Best Equalizing Poems
Sing me a song of a world in which everyone is equal
Read to me from a book of harmony that has a sequel
Tell me a tale of people who live a happy balanced life
Show me faces of men and women untouched by strife
Mathematically, an equation deals with variables and a solution
Environmentally, a well balanced world would have no pollution
Equalizing factors would never be determined by color or age
Every human would be treated alike, giving no cause for rage
Nature balances our climate; Spring is the time of new birth
Heat of Summer brings the rains, giving life to Mother Earth
Autumn is impartial, displaying fallen leaves in colored hues
Winter paints a cooler world in snow whites and icy blues.
Equations must be balanced, correct if both sides are the same.
Problems must be solved by everyone so peace we can claim.
Variables exist but all factors need values that can be measured.
It's the only way a viable solution will be found and treasured.
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March 4th, 2016 Equation Contest by: Anthony Slausen
It’s a painful process.
But the pain soon fades away.
A doubtful option.
Stay away.
Stray away.
No one thinks they can over come it.
So it’s the avoidness they wish to take.
I embrace it.
For I find an inspiration.
A realization.
A fast liberation.
Because I say, bring it on.
I like the fight.
I like the struggle.
And once I overcome that bridge.
All I see is fire.
Equalizing myself to be alone on the other side.
But being alone is the other way to survive.
I will survive.
I will strive.
Because the only one that I can fully trust.
Is me, myself, and I.
Come hither my daughter nay,
Rest your weary brow.
Let thou' est tears flow freely,
Between hearts companions.
Strong shoulders balance shifting,
Weight.
Beliefs trust in one anther,
Equalizing the scale.
Emotions roller coaster,
Youths growing pains pass
Swiftly.
Rest at ease, within homes
Sheltering heaven.
Outside forces that seem
To crowed you in are repelled.
Safe harbor lies ahead follow,
Instincts guiding light.
Be not worried a calming,
Embrace awaits.
Maturities age lends worthy,
Advise,
To open ears learning wisdom's,
Lessons.
Solutions gratitude heals,
Generations rifts,
Building strong future,
Foundations.
Graceful dancer step lightly,
Across Life's stage,
Let destinies winds turn,
Every page.
But always remember mother,
Remains constantly near,
To challenge, protect that,
Which s most dear.
BY: CHERYL ANN DUNN
barefooted
I see things much
differently
All these body is filled with strength and courage
All these body is filled with betrayal and abuse
This world called this body
This world called “women”
Rose from a barrel of madness with courage to stand up from a place called the unknown
These body shouted gender equalizing its rights for life
“Mbokodo” we shouted
“Amandla a Ngaka?” filled in us knowing that we bring about change
These body knows it will not die without change
We are faced with issues like any other
We are women with issues fighting the struggle of equalizing our rights
Sometimes knowing that we are achieving is victory spotted in the hearts of those who fought and paved the way
Sometimes hope is the word of our truth
Gifting us with love and grace
When all seemed dark or gloomy
We fought for our rights to be matched with those who could not be questioned for change
We are the change and we are women
Poet
Masego Nkuna
The bad thing about living
is the dying.
Yet the good thing with dying
is it's equalizing.
Won't matter if rich or poor,
big or small,
ugly or beautiful,
short or tall.
For in the end,
feast for the worms!
To taste the moon,
as it sings at night
a generous portion
of dark colored sun filled glass
causes this somber sad depression
fills this anguish of mine
to melt....
Let me feel the moon in my bones
behind this wounded heart of mine
a ballad, oh moon, you do sing
from the deepest part of my mind
harbors the past of missed opportunities
of events...
The moon is raining my tears at night
feeling the sadness of many a years
bounds to my very soul
to take the pain of the disturbed peace
the world has gone mad
my life is your equalizing song
rain moon rain, with all your might...
Debbie Brooks 2014
Secret lover
greeting morning
from flowering
window
a song
opening day
like peacock fan
lilies and roses
light sparkling
ripped
from night
equalizing veil
dawn
a new day
is coloring
rosy child play
maturing
to midday
for adulthood
heat
trading petals
with seeds
of tomorrow
life's harvest
to share
till one by one
start falling
dry dreams of
diversions
life's essence
remaining
to heaven
grey arms
extending
unweighted
by care
on rocking
dream chair
four seasons
capriciousness
sees ending
a new fifth season
of mild spring
ushering
with jolly old friends
banqueting
with music and hymns
to God all the glory
now and forever
in love.
Third Place Winner-Brian Strand-Up To You Contest-2/10/24
vessels became bridges
ending nowhere
only gap is left
creating a great blackness
where deluded bloodstream vanishes
I'm out of my heart
in this story where's no place
for dismembered soul of mine
saying I would flood over lines between your thoughts
you're carrying on to live in the world
of installed scenes
leaving me fixating pillows as
substitute for embraces
Bring back that heart to me
you prefer lighter outputs
but no one recalls easier exits
they are immemorable
equalizing shades occurred in the desire to love and to be loved
somewhere along the way
we're regularly letting by that love
worth dying for
My heart needs me
Delhi seems closer than it was last time.
After a tea with GST,
on to a backstreet of Varanasi,
Untouched by authority;
ignored more by memory
than darkened by amnesia.
A huge black cow lazes about,
like a Moghul monarch blocking
half the street. It won’t let the OLA pass.
At the hoary-holy sanctum,
my poor drops of milk from a paper cup
pour on to the Lord’s cosmic crown.
Ganga, here, is a very old Benares
fraying at the edges, laid out in the open.
So still, like samana, the balancing prana.
From a boat I watch how human flesh fuels
the firewood at the Harichandra ghat..
Benares eyes Harichandra rather darkly.
Then, the Ganga Arati at 6.30
Their off-white attire. The huge lamps they hold
and draw patterns with, in the air.
Lines with the solemn predictability
of a Ravi varma . Ganga is a new Miss world by now.
At the Manikarnika ghat too, bodies dutifully burn.
In the dark, Death sparkles like huge fireflies;
pampered by pundits and Sanskrit
I lie in an OYO at Godowlia so ill.
So close to mukti. A godsend of a doctor
At Matha Anandamayi hospital queers my pitch..
One of a tribe long extinct in Serpent town,
his fees: ‘whatever you please’.
I remember hospitals back in Kerala.
Thank god, I was not in one there.
Else, I would have hit hell by now, looking for money.
Sure, the ‘path to hell is paved with good intentions’
( of corporates and false swamis)
Notes:
Varanasi: It is also called Benares and Kashi, One of the holiest of cities in India, known for its temple, by the Ganges, dedicated to Lord Shiva.
OLA : The taxi cab app, OYO : An app to find hotel rooms.
Serpent town : Trivandrum, Samana : One of the five pranas(breaths), the equalizing prana.
Could care less what they think
Just sit back and watch them sink
So many things already said
Ego taking over the head
Relinquishing it all from the start
Equalizing the heart
To set the path straight
To have the key at every gate
Not in my choice
To finally listen to the right voice
Free Speech and Equalized Opportunities
Sometimes can be the issues rattling sensitive
In some portion of the earthly forests
Birds restricted to sing freely are sad
As their words simply are suspect would
Have made some others look stupid
This generates lots of conflictions and chaos
From bird to bird, also from flocks to flocks
It contradicts the real meaning of springtime
By nature, birds should be harmony as heralded
By mating, and giving birth instead for fighting for
Free singing and opportunities equalizing, off
Making added offsprings, which eventually extinct
The bird species and left a still world imperfect
Albeit cold shower with sudden zoo
ming onset of
brisk fallen temperatures
may not be amenable to you
dear reader, but after Matthew
sets to washing
creating substantial lather,
visited with healthy slew
of frothed shampooed hair do
(cuz - jest like
Spongebobsquarepants,
I like abundant suds),
which initial shock
of cold water jolts mine
body inducing "Whew"
to escape soaped over mouth
(here, lemme lean in
so yukon get a whiff)
this self proscribed
quasi (very diluted off the
Peco boo grid) deprivation
of hot H2O tolerance,
qua minimal self
elected survivalist
modus operandi value
bull electric kool aid acid test
undertaken in the
event devastating adversity
(mainly an electricity
power outage) doth render
livingsocial uncomfortably
cold to the bone and sinew,
where mind over matter decides
riches superfluous,
especially if parvenu,
when scads of back up
generators conk out
total unbelievable wreckage,
sans the overnight
natural germane Blitzkrieg
imposes savage apocalyptic
devastating hellacious milieu
(on account of a mega disaster
such as hurricane Michael), who
doth not indiscriminate
toward gentile or Jew
obliterating entire infra
structure super glue
equalizing economic disparity hew
wing fair playing field reducing
whether disposable wealth harkens
from "old" money, and/or nouveau
riche, this sudden
catastrophic event brew
till lee decrees indeterminate
penury, and trappings
of theoretical leisure class
bon voyage every stitch of cloth,
and other material goods
forcibly bade i.e. adieu.
The equinox is days away,
the only day that's equal,
both night and day-
get a say.
It's social anarchism-
on a universal scale.
perpetuated by a mysterious veil,
that society ignores completely.
- I found it comical when I thought about how the universe has two days dedicated to
appeasing both day and night and equalizing the seasons, when most humans can't stop
squabbling over money for an hour.
Here's praying for humanity's equinox....whenever that may happen or if...
Sleep the dust,
drunk; equalizing the forces
of bluebells.
I am not reaching anywhere.
The garden time
was waning. And I have
not tasted, yet,
the brutal force of juvenile storm.
Who had cheated the blooms ?
Embers had faked the sun.
There were no clouds?
in the eyes of the earth.
It was a holy dance
after a collective wake, for
the ripped apart emotions.
Moon was rising.
Satish Verma