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DON’T TICK OFF THE DUMMY
he’s irate from the yelling,
there’s no telling what will befall the scene, before sundown.
Paul Newman’s balancing act
becomes unhinged...
the drop happens at the precipice of a proud building,
this dummy slips and plummets.
a mannequin, it seems, has the film crew reeling.
the director collapses, slipping up —
treating actors like flimsy paper dolls,
a surreal moment for Preminger,
close to his final act,
can he recover if blue eyes dies?
6/4/2018
*A crazy way to make a point! While filming a fight scene, Newman throws a mannequin off the building. The director had to have medical attention, as he thought Newman fell for real! See Wikipedia: The Exodus Movie
Cold winds rattle the thin bare branch
the robin adjusts its body,
feathers ruffle and open just a little
yet the bird gives no attention to this
balancing act.
It is a wind-sailor, just as much
as an ocean-going albatross,
though it travels in groups
within large puddles of sky.
Other robins land
on the chill earth below its branch.
You might think that the robin on the branch
would join them.
I wait for that to happen.
I’ve read that flock behavior is predictable.
Of course if you watch robins long enough
you would note that they perch, stand,
and fly anywhere,
and they don’t read.
There's a narrow strand beneath us,
Stretching out to obscurity.
And it beckons us to proceed upon it,
While every step has insecurity.
This is the path our mentality travels,
Where emotion and cognition play.
And while that rope will often wobble,
Attempts to balance mustn't delay.
Thought and feelings are rarely separate
Partners, as their bond tends to grow in time.
Yet it's their weight that is ever-changing,
Allowing actions to go along and climb.
Together, most thought and feeling,
Are in sync with behavior displayed.
But at times instinct may intercede,
While any rationale is ignored & betrayed.
This balancing act remains constant,
With 'time-outs' only given to sleep.
Though some dreams may give more rope to
Cross-over, the fall in the abyss is not too deep.
I don't dream about someone rescues me
I don't believe in who rescues whom
I believe life is what you make it
What is life anyway?
Life is doing what you want when you want it
Life is going after what you want and always get it
It's a balancing act
You don't want to do too much of one thing and not the other
It's paying attention to the ones you deem important and not so much
with the others
It's doing what makes you happy
Whether it's helping someone or write a poem
Doing what you enjoy is important
Now don't go about having sex all night haha
If that's what makes you happy, who cares?
It's about tomorrow but have it today
Don't wait till tomorrow
It's live like how you want it
Don't let anyone say you can't have it
No one makes the rule for you
You make your own rules
It's being true to yourself
Whether it's a feeling, a statement, thought
Don't deny it
The minute you deny it
You will see it will come back in another way and tear you apart
So let it out
Deal with it
Go on
Life is so worth living
Striving for
The one you are waiting for
is waiting for you
Come to it
With open arms
Embrace it
Take it all in
Go on my friend
Life is whoa
Surprise you
Aren't you glad it comes to you
Abundantly and without reservation?
You shouldn't be too
No reservation okay?
Say it
Inspired by reading Dave Wood's "Bicycle" and "Lucky Girl" poems. Don't be too proud, Dave :)
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Wait for tomorrow’s new day
There’s a place that exists
between Hell and Hell
We’re doing the balancing act
on the wobbly center rail
trying hard to keep our sanity
America, I’d pledge allegiance
if I only knew which country owns us
I’ve asked the questions
never get the straight answers
The answers they give only
turn out to be more questions
My father told me there would be
a light at the end of the tunnel
But it’s only the street lamp
on the corner of Lies and Mistrust
When did life get so God damned hard
that it’s easier to believe them
than it is to search for the truth
There are times when I can feel
the sun shining on my back
But it all too quickly
fades back to hate and blame
Meanwhile they all run around
screaming silence at each other
Each one wanting to know why
the other can’t understand the lie
when it’s as plain as the pimple
in the ass crack of their insanity
It itches, but they won't scratch it
for fear we’ll smell
the crap on their hands
So, somebody please tell me
where did the innocent children go
I know they were just here
I heard them laughing and playing
out on the back lawn
But when I turned back to look
they were suddenly gone
They’re in the bathroom
with a razor slash across their wrists
Because they know that
the big white house
on top of the hill
is just a meeting place
where the world’s auctioneers
give what is for sale
to the ones in line
who have the most cash
storm clouds relentlessly
crashed on rock bottom
with the only crack dragging
wreckage and carnage through
a trapdoor into oblivious fog
gruelling sediment confined
a rotten Self of incarceration
the stakes were high
for being impaled
a sizzling cauldron
waiting for a sumptuous feast
manna from hell and a spell
on the barbed wire walls
just behind the firing squad
gift of despair cajoling
hope from the darkest
of abysmal recesses
a balancing act on a
thorny yet slippery cross
one road leading to nowhere
the other painful but promising
no middle way to be had
between death or surrender
fear of the unknown certainly
better than certain demise
Phoenix just be aware of
of the message of Icarus
then the moon will be
waning and waxing
in perpetual motion
dancing into the light
between black and white –
I compromise
balancing act –
stiletto heels
fire hot ice cold –
variable menopause weather forecast
hope –
embers glow among the ashes
pebble fast disappears –
ripples take their time
chicken run commotion –
aborted takeoff
sensationalism –
penny dreadful or dime novel?
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They Thrive on Comments but where is their Poetry?
I don't care if you like me or not.
I am here to be a poetry snot.
I don't want you at the PC all day.
That's not the game any human should play.
If you are an ego freak
Call this EGO SOUP.
If a lonely soul, in need of cheer,
Go to a bar to be with people, have
fun and genuine cold beer.
If you are so Poetry wise?
Why drool over words on paper in
Poetry disguise
And the truly good Poets here, what is if
with you?
You drool over the worst, clueless
Poetry, which I eschew.
Yes. Oh my God, you must get a reply back.
No Poetry really means a thing to a commenting hack!
It is balancing act!
Worse than the rack!
7/11/2021
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*Clarification. Poetry snot is simply one who
Likes Poetry over comment reading*
Found
I forgot where you were.
Where can I find you?
In these displaced memories,
Has now become a silent black
pale fading while being
observed in the middle,
of this hibernation travail.
Here, the distance has caused:
a suffocation, views upon views,
On the choices we made, waiting,
For the sunrise.
Distant sirens, blurring, just outside
My window. Reminding me of our
times together, that everything will
be okay. Sounds like a broken record.
Stuck on replay; I’m not the man,
I used to be. Setting here in my
living room, blues, peering out of
The windows are a balancing act.
Longing for you, where can I find
you? Trying to find you.
We’re always returning,
Too sweet an interruption.
No matter what, I’ve loosened up.
In the right place, at the right time.
What’s mine is yours here to stay.
Stay with me, in time we will see.
When the party’s over.
Now that I’ve found you.