Reconsidering Poems

Mindful Systems

Today, please join me
in considering this question:

What are your most resilient characteristics
of your own healthy caring system?

And what could this possibly have to do 
with holes and poles,
whole open systems 
and bilateral space/time 
Here/Now dipolarities?

insies v outies
informing and outflowing
inhale v exhale
breathlessly in-between
eternal surfing back and forth
of thrusting time
in dynamically inspiring space
actively anticipating
GrandMother Moon's
peak and valley cooperative
full bipolar whole hemispheres 
and renewing empty hole
dark promise to dipolar co-arise
co-invested
co-passionate experiences
once again

Reconsidering
our most resilient characteristics
as a healthy 
caring 
integrally connected EarthTribe 

With panentheistic preferences
feeling both Holy and Holonically NatureSpirited 
in peak Win/Win passionate mind
pleasuring body rememories

Considering this question
of dark Trauma Prevention
wounded light TherapyReception 
co-investments
redesigning more resiliently polypathic 
co-infested neurosystems.

Healthier Education

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.

God With Journalists About Lucifer

“Sorry, I’m not reconsidering Lucifer’s expulsion.
I’d had him kicked out with obvious revulsion,
The entire saga wearing My Divine Compulsion”
While still felt by My Angels The Celestial Convulsion!
 
And that was the much God had for The Journalist 
For every snatched story daring some twists
And sometimes from their live interviews
Hatching a few more with sleazy reviews …

Thus, from God, it was ‘A No-No-No!’
To all The Jotters with Pens ‘A Go-Go-Go!’
“Please, not on this sensitive subject
You all have your silly object”

God – Really, quite A Government Official
About his tours officially unofficial,
Now, sensibly showcasing a Man
Out to disappoint The Camera Man …

I agree with God: Lousy Men of Press,
Who long to every secrecy address,
Yet knew this had to do with His Stool
And Eyeing Lucifer’s role of a Wise Fool …

Tonight

Tonight I will write
no profound verse,

nothing negatively terse – 
alternately worse,

I will only, in my reconsidering mind
and multi-chambered, often corrosive heart, 
rehearse my better, positive part; where
I should and could mostly dwell, hearkening to
heaven's angels,  as opposed to earth's usual 
demons of Waring hell.... 

of a world on the brink,
the poison man's ill temperament
is too quickly to buy and drink – 

Tonight, I will not think, of man's moral stink,
but focus on sweeter scents, those of springtime's
charming, whirling nectars; and a bright moon without a tinge
of hazy blue – I will plant new garden memories
for the now season of fresh cultivation, rotating my 
gifted seeds as a respectful steward, not wanting to deplete
the soul of a fertile land on loan – pausing to listen
to the awakening, champagne fizz of gentile showers,
the aeration of my crops~
uncorking, nose tickling 
delightful pops....

Nomads

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

A Shadow of the Former You

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

Happiness-Acrostic

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

Take a Risk and Start Winning

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!

Retroactive

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!

Reconsidering Laughter Contest

When I was young I laughed at everyone  
made fun of others that I should not have done
I had no regrets never looked back, til now  
when I see Desiree's contest and it shakes me somehow 
 
It says to reconsider laughter and I feel chills in my bone
like the time I skipped school then lied once at home
Or the night I was drunk and let my mom down
Her mom had died and I was no where to be found

All of a sudden the laughs seem to haunt 
To awaken my soul and make me just want
To reconsider the fool that I have been
Pray Lord forgive me for laughing in sin.

                     *****
Contest: Reconsidering Laughter
Sponsor: Desiree Birdseye
Submitted by: Judy Konos

Laughter- the Luxury Reflex

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

To Laugh Or Not To Laugh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Entered in Desiree Birdseye's contest
"Reconsidering Laughter"

How To Lose a Bikini

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

Living With Laughter

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

Pull of a Finger

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


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