"reconsidered" poems
A Hebrew Prayer from the Sabbath Morning Service
THESE ARE THINGS that are limitless,
of which a person enjoys the fruit of the world,
while the principal remains in the world to come.
They are:
honoring one’s father and mother,
engaging in deeds of compassion,
arriving early for study, morning and evening,
dealing graciously with guests,
visiting the sick,
providing for the wedding couple,
accompanying the dead for burial,
being devoted in prayer,
and making peace among people.
But the study of Torah^ encompasses them all.
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I briefly considered editing, adding to, rephrasing this translation.
But reconsidered almost immediately, and instead wrote this down.
Among the things that are limitless perfect is this prayer.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
Online deals are the best distraction
for the leaky feeling in my chest.
Every click wipes a drip.
A shopping cart comprised of sale items,
the pair of oddly patterned socks,
suspenders no one will ever wear,
men's sweater in an extra-small,
an obscure band shirt-
all unwanted sitting in a 20 dollar cart.
I want them.
5 more dollars and it's free shipping.
Throw in unpopular shades of makeup
and a friendship bracelet.
Looking forward to the delivery man.
So involved in the next best sale-
the pain of neglect is removed with mail.
**i am in the clearance section-
waiting to be reconsidered
my emotions are overstock-
please pick one up half-off.**
Sometimes I never complete my purchase.
Imaginary carts of imaginary feelings.
Dump them away and forget their existence.
Someone else might see their worth
and make me wish I bought them first.
Rainy day
a broken package.
my leaky heart
drenched in mud
**wash me don't
leave me
don't forget me in the
mailbox by the door.**
Only 5 bucks.
**don't return me
to the store.**
It was free shipping.
**i promise i can be
more**
Fine, I'll take it.
Months of dust.
**i am sitting in the drawer,
wondering why you even bought me.
just because i was on sale-
now you never look my way.**
Off to goodwill.
Consumer's guilty pill.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
I just watched a short film
of flowers
in fast motion
and I decided
that flowers try, too,
and that they struggle
and toil
like we all do,
and I like to reconsider
what the holy men
have said,
because maybe
they were wrong
and just saying things
like we all do,
and I like to doubt
the holy books
because they might be wrong
and just saying
old, handed-down garbage
or maybe not,
so I reconsidered the lilies
and found that they do indeed
toil and spin,
and they do dress nicely.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 8:21 AM UTC
Restructured
The fiber of my being
Reordered
The placement of my priorities
Reconsidered
The core of truths validity
Realigned
My moral compass and sense of duty
Rediscovered
The spark of my life and ingenuity
Recommited
Life
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
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Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 5:50 PM UTC
**May the roof above us never fall in?
and may we friends gathered below never fall out.
May the good saints protect us
And bless us today
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way: quote from an Irish blessing**
~~~~~~~~~~
When the living pretend to don’t care
About Obamacare, or this new healthcare
in this year of two thousand and seventeen
His legacy is Washington new vanishing act
They daunting faces, as they smirked in triumph
The poor man burden, once again is left out in the dark
Washington DC is becoming the number one soap opera
An uncaring state of mind for the men in black
Who hold the magic key, who hired the pied piper?
Will pay the price: the cry that will get us the most
is the cry of the children, in the final hours?
The wine bottle glugging sound effect as they praise
Cork popping, family bawling, and once again
We march for justice, when the living pretend to don’t care
Delay and Repeal:
I have not the power to stop them in the tracks,
All I can do is to write lousy poetry
reconsidered this bill: You have won
Now think of last man in the race:
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
bought for my house, have reconsidered, it will be for you.
a gift, alongside other gifts. look after it.
found in a fishing shop. gentle hue, alongside
floats, and fish lures, now that is a wonderful
word.
over the road, the water man said all looked well,
so we glanced out at the muddy building mess.
they knocked down houses and trees you know.
driving home was all autumn and bluster.
i shall buy a pink ball for the house,
another time.
sbm.
note. there is no photograph.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
*Sometimes I think;
therefore, sometimes I am.*
Sometimes I’m not sure.
Those are the best times,
when uncertainty renders me
an electron only knowable
by observing where it’s been;
a statstical state of non-being
where all wonders coexist,
where what I might be
is more real than what I am.
A dreamer dreaming dreams
in the presence of reason.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
I decided to make the cross from the bathroom to my bedroom quick.
Everyone was already sleeping so all the lights in the house were off.
As I stepped from the light to the dark I was blinded, but I knew someone else could see.
As I stood at my door a second or two to open it, I felt a presence approach.
But I rushed into my room because I'd rather not know.
I closed my door and almost locked it, then reconsidered, in case I had to get out.
My blankets and sheets were on the bed, as I had just laundered them.
I stared at the door as I made my bed, 'cause I knew something was out there.
I avoided turning my back to the door so as to not be vulnerable.
I stared at the door as I pulled the cover back and lay down.
I was turning off the light but quickly flicked my head back over, I know I heard something.
There's a wolf outside my door.
There are Wolves outside my door.
They might be feasting on the others.
I'm the only one who sleeps with the door shut.
I procrastinated turning off the light before finally accepting nothing was going to happen.
But there's still something out there, I can feel it in my spine.
There are Wolves out there waiting to consume me as soon as my eyes shut.
My flesh, my body, my soul, my entire being, my very essence, they're waiting.
I've got work tomorrow, and school as well, I have to go tomorrow.
Hell, I hate both, but if needing to go keeps me alive, I can't die now.
I'm staying awake because I want to be ready to run when the Wolves come in.
I just turned the light back on, I want to know what's around me.
But now that I think about it, I'm letting them know I'm here.
I wanted to affirm their lack of presence, but just confirmed my own.
There's Wolves,
Outside my door,
Outside my window,
Inside my closet,
Under my bed,
Inside my head,
And they won't leave,
Not until I'm dead.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
In midst of thunderstorms I could see a house
Standing under a tree, eyes wide open
Rain have never poured more
Wind could not shout more
Sweat was blending with water on forehead
Sweat of failure, sweat of rejection
I knew I won’t enter, I knew I won’t knock
But then I saw lights turned on.
Invitation was mocking, possibilities were low
Will get grains only if you sow
Doors won’t remain open forever
Wait someone wants to enter
Inside was dry and warm
Fireplace was on, bar was open
Took what I see, spent what I owned
This is meant for me, I am meant for this
Attraction hypnotized deeply
Should it be a palace, who else could be the king?
Jolly heart then saw an ugly shadow!
The supposedly king was shown a visitors queue.
Eyes see with minds sight
Brain a diseased brain with optimism
Hunting Bear looks like black pet dog
Only when you are near enough to be prey
But when love hits, numbness surrounds
Considered taming a bear
Reconsidered retried insist pushed
But can a tide be turned
Woosh! Waash! Washed away
How long a castle of mud stands?
It waits for its wave to spread where it belongs
For other dreamers to try there skills?
With the fallen castle i still dream
Had i erected it a bit farther..
Had i put more effort..
But what could be a life in sand castle?
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
When I first set eyes upon you,
It was my soul that reached out to say "hello".
Those blue eyes beat the ocean's beauty in an instant.
And you led the way to go.
You taught me about appreciation,
How, in this world, we must give and take.
I reconsidered how easily I forgot,
And forgave, every single mistake.
You brought me into your home,
And sat with me through the dark.
Together, we lit up candles,
And enlightened up a world, with just the smallest spark.
You showed me to the world,
Then showed the world to me.
I admit I was frightened at first,
But then I learned what it felt like to be free.
We were meant to be,
You and I.
It was written in stone.
It was written in the sky.
We were destined for each other,
We both had lessons to be learned:
You needed to learn how to love,
And I needed to learn how it felt to be burned.
Freedom is nonexistent,
In a world riddled with hate.
We all must learn how to be adaptive,
In a world controlled by fate.
A wind blew so heavy,
During another darkened night,
And extinguished all our candles,
And we sat again without light.
I used to think our hearts were like locks,
And out there, someone had the key.
So when you try to open a lock with the wrong one,
Your result is you and me.
I loved how easily I forgot,
And forgave, every single mistake.
And how everyone just knew I was grateful,
Without immediate give and take.
I loved how no chains could link us,
And how there were no dependencies.
Back when we were wanderers out there,
Still searching for our keys.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
This **** ............................................. I reconsidered
The more money the more problems that get delivered
I'm a snake but you'll never catch me slither
I'm a bank the money flows in like a river
I'm a tank in war destroying the modern ******
I'm a thank the lord 4 making me even richer
I'm a rank some more and then I'll reconsider
I'm a beast at heart a lyrical Picasso at this art
I'm a million miles a head you billion dollar fake
So **** what you think & give back the money you take
And leave alone the hard working money I make
And sit back and take a hit like a sack
Man I'm a poet the more u hear the more u know it
I'm a profit a million here no need to show it
I got one shot at life & I'll be ****** if I blow it
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
Name : Dating Today
Poet : Phyll
Genre : Love/sacrificing
/communication/
understanding
Compromising
Year : 2018
P/SwNo. : 305
( Content;- so lately everyone hase been complain about their partner doing AbCd and it's like we are almost giving up on them but have you ever reconsidered looking back to where you official originated from? Haha... Enjoy)
DATING TODAY
As authored By Phyll
Dating Today,
Its all about who cares most but shows it less,
Its all about confusing each others minds;
Using simple media such as what'sapp,
facebook and telegram,
Its all about feeling pain because the other party didnt reply to my text quick,
Didn't send a friend request
Or
Didn't like a simple pic i uploaded,
Its all about really wanting to speak to someone but delaying a reply for more days so as u wouldnt be seen as the easy one...
Haha
Oh my!
Dating today,
It's all about;
'I am afraid to send the first text because this will make me seem weak,'
Its all about;
'Yeah i'll hang out with you,
But!
I cant let go of my phone.'
It's all about;
'I can't date a person who tags me in all their pics',
Just because they want to make you a part of their life,
Its all about really liking someone, But
Not making the first move!
Jus because that makes u uncool.
Yes
You may...
Call me old fashion,
But I like the early dating,
The ones our folks used to have,
The ones in which papers flew,
Cause phones didnt exist in convos,
And if at all they existed,
They were put aside.
Because...
There was nothing more important in a relationship,
Than communication!
After all phones were only for the rich or rather phones were treasures of those days if i may put it so.
The kind of relationship which lasted,
For more than 100 years.
Made jaws drop!
Haha...
Imagine
From:
'I love you'
To:
'I have you'
Still wondering as to how a relationship can last that long!
If i was asked today;
Phyll,
Which couple do you like most?
I would look back,
And say;
My grandparent's relationship at the most!
I know you're about to ask me;
But Phyll,
Why them?
I'll answer even before you ask.
This is because;
At the rate they were when i first met them as a grown up,
That is to say;
They are defeating the world of dating today!
Challenge;
How many times do you think your grandparents did quarrel before having their first born?
Yet they defeated that an still made a lee way for you to exist in this universe...
My friend
We are all UPGRADED SPERMS!
Sue me if you want
So long as i feed you the truth,
And
NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH
So
When you fight,
Just see that as a flight.
Hold on tight,
Then let the future be bright.
For that's your Right!
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Flowing out of every pore
Reconsidered by every nerve
Are the things we reject
And the things we serve
Chained by our emotions
Freed by our loneliness
Courage from passion
Apprehension from sadness
I know I know I know
I know why
I know why you are afraid
You’re afraid of another lie
I can’t I can’t I can’t
I can’t promise
I can’t because I’m not ready
It’s easier to be honest
Standing in the doorway
As my eyes ask the question
My heart pretends not to know
Who will hear my confession
I want you to forget everything
Forget yesterday and tomorrow
This is no time for hesitation
This is no time for sorrow
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
Why is it so lonely without you?
Why after trying million times
To be normal, i find it so cold
So lost n blank, without any clue?
Where is that love gone?
The innocent stares, like twirls of air
Which got me so out of place
Where's that warmth of the dawn?
Why do we fight irrelevantly?
Why can’t it be like before
Just the both of us, without the world
To interfere n treat us unjustly?
Is it wrong to love? to find happiness?
Coz if it is then i admit, I'm guilty
But can’t the punishment be reconsidered
And made a little less?
Why do we suffer this gap?
We don’t need this anyway
Why can’t we start afresh, kick the society
Live forever happily in nature's lap?....
Answer me.......i need you :'( ...n need u just d way u r.......forever..till infinity and beyond
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 11:03 AM UTC
When I consider how my days are spent,
with work that leads to work, with little time for meditation
except for a few moments, now and then
on trains, or planes, or in the car,
at times I feel our Western civilization,
may not have taken us so very far.
Not that I am ungrateful for electric light:
it eases one of our deepest fears -
of nights that cast a dazzling darkness on creation
until another sun returns it to our appreciation.
Yet I do wonder if our brilliant sight
derived from deftly harnessed natural powers
makes us indeed see more of that strange world of ours
than saw an old man's dimming vision under candlelight.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
I can't remember the last time
I dreamed
And that makes me sad
Almost nostalgic
For those days when my brain was too full
To not dream
Those days that marked me
Colored me full
Colored me pretty
And interesting
Like the pages of a printed
Special movie edition book
Now I'm more like
An old leatherbound cookbook
Beaten and worn from past usage
Torn pages
Yellowed corners
Used
But might as well be empty because I am used no more
Full of beautiful recipes and possibilities
But too weak and fallen apart
To be reconsidered
I can't remember the last time I laughed
With someone who understands me
With someone who couldn't say
"Oh that's so funny"
When I tell a joke that's not
And instead berates me
For being so lame
But in a loving way
But this does not make me nostalgic
Because you always find someone better
People come and go
So do dreams I suppose...
Somehow it's different
Somehow it's not the same
I need to have dreams to know I'm still alive inside
And people can only prove I've got a physical body
That's all
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
cigarettes steal my boyfriend from me
every thirty minutes now, not just at night but daily
a hit before you leave, a **** when you get home
it seems like the only thing you do is smoke
stop a conversation for it
no matter what help you get, you just cant quit
intimacy doesnt matter
unless cigarettes are reconsidered
tired of never being enough
tired of fighting, tired of rough
attempts to help your pathetic addiction
the only thing that it does is cause confliction
in our relationship, to your pocket,
to your dads ******* life
you couldnt quit cigarettes
if to your throat, there was a knife
it doesnt matter who they ****
or how they make me feel
or how you act
as long as you get that hit
youll be happy at last.
im tired of them,
im done with this.
just want to move on with my life
from all this artificial bliss
stupid waste of time
stupid waste of life
im above this ****
and i want you to be too.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
I was not hungry, yes,
the scraps had kept me alive.
Unlovable, an orphan
I had accepted what I was served.
My body received yours
gratefully, yes.
Because it seemed inevitable
that I would lay under you,
so I did not fight it.
What use was there
in fighting it
it was too loud,
and too big.
How could I have lived those years
with a voice?
When you are alone in the world
you make do.
I had wanted
your face
millimeters from mine,
but I reconsidered, yes
an arm’s length was enough.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
It is not a place of distance, but a place apart.
My teeth get ***** just like my thoughts and heart.
I have yet to find the purpose,
and acknowledge what it's worth.
The straps on my watch have broken,
But hands are always moving.
I remember the look of your eyes
as you slipped past conscienceness into a world unspoken.
Muscles stiff, and bones locked.
Lips losing life. All was blue.
I held up your head, eyes rolling back--
I had to leave the room.
I cried by the window.
Those eyes, your eyes,
were not yours for that moment.
It is not a place of distance, but a place apart.
I have brushed my teeth,
and reconsidered it all.
Our hearts continue to beat,
and you have risen from your fall.
I may not have found the purpose,
but I've still got the time.
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
Everyone lauds the sunny day
They lavish them with praise.
It's such an easy proposition
In warmth and golden haze.
But it is, I'd say, a refinéd taste,
When the day dawns bleak and grey,
To find the joy of heavy clouds
That bubble-wrap your day.
And oh, the ones with pouring rain?
Many call them vile
The drum of raindrops on one's roof
Brings to me a smile.
A wailing wintry driving blizzard?
You declare it all so rotten.
Yet my heart gets a pleasant lift
From a landscape wrapped in cotton.
Now slush-and-sleet-filled days in March
Are a horrible kind of weather
I fear it seems to void my thesis
And bring to no one pleasure.
It erodes the denizens' state-of-mind
Optimism quite diminished
Everyone with tempers short
All wishing it were finished.
Oh, for a bright day in July
With no one getting huffy,
A golden sun that rules the sky
And clouds so big and fluffy.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
Missing Emotion,
I've a rather short temper...
Why can't i be as happy
As I was the time before?
"Shut up!" one said,
"You're so annoying!"
Never mind, I've reconsidered,
I like being void of emotion.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 1:56 PM UTC