadness
in tears that I am crying.
Look at me! Come quick and see
at last I'm finally flying!
Edwin C Hofert
Judy, dear Judy, are you the Punch and Judy, Judy
Did you fight with Punch for a small piece of foodie
D'ya get knocked in the eye
For a piece of cherry pie
I'm sure you could handle yourself, dear Judy Judy
(A dedication to my dear Judy Konos)
© Jack Ellison 2015
Dear Judy:
As I scrolled anxiously through my inbox, flipping through needless letters, hoping for an answer,
I suddenly realized that out of all the emails Ms. Blume receives, I was taking an awful heck of a chancer.
And soon enough, there at the top of the pile, there it was: An email from Judy Blume.
My face lit up like a match to a lighter, and I beamed a great big smile, shining brighter than the fullest of the "blooming" full moons.
Full of inspiration for my being a compassionate writer, and much knowledge gifted from her to me for my being able to succeed,
The brilliant Ms. Judy Blume had surely given me all the information I would need.
And soon enough, before the blink of an eyeball, here I am now, signing autographs, and at last, giving all the advice I can possibly afford to give in this competitive literary market, to younger students than me, I am now using the quote that Judy Blume secretly told me:
Read, read, read and write, write, write.
And now, from the dear Judy Blume, to me, I wish you all a good night.
(Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life – Poetry Contest) 8/24/16
Life is about a daily 'Act of Kindness' and that's all it's about.
You're bustling about in a grocery and happen to see a lady
whom you know is having a bad day so you stop! "WOW you're
hair is beautiful. I wish mine looked like that! She bursts into
a smile and you have succeeded (and it doesn't really matter what
her hair looks like) Success is all that matters.....
You skip on through the aisles and run across a worn out
young mom with two screaming meemies in her basket and
again you stop saying, (the louder the better) "My goodness,
there's no ugly people in your family!" Bingo! she's not so
worn out anymore and what did it cost you? Absolutely Nothing!
See how many people you can make happy, if only for a brief moment. Try
motioning, on a busy street, for someone to get ahead of you
and watch how happy they are!
Just forget about yourself and think of others!
Cheers!
10/29/15
A little old lady named Judy,
Works hard to accomplish her duties.
She cooks and she cleans,
Runs errands, makes things,
For friends and for family outings.
Sometimes her arthritis flares up.
She can barely pick up a cup;
But she's no cry baby,
She's one tough old lady,
A hot bath and a pill and she's up.
She'll finish the job 'fore she'll stop.
She loves life and she lives it a lot.
She'll keep goin' full tilt,
Until she gets kilt,
Or she runs out of gas and just drops.
Judy Konos,
Beauty bonus,
Would loan us,
Enthrone us
Then own us!
How big you seemed, how bright your stage
how loud and funny, in my little boy's eyes
you were larger than everyone else's life,
even a lifetime later, your memory still is
Those amazing vaudeville routines, with new
command performances for each gathering,
were rehearsed in daily kitchen pantomimes
while we children sat in wide eyed awe
An Irish version of the Honeymooners,
so funny that you didn't need Art Carney
so real that sometimes, I held my breath
....to the moon, McGinty, to the moon!
He would bellow and I would nervously ask,
is she really going to the moon, Mommy?
Then they'd be off on another rollicking
road in the evening's riotous repertoire
The quieter types would roll their eyes
when the curtains would part on Act 1
while everyone else laughed and wished
that they could be just like you two
To the moon, McGinty, to the moon....
Dame Judy Dench
Loves to fish for Tench
When she fixes her motor
She uses a wrench
If she’s feeling tired she sits down on a bench,
DJD is polylingual;
Her favourite language is French,
When she has a pooh in the morning
It causes a stench
DJD is a strong woman,
When Germans talk about her they call her ‘mensch’,
If she gets excited
Her buttocks they clench
When DJD gets dehydrated
Her thirst she will quench,
She is a fine looking woman,
But never call her a wench,
DJD did military service
She learnt to dig a slit trench,
She's into prehistory
And loves to visit Stonehenge,
DJD don't take no -
If she is dissed she'll get her revenge
She is super organised
When she does her filing she uses a big hole punch
If she gets hungry mid morning
She pauses for brunch,
If Helen Mirren calls round they go out for lunch,
DJD is very intuitive
and likes to follow a hunch,
Her off shore investments
Protected her from the credit crunch,
She's a feisty lady -
A reporter asked if 'she had a carer'
Well he got a bunch
Of fives from this diva
But to her friends she is staunch,
Even Harvey Weinstein - DJD protected his paunch,
Said she had a tat of his name on her bum
Cos her career he relaunched
With Victoria and Albert -
She never gives an inch
If Bond is stuck in a ditch
She pulls him out with a winch,
She takes on all the bad guys,
You never see her flinch,
When delivering a soliloquy
She makes it look like a cinch
She should be world president,
Donald J Trump would be the first one she would lynch!
Judy Ball
A struggling, obscure poet,
Wrote verse because she enjoyed it,
But form, she seldom employed it.
Judy, Judy, Judy
Thoughts of – thinking, I have to wonder ?
Time is slowly slipping – empty of – away.
Turning moments, lost – into hours- many a day.
Lost forever – only thoughts of what might be, stay
with this one, who had – once upon a time – only to pray
for all that he desired and desired to see
become part of what he wanted – wanted to be.
A cool wind of enlightenment, blows from a silent mouth.
No warm breeze will I come to know, from the south.
For the barrenness of silence is all that I get to hear
as I wait for a sign, a word, feelings that I fear
are not meant to come my way – for me to be had.
All these thoughts, questions, feelings do make me sad.
I should know better, no fool – they say – like an old fool.
B. J. “A ” 2
May 13th 2005
WHEN JUDY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN.
When Judy comes marchin home again.
Hoorah. Hoorah
She'll know that she'll have to leave again. Hoorah. Hoorah.
She knew how to sew, and she knew how to cook,
but lately she's readin our old war book.
And We'll all die for Microsoft.
Hoorah.
Hoorah.
When Jenny comes sailin home again. Hoorah. Hoorah.
She'll look like she might be pregnant then. Hoorah. Hoorah.
She'll sue all the captains out on the sea
cause she don't know who daddy might be
And We'll all die for Google Chrome.
Hoorah.
Hoorah.
When they carry Janes body home again. Hoorah. Hoorah.
They'll bury her there in Arlington. Hoorah. Hoorah
They'll make a nice speech up in washington
and give her mama a flag when they're done.
And We'll all die for Hollywood.
Hoorah.
Hoorah.
© Ron Wilson Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet