Best Balance Beam Poems
I can't recall exactly when
Life swung and hit me on my chin
I"m ashamed to say, it knocked me cold
When I came to, I woke up old
While I was out, I had a dream
Of juggling on a balance beam
While jumping hoops, upon one leg
And one wrong move, cost one nest egg
Was it yesterday or the day before
I had it all but wanted more
When days were long and fears were short
Carouse by day, at night cavort
Yesterday, less was more
It must have been the day before
I wish I'd seen life's sucker punch
'cause now my memory's out to lunch
by Daniel Turner
Teachers, Teachers.
Teachers Teach us.
They give us speeches and praise us like Jesus
But they're not holy, swag.
They cater solely, for themselves; So selfish.
Some are rude and crabby; So shellfish.
There are fat teachers, black teachers white teachers, nice teachers mean teachers, Chinese teachers short teachers, tall teachers real teachers, fraud teachers They all have one thing of mutuality It's the reality that their mentality is somewhat less of a formality
But in actuality an amorality to separate individuality and callously cause a casualty within the academy!
This insanity is why humanity can embarrass me because instead of practicalities teachers search for cavities, abnormalities, incapacities and irrationally devise a strategy to tactfully act valiantly.
But will still unhappily fail students for what they see is blasphemy its fallacy!
This rhapsody I tragically quote rapidly will acidly still be viewed as a travesty
And I'll still disastrously speak profanity to the faculty And keep my centre of gravity up like I'm on a balance beam.
I aim to be satisfactory, not great or any better
This madness will fractionally cause my fatality but ill happily see every person that ever doubted me praising me surrounding me clouding me with a comradely like I Just saved the galaxy
And naturally I'm a hero nationally for upstaging our teachers vanity
This Veracity for becoming an anomaly has fuelled my heart with audacity and now I sit lavishly lacking the spirituality to gallantly care about this municipality that we live in
And teachers teach in so I guess my speech ends with a brief description of some frequent fiction Teachers, if we speak up Will you freakin listen? Because this cheap conviction of you I speak is different.
Simone Biles holds the World Championship,
gymnastics has always been her t r u e dream-
She GLOWS with beauty performing tough flips,
adored by her grace on the balance beam.
E l e g a n c e revealed on the dancing floor,
each girl so delicate with their routines-
While the whole entire crowd demands for more,
they show superb effort as a WHOLE team.
DESTINY awoke with the “Final Five”,
group of girls chosen to come out on top-
For excellence did each one of them strive,
not once did their d e t e r m i n a t i o n stop.
The USA g y m n a s t i c s team won more
much earned gold medals than EVER before.
Olympic Mania
Date Written: August 30, 2016
I heard the tale of Humpty Dumpty who sat on a wall,
and how he managed to have a terrible and fatal fall.
But let me be the first to set the record straight,
everything that happened that day was not fate.
Humpty was a rising and upcoming gymnast,
that could do flips on the balance beam really fast.
He had enemies that hated him to the core,
they wanted to be Him,and so much more.
So one day they greased down the infamous wall,
Dumpty practiced there everyday, they knew he’d fall.
Until this day no one knows the true story,
It was the biggest lie told in modern history.
My father was a king's horseman and a gymnast,
and helped kill him and think of a lie that would last.
6-28-18
A Creator Variation (1)
Part I:
When I was four and
You, precognizant either of our DNA or
An epidemic rippling through the stomach fat of the nation,
Enrolled me in gymnastics, I was
Not so young that I didn't know
My preferences.
More specifically, I knew that
Bounding the trampolined length of the room was fun and
So were skin-the-cats
(Despite the overtly cruel, cruel name).
Days when the heavens-bound rings dropped to
Lift our feet in one, brief swing of fairyhood
Were treasured as one might costume jewelry,
Or as the memory of that lump of brown sugar,
Tasted just once, when mother thought it would satisfy
Rather than create a craving.
Some authorities discourage letting your child flip
And tumble with abandon, while
We breathed more breaths as
Our young, disadvantaged lung capacity struggled
To keep pace with our bouncing.
But balance beam days were bad days.
When you can still walk under the balance beam without
Ducking or concussing yourself, I don't see why
They make you clamber atop it twice a week when
You're just going to fall.
After us kids had enough of braining and winding ourselves,
We would swing from the beams,
Suffering the sand paper because we preferred
To land on our feet.
We felt quite capable of walking in a straight line,
But sensibly we did it on the ground.
Her life is a circus
Making a clown of herself
Lacks substantial purpose
Balance and health
One rope to another
Rocking her balance beam
The circus is her lover
Together they scream
Blackened tears
Lips a horrid maroon
Juggling fears
Her life, a cartoon
Such an imagination
Seeing what doesn't exist
An awkward conversation
No partner to assist
Suddenly a spider
Her safety net, a web
She grabs a fly to ride her
Lands in a pool of red
People gather around
Curious to see
Her body on the ground
Her final act, a mockery
Her 5 minutes of fame
Detours and yellow tape
Chalk outlines the frame
Of what she couldn't escape
An eye witness chimed in
Giddy and camera ready
He saw her on the end
Trembling and unsteady
Intently, he watched
Gravity run it's course
It didn't appear botched
Invisible was the source
Following her brief report
They aired the walking dead
Her existence fell short
Not one viral thread
She's an eighteen year old young lady
Who came from San Jose, California
And along with her teammates they won the gold.
She's Amy Chow and a very lucky young lady
Because she took a nasty fall from the balance beam
Just weeks before the Atlanta Olympics started
But she got up and finished her routine
And that was the only reason she competed.
She let her heart, dedication, and determination come shining through
When she got back on the apparatus and finished competing
Because she had an injury to one of her eyes
And could only see out of one of her eyes.
Then at the 1996 Summer Olympic Games
She excelled at the event she specialized in
With a finish in the top eight on the Uneven Bars
And moved on to the Individual Event Finals
Where she had a tie for the silver medal.
The first time I saw her compete
She became an almost sweetheart to me
But now she is my third sweetheart.
Character mellows down
As time moves on
It goes up and up it never loosens
Sometimes, down and down it drowns
Ascent is rare but it takes also descent
When you have reached top it prints a dent
In life, remember
Humans drift once in a while
And while the balance beam
You can’t get condone
Maybe reprieve, censure and triumph
But, don’t ever miss a stone unturned
Lessons of life is rather fine.
sunshine bends a knee in vigil
seeking absolution's hell
the steeper edge of steel
balance beam of a trail
the driving wheel
is Spiked for the kill
a heart in trespass
rigged like a printing press
cut from raw intensity
a Bad seed wild and free
blood of my blood is destiny's tongue
the devil is my kin
swimming in gin
drowning inside to simply be still
sinking deeper into gradual
furious and gently we lose will
angel’s tears fill my quill
shedding the reach of a mind idle
regrettable and suicidal
a ledge’s last chance to dance
this box in need of one last nail
leaving with a tourniquet smile
defined failure
bluffing on a blind
no chance of a winner
Terry Darcy-Ryan
Gymnasts on the balance beam,
Poised and in control;
Somersaulting, toes a'point -
Gold their longed-for goal.
Dusted hands for surer grips,
Hair slicked back from faces;
Ready to perform what they've
Perfected through their paces.
Eyes like lasers, bodies taut,
They spring and bolt and leap,
Doing the routines they've practiced
Even in their sleep.
One false move, though, poof! it's gone -
The years and the years of training.
Through the smiling mask, we see
The hope so quickly draining.
Still, we must applaud their skill.
They've made it to the dance,
And though they may not medal there,
At least they had the chance.
Limit pushed to the balance beam
A limit point that is not as it seems
Figuratively missing the true meaning
Limit pushed to the balance beam
An act with more pressure to stick
A life that is a limit point that is as it seems
With more expectations than belief
Limited pushing of our own balance beam
Minds decision that is weighed
Right and Left vision with a judgement day
Daily testing the mental lapse
Where feeling defeated leaves a heart filled with gaps
Tearing a person from limb to limb
Feeling defeated as an excuse to giving in
Never a thought that falters to escape
The minds ability to overcome in a positive way
To turn around a frown that once was upside down
A fleeting moments thought that flicks by
To remind oneself how to still smile
Though the feeling lingers all the while
Limit that was pushed to balance on the beam
An exercise of truth to lies within the recess of mind
That extends to reach far beneath any true defeat
Mentally figuring that a mind is never complete
Our natural inclination is to achieve balance,
Like on the teeter-totter, seesaw, or balance beam
So difficult in life, like standing on the point of a lance.
Life can sometimes remind us of a humorous meme;
Other times we are torn by suffering and strife,
Almost as though fate, fortune or the gods may deem.
Such are the stark vicissitudes of the commonplace life
We are constantly buffeted about by storm and fear,
When we are out-of-balance, on the edge of the knife,
It behooves us to remember that God is very near,
That we are never alone through the good and bad
And, we must never be reluctant to shift our gear.
EIGHTH PLACE WINNER
Written February 25, 2022
Especially for “Consciousness Fulcrum” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
I am the new Reaper.
Stealing souls as I walk across shattered glass meadows.
Taking life from both young and old.
Leaving pain and hate to be consoled.
Breaking promises and crushing dreams.
Turning life into a balance beam. (don’t fall)
This job of mine, my duty, my life,
Is constantly causing pain and strife.
I did not choose it to be this way,
But an order from the sun’s brightest ray.
I am the Elemental daughter Princess of time;
The end of a life’s worthy climb.
Towering
Heavenly wood
Mount Olympus
awaits
Hermes hustles
Wings flailing
Seeking higher ground
Elemental gossip.
Aphrodite's eros oozes
bombastically from the cargo net
onlookers salivate.
Poseidon glares from the pit
monitoring his realm
for rapacious rambunctious rascals.
Apollo's mirth emanates
atop the monkey bars
emotions elevate.
Ares hangs by fingertips
below
scanning for signs of his
next blow.
Persephone checks herself
slide in-view
wandering if she'd ever get that
tattoo.
Hades peers up through the cracks
from down bellow
Lamenting on his bad boy role.
Artemis finds her center
in no time stat
balance beam barely buckles.
Sticky quicksand
swallows my feet.
The arena's stacked.
Better get a move on
Mom's sure to call
grape juice slurped
bugger all.
Up, down, up and down
The movement of my emotions
Contrary to a child on a seesaw
This undulation is not enjoyable.
The abrupt changes make me dizzy.
Whirling, whirling, “ashes, ashes
We all fall down,”
Yet I don’t get back up.
Tired, frustrated, upset, confused,
Are only a few of those emotions
That are whirling through my mind.
I’m caught in a current that is
Pulling me towards destruction
“we fall down, but we get up”
“We fall down, but we get up”
These words are chanting in my brain
Suddenly my withered flower is in full bloom.
Having new hope, I remember that
“a saint is just a sinner who fell down”
But the catch is he “then got up.”
Now my teeter-totter of emotions
Has become a balance beam of hope.
My emotions are more steady
But it is easier to fall off,
Yet the ultimate coach is there to guide me along
Holding my hand, keeping me strong.