Best Balancing Act Poems
what forms shapes of thought
that understanding exists
between opposites
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languages and their meanings
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Life is filled with many ups and downs
The trick is to balance the smiles and frowns
It's certainly not easy
It can make you queasy
Perseverance is a must to avoid being drowned
© Jack Ellison 2015
which road will you Choose
there is only Three
each day all three Paths will confront you
i Caution you to ponder each course
Good Self Evil
They will Beckon your Hearts Desire
your Soul intuitively perceives each outcome
Yet
You are Master of Your Own Destiny
Love Oblivion Darkness
Beware of Your Own Charm
Mindfully Balanced
T R U T H
My kids like myself were instructed on how to wash clothes as soon as they were tall enough to reach into the basin without falling in. Parenting 101 calls this the see-saw or teeter-totter effect, whereby toddlers balance themselves on their bellys, feet dangling acrobatically off the washer machine lip scooping damp clothes onto the floor in order to place the articles in a dryer. Many arguments have been made on whether this helps or hinders a child.
I've watched my kids cry and tell on me to their momma. "Daddy won't let me eat or play or whatever (I told them to do) until I clean my room."
I gotta tell you, it's joy unspeakable! Almost to the point of tears falling on the pavement and forming a puddle kinda joy to know I prepared my kids to the best of my ability to overcome struggle and adversity.
I don't know if it's fair to say, but parents back in the day echoed a "don't depend on me, when you can do it yourself type attitude." I think in some ways nurture went to the wayside and that switch made it to our backside. In our attempt to add hugs and kisses while turning down the discipline, we created kids who are accustomed to having it their way. It's a balancing act. Parents try and find that balance, oftentimes, falling well short of the washer machine lip, praying God will clean up our act.
The joy I have is because her light bill is due but is making it work by candlelight. He's struggling to correct his adolescent mistakes. Hustling like a Martin Luther King speech, everyday puttin in work till his dream is lived in. The youngest is taking night classes in order to graduate on time.
Glory be to God. Message has been received. Don't depend on me, when you can do for you.
For times they fell into the washer machine and scuffed their foreheads, I'm genuinely sorry for that, but parenting is a balancing act.
Love is helping even after you're depleted and right when your about to fall in from grabbing a heavy load, they step in and say "Dad, we got this."
Hallelujah with a double amen!
The Balancing Act
It is as though I am constantly in a balancing act
I envy those that seemingly do not go through
This process of weighing things in my mind
Those like poker players that can go “all in”
Shove their chips into the middle of the table
As if there wasn’t even a fore thought involved
No, my mind has to go through “the process”
Is this a good decision or bad
What will be the consequences
Why am I doing this
What are the odds of something bad happening
How will the results affect my life
I look at the homeless who wander my streets
Judgment floods my mind
But is there jealousy at the heart of it
Is theirs a conscious choice
To have no bosses, no one to account to
Are they free from the balancing act
What of the daredevils that navigate Niagara falls
Who leap to peril, do they juggle their decision
Or is there absolute clarity of the mind
Pros and cons
Ins and outs
Good or bad
Happy or sad
Mad or glad
The balancing act
Andreas Simic©
To Shaman Aboriginals
"Dreamtime" was the virginity
Of the earth
Before the dirt
Was soiled by humanity
Using crystals or their bare feet
They harness the earth's energy
To channel the grid
Over which we live
To balance and restore harmony
(Austrialian Aboriginals)
Received 11th place in "The Shaman's Way" contest
Received 12th place in "5th poem on the soup" contest
Balancing Act.
When crossing the bridge I met a fairly famous poet,
he was balancing the bridge´s railing, absorbed in total
concentration; under him the river flowed white and wild.
Then he jumped to safety and collapsed, this because
he was blotto, with the help of a passerby we got him
to hospital where he was pumped.
When the poet was feeling better I asked him why he
was doing this balancing act and he said it was to cure
him of his depression, it had worked wonders, and free
of his compulsion he happily walked home to write
a poem about spring. A fast car hit the curb mounted
the pavement and killed our poet. Alas, when the paper
wrote about the accident it forget to mention he had
been a fairly famous poet.
Stay in middle of road
Not failure... or God!
Work... play
Alone... socializing
Makes complete life!
My faith hanging on a thread
All these thoughts pounding inside my head
So much on hanging onto this thin wire
My heart overpowered by desire
Am I right or am I wrong
Is this really where I belong?
So much is wrong, so much is right
But is this torture or delight
It's almost like I'm losing sight
From a light so blindingly bright
I feel safe and at home
But I sometimes feel so alone
It's a balancing act
I can't decipher what is false and what is fact
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The balancing act
New Year’s Eve how fine it was
Red wine and grilled meat
An exhibitionist dance alone
On wooden legs
Fell into a lake of wine almost
Drowned till someone pulled the plug
And he waded ashore to the strand of
Safe temperance
Today he sits in the corner of the restaurant
A plate of soup and a bottle of water
Around him, tables are full of revellers who
Try to stretch
The New Year Eve just a bit longer.
He looks at the people and wonders
Who will be alive next year?
L ovng and lenient
I ntiuitive and idyllic
B ashful but sometimes brazen
R omantic and reasonable
A lways seeking answers
THE BALANCING ACT
I woke up again, again and again,
Rewind the incidents that gasped before me;
I was a freak at that time, there I was saved by a matriarch,
Oh! I was dried and dehydrated yesterday –
In a place where full of delicate young beings who were glossed up well “Outer mostly”,
But, did you think they came and helped me out;
Of course, you were right they didn’t,
Instead, they looked at me as if I’m a kind of Plague
I’m suddenly filled with an urge to clasp them to death,
But there came my matriarch, who was in mid-sixties
You know she saved me there without anyone around her,
Even she helped me to get out from the second-hand being’s place too.
But, before I turn to thank that matriarch,
she fled from this menacing world which is full of minacious people.
Then, here I am
waiting to pay back to balance the Act.
My inner psyche wanted to do something,
But in me there is nothing.
I find out all the things,
And ready to fly for today with my wings.
Then I halt my legs at the bus stop casually,
where you could get a glimpse of human heads manually.
I frowned and looked over a white angel;
Which you can place under the category of a tween,
with wavering hairs that were flattering all over the shoulder like Caffeine.
But there came her bad luck she didn’t witness the Drumper which is
Ready to transform the white to muddy color.
I pulled her out like a Guardian angel to save the white angel,
Hurry, I am well pleased now,
Since the Act is balanced,
No, No, “The Balancing Act” it was.
Let's be fair meet in the middle
Let's each do our share
Do like in any other real partnership
AP: 1st place 2025
Annoyances add up so fast
That sometimes you might be aghast
When life does prolong
All the things going wrong
And your stress level can’t be surpassed.
For somehow when nits multiply,
Even calm people cannot deny
That each problem presents
Such a knot that prevents
Peace of mind and I’d like to know why.
I guess life’s a balancing act
And the odds against joy have been stacked.
If you’re happy one day
It gets taken away;
That’s a guaranteed bona fide fact.
I have spiritual callings, personal dreams
and a bunch of stuff in between.
My aspirations are many, so
how do I pursue them all?
I believe the answer is in mastering the
balancing act.
The hardest part of the balancing act is
adjusting to the unexpected
It’s like you’re walking a tightrope from
building to building, with 12 plates in
each hand, and 6 textbooks on your head.
You finally get your balance right –
one step, two step…and then comes the
gusting winds, 15mph stronger than before.
A squirrel has discovered and boarded the
tightrope, creeping towards your big toe
and mistaking it for an acorn.
You are forced to readjust and improvise,
losing plates and textbooks as you do.
But how many items you are able to keep
on the way to the other side does not
determine if you have mastered the
balancing act or not
The key is to accept that it’s life’s ritual to
throw you off balance
Then, you will have harmony within yourself,
conquering every obstacle as you continue to
move forward.