Long Imbalance Poems
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#Was_just_a_fling
How confused am I now , when both my mind and heart presents a different version, to my sense, as I struggle to draw sense and understanding from this matter but there are just so many blanks and gaps, there's no coherent patches of my clearity as they are dispersed, I wish I could say yes but this just don't soaks in
no attachments! Why am I sensing roots underneath my heart, what's this collision of waves and frequencies, my body and mind catches, when a stroke of you flashes to my thought. Please don't tell me, I'm caught up in my own abnormalities, I wanna believe that but theres just too many uncertanities, blocking way to my acception, I wanna say yes but the 'no' in me, keeps changing the meaning of 'yes'
I wanna be honest but there's no honesty in denial, I wanna forget but that thought serves as a lid to my thoughts, then how could I, I wanna accept but then I don't understand, maybe I'm dripping, myb I'm illucinating, maybe that's the efffect of this confusion in me, this imbalance, this attachment, these roots, maybe it was just fling
#Poetic_Ink
While not a professional,
I take it personal,
When I see lawns not cut short for Christmas,
Down under where snow is absent at Christmas.
This year with only a few days to go til Christmas,
I see no way to redress,
The imbalance between cut,
And uncut,
Even when the number of machines to get the job done,
Should be be enough to leave no cut undone.
I have the time and inclination to volunteer to get,
more than mine done,
But not even my wife sees that as an option,
Or any of my business,
This Christmas.
Though I am on the verge,
Of cutting more than one verge,
To reverse the trend,
Of a Christmas half cut,
Through lack of those prepared to cut the rot and the mustard,
And revert to a standard,
So, Thistles, do not interfere,
With feet being bare,
And this old turkey,
Being Happy,
To see in another year,
With reason to cheer.
Jack was born in 1981, but at the age of 18,
Was punched in his face so he was out clean,
He fell backwards to hit his skull on the kerb,
Which haemorrhaged his brain to fully curb,
His future as a Birmingham City footballer.
He’d been with the Blues since he was ten,
So after intensive care and recuperation’s den,
He flitted from local club to local club insane,
‘Cos it was so hard with his imbalance skein,
Neither could he twist nor head confidently.
Two years later, in 2011, after that fierce attack,
And after extensive rehabilitation - not to lack,
Because Jack was left with mild Cerebral Palsy,
The charity Headway pointed him to sport by CP,
So he joined the England 7-a-side footballers.
He’s captain of the team with his experience,
‘Cos many of the others were born, deliverance,
With CP, and so they don’t have leadership skills,
Or the training you get from the big clubs’ bills:
Jack is proud to encourage the squad on or off.
He is a mentor on Dame Kelly Holmes Trust, focus,
On the Get On Track program he does direct, locus,
And he’s behind other young people’s programs,
Like AQA Unlocking Potential to give people grams,
To enrol in college or Uni, or to train or to find work.
Jack’s attacker got a sentence of twelve months,
In a young offenders institution to wear the cloths,
But he only served six of them, such a light penalty,
For a sudden life-change, a twist to redirect destiny,
And Jack’s never set eyes on him again, no wish to.
He’s going to Rio to play firstly against the Japanese,
Where he’ll bask in the sun, so different from freeze,
He came 9th at the Intercontinentals 2013, the way up,
5th at the Euro Championships 2014, success to sup,
Then 5th at the Worlds in 2015, an even better victory.
Misshapen Characters
They stood overlooking us like monuments
Carved wrong, titles raised, Integrity cropped
Down to a particle.
Their shoulders were uneven- One Organized
With authority, The other clamorous where
Empathy be required to have lived. They
Walked through corridors that extended
To fit their swollen names, each plaque
Polished more glaring then the truth on
The other side of it. Their decisions fell
From great heights, heavy as stone,
Landing hardest on the ones who never
Learned to cite loud enough to be heard
Spiraling.
They measured us with rulers arched by
Bias, weighed us on measure titled by
Convenience, and called the imbalance
System methodology. Their power grew
Disproportionate, A skyscraper built on
Crooked joists. Inclination further each
Year toward self-interest away from the
People holding up the cornerstone with
Tired hands.
Yet even Misshapen Characters cast dimness
And our began to rise, expansion long across
The ground, evoking them that height is not
The same as honor, and soaring is not the
Same as standing tall.
Bassoon's over eagerness often
made it's social awkwardness
more awareable
aloofness or disinterest, often
lacking eye contact
fidgeting, or over-monitoring
their own behavior the cantars
mindfulness to stay present
approaches designed to make
interactions feel more comfortable
and natural.
Being the "fifth wheel in your own relationship"
typically means feeling like an unnecessary,
third-party addition rather than an equal partner
This often happens due to a power imbalance,
emotional disconnect, or when an outside third
party seeking or a power play
. When somesong or some songs
deliberately puts themselves
in appealing or high-attention environments
to manipulate others into thinking
they are highly desired.
My shopping excursions to the local marts are very rare indeed.
My dear spouse does the shopping, I only go when in dire need.
I have no interest in fostering the foreign imbalance of trade,
Therefore, when I shop I want to buy things American made!
Why, nowadays one can tour the world and go on a shopping spree,
Without leaving the county or crossing the billowing sea!
Since most things come from The Czech Republic or Paraguay,
The Peoples Republic of China, Japan and even Uruguay!
I can live sans everything French, especially their cheese and wine.
California wines and Wisconsin cheeses suit me just fine!
I'm desperately trying to find a locally-owned shoe store,
Where I can buy American shoes, not those assembled in Ecuador!
Alas, my turkey for holiday repast is imported from Old Mexico.
I'd much prefer that it be bred and reared here in Colorado!
Can anyone tell me where I can buy American made attire?
Seems all the labels read, "Made in Laos, Thailand, Belize or Eire!"
The plethora of stuff continues to invade our sacred shores,
Inundating the shops and marts, overflowing their cash drawers.
Even the paper upon which I scribe was made in a place called Texas,
But I reckon I can brook that, since with them we have a tenuous nexus!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
All creatures in the world are born givers
They’re sprinkled salts giving tastes on earth
They generously offer services or in kinds
Others give themselves for all mankind
Among them, cheerful givers are easy to define.
Cheerful givers render voluntary service from the heart
Don’t expect rewards in return from the start
Like trees in the fields with all comforts to offer
Aren’t like clouds that give rain only when denser
Or give imbalance scale in the eyes of arbiters.
Cheerful givers give what they have out of love
Never count- for them is to forget the past
Like flowers opening their petals from mini garden
While their blooming sounds remain in silence
As we savor their fragrance ‘til across the fence.
Cheerful givers work hard for mission to vocation
Like birds flying far leaving their eggs for provisions
Not minding any penny to come along
Out of generous hands, they share in happy songs
With warm widely open arms to prolong.
Cheerful givers give their best to others for the Lord
They’re Jesus’ co-workers in vineyard of brotherhood
Since the Lord is the most cheerful givers of all
Who created, gave life and redeemed the world
His Divine Provision is a paramount paradigm to behold
For all God's givers, more blessings unfold.
Sept. 26, 2020
calling upon her
light of the day
dark of the night
with change of any season
relationship of any kind
happy or sad
crying or laughing
lying or sitting
whole or broken
dwells within me
accepts me as I am
listens without judgement
replenish my depleted soul
nourish my imbalance body
heal my fragmented heart
reboots my scatter mind
revitalize my creativeness
nurtured me throughout my journey
gifted with her beauty
growing with her grace
created with her resilience
equipped with her communications
stored with her wisdom
bestowed upon with her love
beheld with her memories
strong with her strength
still with her peace
A good woman
isn't hard to find,
and when a man finds
a good woman
and makes her his wife,
it is written
he has found a good thing,
and that man finds favor
with the Lord
if he treats her right,
that's Proverbs 18:22.
Sadly,
when some men
find a good woman,
he forgets that
she is the keeper of his rib,
the half that makes
him whole,
and he treats her disrespectfully,
and there is an imbalance
in their oneness.
A good woman
isn't hard to find,
so when a man finds
a good woman,
he should always remember
that she is a diamond
in the rough,
and then he should treat her
as such,
and she will add beauty
to his life.
A good woman
isn't hard to find,
but a man has to learn
how to treat her.
A fable of worth weaves a fair tale,
that wealth possesses and not possessed.
A quest to feign means forges a trail
long jaded by the marks they unveil.
Though blind seeker's minds a treasured chest.
The hope for glory gloats jealousy,
the more the merrier, too cliche,
counting amounts to a specialty
until idle growth reels entropy.
Insignificant be, sensed doomsday.
While the moment ill-timed takes pleasure
as imbalance shortchanged one's fortune.
Debt collectors knock at their leisure
of court rulings, list your worth's measure.
It is beyond the call of margin.
Though street level, not truly gutter,
err midst a fool lacks austerity.
Low-life address as a deal cutter
a debt paid in full hangs aflutter.
A world minus dreamt prosperity.