Long Balance beam Poems
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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.
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
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
Balancing midst them both, two lives at once.
Split down the middle and torn at the seams.
Tiptoe the balance beam, pleasing the ones
who know only one side of things.
Confliction, a way of life down to the core.
From every angle, two people ‘twould seem.
Not yet discovered a way to be more,
so both lives are not but a dream.
Illusions, acts on stage, fulfilling roles.
Wondering how it would be.
Letting it melt to one, fill in the holes,
and finally just become me.
I wish it were simply that simple to do,
but both sides are set in their way,
and fully expect me to be the one who
they need at the end of the day.
But only so far can a double life go
before the stretch tears you in two.
And you cannot hide the blood, everyone knows…
but no one knows quite what to do.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
Ulysses by Lord Tennyson
Tin Man : [squeaking] Dorothy : He said "oil can." Scarecrow : Oil can what? ... [Dorothy squirts oil onto the Tin Man and his arm loosens and falls] Dorothy : Did that hurt? ... Tin Man : Well, about a year ago, I was chopping that tree, when suddenly it began to rain. And right in the middle of a chop, I rusted solid.
Wizard of Oz (movie quote)
EDEN’S CREST
I travel only in my mind
now. Packing up my cruise ship
experience. I wait; I reiterate,
I wait, with unhinged joint -
rusty, waiting for the oil can
of the tin man. A long journey’s
night going in circles, on
the yellow brick road. Those bricks,
brittle and broken, rotting
apple cores protruding from the ground;
even the mad tree is bored. The sea,
does she wait for me - a long lost friend?
Does she perfume the long-long night
with extra salt and coconut oil?
Does her child kick at the waves,
bored and wishful for his friends?
And my garden, in which honey bees
fall out of the sky, with no soul
to buzz and bother. The birds flap listlessly
in horror, never before missing
human beings until their existence
was in question. We need each other,
on the balance beam, to wrestle,
to teem; the muscle of golden koi
exploding from a child’s eyes -
the pond in Eden’s crest. Oh God,
may I not freeze in time! Set this world
in motion; devotion of hands, knees
and fine chefs singing O Sole Mio
whilst the island-ship waves its flags,*
pure white excitement perhaps
with a dunk of gravy and biscuit crumbs,
dotting eyes as the voyage comes
to an end; the pandemic lasts.
8/4/2021
*napkins