Best Sense Of Balance Poems
I've told you how desperate
I am for sleep,
And I got a suggestion
It made me leap
Simplicity itself ; earslugs!
So I went out on a slug hunt,
Without realizing what a stunt,
It takes to be a successful slug-hunter
I found one at last,
Picked it up and so fast,
It oozed through my yucky fingers
More prepared the next chance,
I scooped it up on paper
And watched it's giggly dance,
Dumped it in a glass jar,
And didn't have to go far.
To find my next ear-slug...
Dumped it in as well,
But now I couldn't tell,
What seperated one from the other...
Oh, darn, who cares,
I'll cut this big mess into pairs,
Of suitably sized ear slugs
Home at last,
Poured them out of the glass,
And promptly cut them in 2,
Inserted one in each ear,
I could no longer hear,
But somehow lost my sense of balance,
Crawled to my bed, oh sure,
But I could not long endure
This swishing sound in my ears,
And jelly-like stinking mess
That oozed onto my chest,
And stained my sheets something fearful...
My ears oozed slime for 6 weeks,
And that forbade sleep one seeks,
And the stench of rotting slugs was horrific,
So next time someone suggests ear slugs,
Tell them no thank you please,
Cause I've heard the story of Tom Terrific.
Categories:
sense of balance, adventure, confusion, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Burlesque
~ More than Israel has kept the Sabbath
The Sabbath has kept Israel ~
-- Anonymous
She restores my sense of balance
returns my sanity
Lifts me high above the workplace
elevates humanity
Friday night two angels come
gliding through the door
Behold! Sabbath lights kindled
~ the world's at peace once more
Categories:
sense of balance, angel, jewish, light, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
In the Australian vernacular
he was a ‘flea-bitten’ grey.
Not dappled like a dream horse
but speckled like a rock and not a
fine large horse like Tom Cable’s
roman-nosed, Major.
Dad had traded for him- with Tom -
two rolls of barbed wire and a fence strainer.
He came with a used saddle and bridle and
the high spirits of the seldom ridden.
Dad knew, that before he would let me mount him,
he had to take the 'curry' out of him -
rode him hard through a ploughed paddock.
Rode him until he stood in a foaming sweat
ears sideways, subdued.
I can’t forget being led, those first few rides
“Don’t let go of his head, Dad” I’m not ready yet,” Dad
and I knew the horse sensed the trembling in my being,
until one day, his bone- jarring trot, became a solved puzzle.
I felt a gathering- a sense of balance
between the pony’s mouth, the stirrups and the reins
and suddenly from a secret fulcrum
I was posting, “Let him go now, Dad,” I shouted,
A sweet transition to some rhythmic, magic floating
Around the homestead once and back I was cantering.
I pulled the reins, “Whoa boy!”
That first halt obeyed filled my head for days and days.
Categories:
sense of balance, adventure, character, child, father
Form:
Free verse
A sense of balance is all I need to cope,
so I don’t hang myself with a rope.
I’ve got to get a grip on life and keep my sanity.
God can’t save me if I don’t have serenity.
Nourishing nutrition is necessary.
A light diet is right, so I don’t have a coronary.
Exercise excites blood flow, so muscles move me.
Remember there’ll be brain drain with too much TV.
No alcohol to infest my body and impair judgment.
Mind won’t be in a grind so I can write well and not lament.
Learn from books and others as I don’t know it all.
Hard knocks of life lessens mistakes, so I don’t fall.
So what else is there to tell?
Well, the weekend is here and I want to hear the church bell toll.
Pray a lot and purify my heart with the psalms of the Lord.
Sense of balance gone if I don’t hang onto His Word.
Categories:
sense of balance, health, philosophy, recovery from,
Form:
Rhyme
Naturally regenerative
living systems,
like Earth
optimize global ecological opportunities
as co-redemptive economies
of loving solidarity relationships
expressing mutual not-negative subsidiarity,
within a web of interdependent Win-Win default networks.
If we are born passionate investments
of past yang/yin regenerations
redeeming economic risks
weighed as ecological opportunity
for pleasuring pleasant peace
with active love for all species,
all nature,
all Earth,
all Universal Intelligence,
then are we also,
at least potentially,
an interdependent species
of co-redeeming economists
thinking and acting and relating and feeling
sensing and feeling and smelling and tasting
touching and respecting and appreciating ecologically balanced reasons,
seasons of time and pattern and rhythm?
Where fasting advents precede
and roundly follow
cornucopic polycultural seasons for all cells
and organelles.
We find and sustain co-therapeutic relationship balance
half way between Yang-ego's deductive-reductive immunity boundaries
and Yin-eco's intuitive receptive co-operativity,
co-redemptivity,
correlation-ability,
mutual empathic gratitude
polypathic trans-actional multisystemic relationships.
If co-redeemers are messiahs
then we are also mutual bodhisattvas
as we intend cooperative Win-Win eco-normative salvation
and eco-logically therapeutic outcomes.
Perhaps mutual messiahs find it simpler to wrestle with,
rather than against death's pain and suffering,
to figure out what to divest of
by reconnecting within each moment's present opportunity
to what and whom and when and where and why we invest integratively
with each Other's health and well-being,
co-redemptive economically rational, yet passionate, logic,
as well as Right-brain's intuitive temperate sense of balance,
proportion,
enthymematic syntax
permaculturing rooted rhythms
of mindful songs
and global dance.
Ego's Logos as co-determinate partner
with Eco's Right-brain Mythos
co-redemptive political design
re-creating economic developmental revolutions.
Categories:
sense of balance, desire, destiny, environment, love,
Form:
Political Verse
Draped in the darkness of the night
In a weather so dull and blight
Sad thoughts like a deadly shooter
Come out to bombard her outright
Shaking off their fitful slumber
They rise from their inert stupor
From the reservoir deep, spill out
As through newly opened shutter
They come from an unknown hideout
As all trace of life to wipe out
Unable to block the current
She totters in a drunken bout
They spill forth in mighty torrent,
With a beastly force violent
Like an angry mob on long wait,
Infringing all rules, nonchalant
Caught in the vortex of that spate
Her body began to gyrate
She lost all her sense of balance
Her sad fate, no one could abate
May.13. 2022
~Placed First~
Rubaiyat Poetry Contest
8 syllables per line
Rhyme scheme- aaba-bbcb-ccdc-dded-eefe.
Sponsor- Sotto Poet
Categories:
sense of balance, angst, betrayal, conflict, woman,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Suddenly it seems so blurry
And universe seems so big
Walking alone is being lonely
Though I’ve done it for so long
The road is somewhat dancing
Affecting my sense of balance
Easily stunned by the flash of lightning
Missing another chance
Fighting without arms on my hands
Leading a path with no decision plans
Acting it weird, feeling so down
So unfamiliar with my own homeland
My dreams are deflating
No more energy to run the train
Slowing down until it stopped
I’m no machine to numb the pain
As falling leaf reach the ground
As it moves away with the wind
My dreams are fading into none
Grasping it hard as my doubts extend
As if nowhere to go now
When there’s so much road to take
Over ruled by fear and future failure
My creation now are made to be break
And though the world is breathing
Moving people on their loud heartbeat
Here it comes a half living zombie
Trailed its feet in a crowded street
As if alive but lost in a dead forest
Where there’s no life exists
Tormented skulls and cadavers on my feet
Painting of black where only blood is red
As soon as the night comes
The moon and dark creatures appear
Crickets singing their confusing chorus
Ghosts are somewhere out there
Counting each uncertain steps
Thinking life would to be end like this
But on spur of a magical moment,
A lucid firefly grant me a kiss
And as it moves away from me
Thousand others explode from a dead tree
Sudden smile was drawn on my face
As those fireflies lined to light my way
While others perched on tree’s fragile branches
My body stilled as I stunningly watches
As they create an alluring scenery of luminescence
I forgot that I’m lost in the middle of absence
And soon I walked along the firefly lane
Worries gradually grow faint and disappear
The moment was beautiful that I forgo the pain
For these specks of living lights gave me hope again
Categories:
sense of balance, hope, journey, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
Day Sounds
On one recorded morning in June of ‘08, my ears tuned in to the sound of the mild banging of a hammer from somewhere close by. I heard the leaves in the trees, as they swayed just a little from the flow of the soft and gentle wind. I knew that I was not in heaven, when I heard the sound of traffic from a major street. Moments later, there was the sound of an airplane in the distant sky.
There is a train rail line near our home, and there was a time when they would blow their horn both night and day. I do not recall that there was any particular time, but I rather think there was. What ever the time of day or night, it was never a pleasant sound. Moreover, the sound of trains blowing their horn at night was both ridiculous and disturbing. To our delight, the night blows discontinued.
After the horn blows of the day trains, we can count on the sound of automobiles racing to work. Of course these are people due at work earlier than the rest of us.
Make no mistake about it, we all have our wake up calls, whether by birds, clocks, phones, planes, or trains. Fortunately, life does bring to us an amazing sense of balance, like the beautiful and soothing sounds of singing birds. I am often entertained by a happy bird or two, whistling like they usually do. I must say, that the things they speak about, whistle about, chirp about, and sing about, are most beautiful to my ears. However, let none be misled; bird sounds are not wake up calls. At best, they could pass as snooze buttons.
Some days we are startled by flashes of lighting and rolling thunder.
Furthermore, there are wind storms; the likes of which can knock down fences and trees. Occasionally, we are blessed to be rained upon,
sometimes in the form of a drenching shower, and other times, a pleasing melodious slow and intermittent rain. Either way, the sound is a thing of beauty and peace. In addition, there are those inviting whispering winds that join the chimes and orchestrate music of their own.
06182016 PS Contest, Sounds of The Day by Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
sense of balance, beauty, blessing, peace, sound,
Form:
Narrative
Let me begin by saying Thank-you
For making me feel welcome where I am new
Although I've been writing for twenty-two years
I have much to learn from incredible peers
Individuals with style and grace
Where originality wins first place
Humbled am I to be among such talents
Each comment brings a sense of balance
Wishing to meet, to come face to face
Relishing in the idea if only a taste
After years of thinking no one was there
To come to find so many more care
All share a bond through writing and words
Each unique like a flock of exotic birds
Honored to be among others with a passion like my own
Knowledge surrounds me, unlike any I've ever known
Categories:
sense of balance, friendship, naturewriting, me, writing,
Form:
Couplet
Lacking inspiration he presses on the keys
Fluid in motion, forward he proceeds
To continue to write about his thoughts for the moment
Knowing they will change for he knows his mind
Never constant but continuing to unwind
Like a see saw ride going up and down
Fluid in motion, up and down and not around
A constant state he seeks and he has expressed this before
In his poem “Equilibrium” about a sense of balance
His hand aches from the typing and he rests for a second
Finding himself once more his thoughts stream out
Like the wireless network on his lap top before him
His mind is a processor of enormous speed
Sometimes too much quickness is not good in itself
For thoughts come and go and he tries to capture them all
Expressing in free verse he remembers a time
Driving and thinking about the concept of fear
A quote came to him
“Do not give power to fear; sometimes it is wise not to listen to that inner voice”
He is again poised to achieve
Assure of himself, he writes in the third person, he will get that job
And all will be well
He is confident of this for someone high above is looking after him
Through his angels on this planet we call Earth
Categories:
sense of balance, faith, happiness, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
It was a blurry, shadow image of a girl in the car window.
Suddenly the specter of all my yesterdays slam into me, and
I remember everything I want to forget.
How could you be in a car no more than twenty feet
Away, stalking my every fear when you were no longer?
I want to jump through the car window, a coward who runs
From his fate, locked in perpetual battle by the boundaries
I erected to protect me as I find myself trapped in an alternate reality,
Adrift on a street littered with broken promises.
I want to block out every dream we shared, to block out the
Darkness of every stolen night. I close my eyes to
Shatter the reflection of the girl in the car window; I need you to
Disappear, forever. I want you to take flight from any space
Within me, to flee my here and now,
Lost in the last hour of our love,
Gone, forever.
You are not real.
A face resurrected from a spectrum of time, abandoned to random
Memories stitched together.
A broken mosaic trying to walk me backwards while I try to pull time Forward, past an emptiness that never ends.
I had buried every piece of you, partitioned each one off, until….
The girl in the car window.
Who is she; is it you?
I open my car door to make certain my feet feel the ground;
Afraid I have lost my sense of balance, captive to a raging madness by a Bargain made with the devil; payment due when he comes to call.
Categories:
sense of balance, betrayal, girlfriend, lost love,
Form:
Narrative
Why don't you get down from your high horse?
It may bring you down to Earth,
Because you are sitting up so high
It doesn't show your worth,
You may have a different view
Sitting high up there
But there are others beneath you
Who needs some love and care?
If you are sitting up so high,
It's easy to lose sight.
Out of sight of mind
Oblivious of the plight,
Of others and their kin
You discard them,
As quickly as throwing rubbish into a bin.
Every dog has its day,
That's how the saying goes.
Get down from that high horse,
And feel the Earth between your toes
Plant your feet firmly on the ground
It gives you a sense of balance
And help justice to abound.
If you want to rise even higher
You will always need a taller horse.
You will become a high flyer
And disappear off course.
Categories:
sense of balance, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Old poems/new posts inspired by recent articles on PoetrySoup
All forms relate to the word
So from the beginning
They carried their ideas
In their minds eye
Shaping symbols
A dimension of spirit
The eye that underlies eyes
Vision makes the flash seem longer
In one blinding flash I thought I saw I was
I said
All forms relate to the word
Being based on a set of words
Also forgotten parts of yourself
Evocation and reproduction
Of the things of life
As strange factory-born personages
Words very mysterious
Every process of Creation begins with
Also with Imagination
Of past ways
Of seeing and experiencing
Detached from life
Finding a way back into it
Breaking from time
Fracturing the sense of balance and place
Where past and future are interchangeable
Achieving synthesis of time and space
One can literally pass the time
Cut loose drifting slowly through
Slowed down space of next to nothingness
Detached from life until
In one blinding flash I said I thought I saw I was
The word falls on its face on the floor
Categories:
sense of balance, angst, introspection, on work
Form:
Free verse
So you got an imbalance
It's not your fault
It's an affliction even the righteous deal with
The enemy attacks all kinds of ways
So you have trouble with mood
Who don't? So you have anxiety
Society gets on everyone's nerves
So you suffer from depression-keep fighting for your joy
So you have an imbalance
So you take meds for the imbalance
Just know that you are healed if you trust God
And who don't lose a sense of balance from time to time?
So you stand out
Because your chemicals don't release the way they should
You feel stigmatized, ostracized, and misunderstood
Just know that every saint feels the same way in such a worldly society
We all have something that makes us stand out
You are special
You are still God's child
You still have kingdom work to fulfil
You can still do all things through Christ
Remember, eveyone deals with mind stress!
Categories:
sense of balance, encouraging, how i feel,
Form:
Blank verse
He races 'cross the fenceposts
As perky as can be
Pausing abruptly, occasionally
As like a statue as a tree
Sniffing the air around him
Head cocked this way or that
Wondrous sense of balance
Lithe and graceful as a cat
Some call him a rodent
Others deem him a pest
Yet viewed from my bay window
A squirrel's a most welcome guest
Categories:
sense of balance, animal, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme