Short Balancing Act Poems
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happy or depressed
life is a balancing act
so easy to slip...
moods that fall can rise again
wait for tomorrow's new day
Let's be fair meet in the middle
Let's each do our share
Do like in any other real partnership
AP: 1st place 2025
L ovng and lenient
I ntiuitive and idyllic
B ashful but sometimes brazen
R omantic and reasonable
A lways seeking answers
A wondrous balancing act
Everything falls into place
As two parties meet halfway
That is compromise
Date written: 07/03/2019
Balancing his largeness on a ball
His wideness rampant, his legs not tall
Making us smile with his balancing act.
He’s like tweedly dee, and that’s a fact.
Life is filled with many ups and downs
The trick is to balance the smiles and frowns
It's certainly not easy
It can make you queasy
Perseverance is a must to avoid being drowned
© Jack Ellison 2015
Overwhelming fear
Paralized by dread
Insecurities
Doubt abilities
Future not very safe
Darkness pervades
Can't see future
Lover leaves doubts
Balancing act
Love assures
He takes hand
Surrender
Leader
Alfa
Male
what forms shapes of thought
that understanding exists
between opposites
contradictories
languages and their meanings
negated and cleared
that understanding
exists between opposite
forms and shapes of thought
stan sand
7 eleven
Euler’s by line in the line
Length always varies
Electrical with magnet
Visualizing the one I
Trail of Tears We Be In The Tangent
haiku
Ear side chats do scale
Nature see; balancing act
Spider sense tingling strings
he was hanging from the charcoal rafters
doing push-ups thinking cap dangling loosely
by his side like a detached trouser stripe
time for emotions and mindful assonance
for when reason fails feelings surpass
the limbo of a lost soul yet to be found
Listen to poem:
in the far distance
serenity on the surface
his strength precarious
he harbors within more
questions than answers
as he ponders the intricacies
of his balancing act
of the silence deep within
of the roar of this silence
he can no longer subdue
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
The pointed tip of a knife in a balancing act?
Sharpened on the cutting edge waits on his finger,
Playing with time as the butcher looks on undecided,
When his next prey will come to challenge this fine blade.
Ages have gone by since it tasted blood in this house,
Possessed by ghost man and his ever present knife.
Money hogs keep wallowing in filthy waste while the common folks suffer, from
taxitis...we need a taxectomy!!
A Budget magician---mathmetician!
A balancing act---A balanced budget.
Frugal McDougal---A pennywise/wisecracker.
Cut the governments check...stop the spending!!
~~Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire!!
My love is on a rope
A string from my heart
That dangles around my neck
A noose of love
That when pulled too tight
Strangles my trust
Walked like a tightrope
I tiptoe around your lust
A balancing act
From above
If I fall there’s
No net or glove
So I light myself on fire
And walk out on the wire
Waiting to see
If you truly love me
A brisk wind rattles thin branches.
A small bird adjusts its stance
feathers ruffle just enough for stability.
it gives no attention to
this balancing act.
The bird is a wind-sailor, it has sea-legs
though it has never seen
the wind or the sea.
Nevertheless,
it thoughtlessly has adjusted the focus
of the universe once more.
Now, I try to lay me down to sleep.
On one foot? Hardly, is this a treat!
I see my leg scars laughing at me,
Like some drunken sailor lost at sea!
How did this happen, I ask myself!
Was I thinking of my dead husband,
Ralph?
There is no answer, for one leg Pangie!
This balancing act, hardly poetic, I call,
scroungy.
12/6/2021
Speaking about what happened unambiguously
is too hard to do for several reasons.
People are fragile beings,
they need to be protected from too much.
It is a balancing act,
walking the sharp of the blade wearing socks.
So instead you wrap words in colours and images.
In rhyme and hidden clues.
In music and dance and friendship.
Knowing it will be understood.
Poems don’t flow freely as 1, 2, 3,
Inspiration ain’t always sweet as candy;
Creativity is the balancing act between heart and mind,
It’s the gripping stunt to strip the soul under the spotlight.
Often misunderstood as child’s play,
But the arts has brought more peace than guns, tanks and planes;
Jesus walked on water, Moses split the sea,
Even God opts for creativity!
To Shaman Aboriginals
"Dreamtime" was the virginity
Of the earth
Before the dirt
Was soiled by humanity
Using crystals or their bare feet
They harness the earth's energy
To channel the grid
Over which we live
To balance and restore harmony
(Austrialian Aboriginals)
Received 11th place in "The Shaman's Way" contest
Received 12th place in "5th poem on the soup" contest
i lowered my guard and let you in
a child-man disappointing me at every turn
i'm fuming under my hat
half afraid of an explosion
one step forward
two steps back
how easy it is to close my eyes
and pretend everything's alright
a balancing act when in fact we are
at opposite ends of the spectrum
have i become someone who settles
or are my dreams still out there within grasp
Just in time for Halloween
a big, black cheshire cat
tip toes along the tips of the fence.
A balancing act
executed with expertise and precision
in every cautious step.
Until
my dog, the guardian of the yard
spots and challenges the talented display.
Then
plunk, slip, plop, scatter, thrash, run.
The cat is gone
with only the echoing bark
of the guardian's voice
in failed pursuit.
after meditation at the Holocaust Memorial
he prayed where the soldiers once held guard
today he himself does not have to fight anything
accepts residual cognitive emotional dissonance
armed with the fact that Higher Powers know best
the balancing act of closing a door while
keeping it open for miracles just the same
when a turnstile turns into sacred beginnings
a tentative future without expectations
I watch the squirrels on the wires up high,
I call those lines sidewalks in the sky.
They sit sometimes watching the hussle below,
Every one in a hurry with nowhere to go.
They walk the wires and climb down to the ground,
Find there food and turn back around.
There balancing act none can compare,
As they walk those wires way up in the air.
Moving around,way up high,
The safest route,the sidewalks in the sky.
which road will you Choose
there is only Three
each day all three Paths will confront you
i Caution you to ponder each course
Good Self Evil
They will Beckon your Hearts Desire
your Soul intuitively perceives each outcome
Yet
You are Master of Your Own Destiny
Love Oblivion Darkness
Beware of Your Own Charm
Mindfully Balanced
T R U T H
Annoyances add up so fast
That sometimes you might be aghast
When life does prolong
All the things going wrong
And your stress level can’t be surpassed.
For somehow when nits multiply,
Even calm people cannot deny
That each problem presents
Such a knot that prevents
Peace of mind and I’d like to know why.
I guess life’s a balancing act
And the odds against joy have been stacked.
If you’re happy one day
It gets taken away;
That’s a guaranteed bona fide fact.