Best Reconsidering Poems
Here's a tale I've told before
From when I was a teen
The subject at the time was sore
For I caused quite a scene!
Had a brand-new bathing suit
My first bikini ever
I figured I looked mighty cute
And that was my endeavor!
Up the high dive I did go
Winking at the guys
Time to give them all a show
Bending legs and thighs
Diving off the board I went
Far as I could take it
One way my body was sent
Bikini didn't make it!
Off it flew into the air
And left a naked me
Falling to the water there
For all the world to see
So embarrassed my face was flushed
Gone was little Miss Sassy
In the water I stayed and blushed
Humiliated lassie!
** for contest "Reconsidering Laughter" sponsored by Desiree Birdseye
Categories:
reconsidering, childhood, funnywater, water, ,
Form:
Rhyme
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Laugh at me or laugh with me,
It's really up to you.
I prefer the latter,
It's the 'funner' thing to do!
Is it funny or is it not?
Depends on how you see.
But, a little bit of laughter
Can fill a room with glee!
Text someone an 'lol',
Or simply say 'haha!'
Either way, you'll make 'em smile
Instead of 'wah, wah, wah!'
So try a little laughter,
And do it right away!
It's sure to change your outlook,
And brighten up your day!
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Entered in Desiree Birdseye's contest
"Reconsidering Laughter"
Categories:
reconsidering, funny, uplifting
Form:
Rhyme
PRECIOUS DIALOGUE IN THE WOODS
I can hear you.
But are you listening?
I look in your eyes and they're no longer glistening.
I want you on my team.
But so does he.
Instead of you and I why can't this be we?
Do you hear me?;
Do you really concentrate on the things that I say and each breath that I take?
I'm reconsidering the hand I want to hold.
The heart that's in your head doesn't have to be so cold.
Don't play in the woods anymore.
I want to be precious to someone again.
But I can't be who I was before.
So can you love me the way I am?
Do you hear me?
Do you concentrate on the things that I fear and the people I hate?
I'm not believing the moments of projection.
Just tell me where to find myself; just show me the direction.
Do you hear me?
Do you pay attention?
This wall cannot cover your great apprehension.
I know you feel alone and unbelievably forsaken.
And though you are uncertain, I am a God who can't be shaken.
Don't play in the woods anymore.
I want to be precious to someone again.
But I can't be who I was before.
So can you love me the way I am...
...With my many faults and infinite breakdowns,
I know i'm unworthy but I need you now.
Redemption's bittersweet. And they will laugh at me,
I've learned in this life you must turn the other cheek.
I'm losing everything I've ever had...
But with me you're getting your life back.
It's time for you to trust and have that lust for life you need.
It's time for you to dance again and know you can be free.
There's nothing else to say.
Im only ready to be sure.
I found myself today ready to open the door...
Categories:
reconsidering, upliftinglife, me, life, love,
Form:
Verse
She was a jolly woman in her prime, a beauty
And she had a crush on the man who made her laugh
So thus enamored, she asked him, “Will you marry me?
She married to the whole man just only for his laugh.
A luxury reflex without having any apparent utility.
He laughed and made her laugh with silly sounds
Like a bad actor in a Dudley Do Right play.
He laughed with the people and at the people
She then listened to the actual sound of his laugh.
It didn’t make her heart go pitter patter
But infuriated her and weighed on her
And proved a bad medicine not healing her mind.
A day came when he laughed her out of his life.
Now reconsidering proper laughter the best medicine
She’s looking for the whole man with a real laughter.
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August 24, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Will you Marry Me by Judy Konos
Categories:
reconsidering, life,
Form:
Free verse
As your wicked fingers crawl onto the tightened metal,
I feel myself loosing control, reminiscing my presence
as if it is the holy lord's forbidden prayer,
That is toxic, yet it shows me the unknown fantasies...
As those pointed fleshes thrush onto the keys,
I dissolve in the waves of tunes
I give up on morals, logic,
I dance to the hymns of the unholy man...
As your wicked fingers dance around the accordion,
I see the ghoul of dust surrounding my skin
Naked then, to the music, I feel myself
The unpracticed pain relieves my heart...
The unsought melodies you play pierces my heart,
Beyond light, air or fluids, I see an aurora
In the aurora, I float and swim
I become whatever you make of me
Playing with my mind are those holy doomed fingers,
which I'll never resist, I would play on with the actions it does...
Reconsidering my existence to your tunes
I feel your beats becoming more and more cryptic, by the time
I want to see the enigma hidden behind those notes
As if you persuade me to do so with those masters you use to create magic...
Let me listen more, it soothes my ears
Let me feel more, it brightens my gloom
The glory must'n be lost, as it abides in the skies of the dukedom of its own
Millions live there, in a universe of passion and aggression
Let me seep in, let me see through
Let me watch it grow inside me
Let me become it, let me sow more
Let me be where I am right now
Let me fathom those wicked fingers...
-Adhyatmika Tripathi
Categories:
reconsidering, addiction, dance, fantasy, guitar,
Form:
Free verse
Nobody has ever won, excelled and thrived
without considering taking a risk once or twice;
why be afraid of destiny and miss out on glory?
I ventured on the wrong path without
wishing upon stars, without tossing a single dice
or even consulting that Romanian tarot
reader who grinned and compromised,
but that long path had only stones and
no glorious dreams for a little boy.
I sat on that river bend watching how it flowed
through harmonious hills, wishing the eastern wind
would have carried me to infinity:
like a beautiful and bright balloon that soared
to meet the widest and bluest sea thirty
six miles away, but so impossible it seemed
to float over the bubbling waters
and follow them until they mixed
with the rolling, foaming waves;
had I had more confidence
in myself by reconsidering
daring words such as these,
" Take a risk and start winning! "
no hope would have been dashed
to achieve what others already had!
Categories:
reconsidering, desire, destiny, dream, future,
Form:
Rhyme
Love and laughter go together
as do macaroni and cheese.
Like that noble dish of childhood
It’s a combo bound to please.
We laughed until the tears came
at gifted comics of our youth.
The golden age of radio,
it is called and that’s the truth.
My birth family would gather
after Sunday evening news
to listen to their silly antics
which could not help but amuse.
I had one older brother
who was a naturally born wit.
He could keep us all in stitches
and we never tired of it.
Later on the man I married,
kept me laughing all the time.
Laugher filled our lives with pleasure
though we seldom had a dime.
He and I sat nestled closely
as we watched the comics spoof.
Mad Red Skelton played a Santa
who kept sliding down the roof.
Our three beloved children
kept us laughing as they grew.
They all had a sense of humor
and could tell a story too.
Memories of my early childhood
are of laughter spawned from love.
Finding a mate who would laugh with me
was a blessing from above.
For Desiree's contest "Reconsidering Laughter"
Won a 3rd in the contest
Categories:
reconsidering, childhood, funny, love
Form:
Rhyme
One of my favorite things about you is your smile
But you rob me of it by trying to keep it hid
By covering it up
By trying to refrain
Just seeing you TRY to refrain cracks me up
Seeing you smile
Hearing you laugh
Brings such pure joy to my soul
So when you do, I drink it up
When I realize certain things you do
or certain things I do makes you laugh
Makes you smile all the way up to your eyes
I make note of it so I can use it
EVERY chance I get
Even if that means enduring something....
Gross
Weird
Risky
Silent but deadly
But hey a girl's gotta do
What a girl's gotta do
Even when you ask me
With a sly smirk on your face
"Pull my finger"
and you smile that wonderful smile
And I immediately start laughing
Although pulling the finger
Might result in something putrid
Any kind of embarrassing sound
"Basking in the ambiance"
I pull the "trigger"
Sometimes a sound follows
Sometimes it's a dud
But nonetheless
We burst out laughing
And I get to see you smile
Hear you laugh
All smells aside
All sounds aside
I'm am full of happiness
All because of the pull of a finger
(For the contest "Reconsidering Laughter" by Desiree Birdseye)
Categories:
reconsidering, funny, happinessme, me, smile,
Form:
Free verse
Hard thoughts can't melt like chocolate
Abiding by the rigid rules of the roulette
Pull down the ugly posters of mockery
Pour a sparkling glass of genuine irony
Illogical how frivolous minds can change
Nonsense to credibility inverting image
Encompassing the brain's viral intellect
Singling out the fallacy of insidious protest
Simply reconsidering another happy quest
Categories:
reconsidering, emotions, happy, irony, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
The paranoia you caused me triggered a change in my character my personality adapted to certain ways that weren't planned for and when challenged I latched on which created imbalancement with a chain reaction generating new clear embarrassment
Im channeling this energy you tried to erase taking the brace off the back that has carried it's weight
Im removing the scaffolding that's stood there in place establishing strength that stabalised the breakages we happened to face
While crafting our fate creating our demise manufacturing frames of mind causing brain damage and shakes and when I rewind it reminds me not get at it again I had some self restraint then when in that fragile state I backed away swearing I would never go back again
That's how I can stand here today explaining some issues because I love to hate you and f#**ing hate to miss you
Doesn't mean I wanna kiss you I ain't reconsidering distance because there isn't a chance of rekindling our spirits I'm just clearing up a few things like the source of interference after a years worth of disconnection because I don't wanna a see a fool in the mirror when I look at my reflection
Categories:
reconsidering, character, confusion, courage, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
March field
snow patched scars
deer forage
green stubble flirting
the ground parsimonious
its fast food scarcity
Deer raise their heads
regard my presence, murky
Their eyes clear, deep, almond round
shaking something in me
solemnizing freedom
Nature's rated stature
flecked streamlined beauty
compact torsos
triggered taunt launching
A thought that trophy room plundering
could cut nimble hoofers
complicated narrative
the jagged edge of hunting
Deer holding my fixed attention
that slips from boxed corners
making space for reconsidering
to forego what's crushing
a blend to nomadic tramping
competing urges
Rippled cues of wishing
to know life in rhythmic movement
to singe bits of living
blurred escape
like deer in hurdle leaps
to flee,
light flickering vanity
that craves invisible spaces
Poem revised: April 22, 2021
Categories:
reconsidering, animal, beauty, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I could be quicker to apologize
and more deeply reconsider
healthy and safe restitution
restoration
restoring right relationship
restorying win/win potential
resolutions
To become more integrally confessional
when I have lacked transparency
hidden by invulnerable
chauvinistic silence
Fearing to offend
on matters not deeply mattering
to me
but almost certainly significant
to this one before me
and/or those beyond me
who do care
However selfishly
needing to be heard
respected
Wanting to have control
over healthy
safe possibilities
truthful
potentially beautiful
where they have invested
Even though I may see
and hear their outcomes,
smell
and taste these same yields
touched
and felt too win/lose
zero sum infested
congested,
too hungrily ingested
injected
I would be quicker to apologize
reconsidering healthy and safe restitution
restoring right relationships
restorying win/win
cooperative
more inclusive
open
vulnerable
and yet resiliently resonant
robustly forgiving
co-invested
EarthTribal
resolutions.
Categories:
reconsidering, appreciation, forgiveness, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
What is our highest good
as parents,
grandparents,
children of WiseElder mentors,
mountains and valleys,
sun and moon,
planets and plants,
clouds and rivers,
trees and toads,
eagles and dragonflies,
and occasionally parents.
How do we kindly,
with integrity,
invite ourselves
our families
our tribes
and communities
toward more resilient polycultural health,
restoring justice as local through global peace,
reforesting PositivEnergy CoOperative Democracy
wherever our eyes
are happy to see?
How do we support ourselves
and our families
and resilient communities
in staying away from
pathological dangers,
chaos opposing integrity
by marketing itself
with pretentious
mendacious Theory.
There could be no chaos theory
any more than there could be an unorganized
thoroughly dissonant system.
Where will our great grandchildren
look back to find
their most resonantly healthy WiseElder Allies?
How will they frame their,
and our WinWin game,
Great Transitional gratitude
of and for healthy ZeroZone
polycultural regeneration
across space
and through time?
Our best bicameral balancing LeftYang Self
with RightYin not-not Sacred EarthSoul.
PositivEnergy Spirit
of LeftBrain EcoCentric imagination
resiliently resonant ZeroZone WinWin
co-arising EgoYang-EcoYinYin
EarthSoul DNA-RNA Zero-Sum Solidarity
rapture memories.
PolyPathic Left
co-arising
co-gravitating
dualdark YinSquared speed of light=PositivEnergy Yang,
polyphonically resonant,
double-binding Yang/Yin ZeroSum EarthSoul,
Resilient Heart-Theory
of ZeroSum co-arising
Prime Ta(0) Relationship.
Something in this notUniversal-notUnitarian bilateral integrity frame
ZeroSum Tit for Tat
is where I best care for my WinWin self
and best mentor my kids
to bilaterally engage
multicultural imagination
with healthy co-empathic memory
Memories reconnecting
reconsidering
reweaving
redeeming
our best cooperative highest good
for ourselves
for our families
for our schools
and communities
of WiseElder mutual support
with our plants
for this mutual holonically secular/sacred EarthSouled Tribe
Revolving together cooperatively
or further apart LeftBrain competitively
on our EarthBound
resilient
health journey
toward EarthSoul wealth.
Categories:
reconsidering, caregiving, community, education, family,
Form:
Political Verse
Passé is age.
You have sage.
Never believe that you were not the same in your younger days.
You know you are a savant of reflection.
Mystified are your people of your different directions.
Retro is your perspective.
Fashionably nostalgic is your drag.
Evocative becomes your swagger.
Reconsidering your arrogance, to ensure your expressive ways are not
embarrassing.
The exposition publically done is a meaning in discussion.
Retrospective are you as a renegade.
Faded dreams are obsolete memories.
Many steps you have taken to fulfill long-term goals.
The ladders of life are footstools.
When you peak, you should set another goal.
Retro is prospective also.
Your potential is implemented via open doors.
Forthcoming is a greater determination.
Real meaning to all your trials and trepidations is the manifestation of your
fundamental nature.
Appreciate the discipline of old-fashion ways.
The streets travelled are an achieved path that aspects life into schemes.
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Penned on June 03, 2014!
Categories:
reconsidering, appreciation, betrayal, career, change,
Form:
Rhyme
Give peace a chance, will those of nobility declare
Intelligence of spirit, who could ever compare
Valiantly fighting the evil in the world, unwilling to fail
Earnestly helping those needy, without ever becoming frail
Peacefully sacrificing time and energy without ever reconsidering
Endangering themselves to constantly make a difference
Antagonizing the establishment for an instance
Coming home with battle scars to wear and none to share
Emphasizing they are not heroes, only that "they care"
Angering all others, for showing they disagree
Considering the options with nowhere to hide
Hiroshima and its aftermaths, would never subside
Attempting to disrupt, what those warmongers insist
No necessity to justify, the results do persist
Coming full circle does our world continue to exist
Ending in oblivion, if we don't learn how to desist
Categories:
reconsidering, political
Form:
Rhyme