"balancer" poems - Hello Poetry

Maiden and Observer As speculated, The observer and the scientist See an enigmatic entrance. The arrival of the specimen: He shows haste, His wrist flickers: Punctuality. He mouthes questions of career: Orderliness. His vocal appetite silent: Surrender. He declares instruction: Superiority. He brightens athleticism. Focus. The smile appears through in the unknownest places, Within restaurant doors, Through the soundwaves. Through ideations: Competitive movement. Inertia and stagnation is of disinterest. Wordly reflection produces empty reciprocration. Can it be a metaphor for the observer, Can the specimen by the symbol? Both reflected from one another. There is the one, and then, the other. The challenge is: Exhibiting both states Simultaenously. This is the task of the maiden. The balancer of scales. The scientist seeks to understand, There is evidence of somes sort A hidden bliss a smile inside, a moment of analysis. Notions brought on by previous experiments. Past failures predict present outcome, Recent knowledge or estimation? Emotion links to reason, Reason negotiates but stands firm, The scientist is fatigued, his hand lowers. Body language is lazily interpreted by curious Observer, Studying this new behaviour. The professor places his spectacles on, He sees no other path to take, He concludes and hypothesises, This specimen can be learnt from No more. Specimen's silence allows flowing thoughts to pervade the mind of the observer and the scientist. Silence given to the cynicism of life, the broadened mind perceived as narrow. The observer is observed. Now conciousness changes in the realm of the user experiencing himself. Self perception, self defense, Guard is raised, Gates are closed. Only water flows through, Other matter obstructed. Maiden, Observer, Scientist, Specimen.

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Jun 15, 2016

Jun 15, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC

miguel-diaz

Maiden and Observer

Maiden and Observer As speculated, The observer and the scientist See an enigmatic entrance. The arrival of the specimen: He shows haste, His wrist flickers: Punctuality. He mouthes questions of career: Orderliness. His vocal appetite silent: Surrender. He declares instruction: Superiority. He brightens athleticism. Focus. The smile appears through in the unknownest places, Within restaurant doors, Through the soundwaves. Through ideations: Competitive movement. Inertia and stagnation is of disinterest. Wordly reflection produces empty reciprocration. Can it be a metaphor for the observer, Can the specimen by the symbol? Both reflected from one another. There is the one, and then, the other. The challenge is: Exhibiting both states Simultaenously. This is the task of the maiden. The balancer of scales. The scientist seeks to understand, There is evidence of somes sort A hidden bliss a smile inside, a moment of analysis. Notions brought on by previous experiments. Past failures predict present outcome, Recent knowledge or estimation? Emotion links to reason, Reason negotiates but stands firm, The scientist is fatigued, his hand lowers. Body language is lazily interpreted by curious Observer, Studying this new behaviour. The professor places his spectacles on, He sees no other path to take, He concludes and hypothesises, This specimen can be learnt from No more. Specimen's silence allows flowing thoughts to pervade the mind of the observer and the scientist. Silence given to the cynicism of life, the broadened mind perceived as narrow. The observer is observed. Now conciousness changes in the realm of the user experiencing himself. Self perception, self defense, Guard is raised, Gates are closed. Only water flows through, Other matter obstructed. Maiden, Observer, Scientist, Specimen.

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From Popularity… (comes danger) From popularity comes hazard, Risk of peril, Boy or girl at danger’s call. From anonymity comes shelter: No one knowing you at all. Every country loves its tourists - Bridges, tunnels… easy access; Weapons, drugs, Lawbreakers, thugs: In short, new foes; New secret foes that no one knows. From popularity come woes. Self-imposed expansion low. Moderation is the answer, Modesty the balancer Of friendliness And isolation. From Popularity 4.17.2017 Our Times, Our Culture II; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Corwin

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC

So I broke my nose in high school, and I didn't get it fixed, so that meant that the air through my nose only went to the left side of my head, and that meant that the chi energized my left brain, but my right brain was completely unenergized, so in my travels of learning, I found out about a brain balancer which is to put my index fingers of both my hands gently right in front of my two earlobes and then meditate, breathing through the mouth, instead of the nose, and I push, gently, on the exhale, and I have a great mantra which I sing inside as a little song, and the first time that I tried it, the whole brain opened up, and I felt much better.

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Sep 30, 2012

Sep 30, 2012 at 7:01 AM UTC

kongsaeng-chris-everson

Brain Balancer

So I broke my nose in high school, and I didn't get it fixed, so that meant that the air through my nose only went to the left side of my head, and that meant that the chi energized my left brain, but my right brain was completely unenergized, so in my travels of learning, I found out about a brain balancer which is to put my index fingers of both my hands gently right in front of my two earlobes and then meditate, breathing through the mouth, instead of the nose, and I push, gently, on the exhale, and I have a great mantra which I sing inside as a little song, and the first time that I tried it, the whole brain opened up, and I felt much better.

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i want to melt away fall through this chair porous and weightless obsequious to time and the disappearing act it attempts every second plowing through space as a false fourth dimension like fabric is not artificial i want to submit to the super massive black hole in the middle of these lonely neighbor- hoods wanting everything but always empty hungrier as it consumes the almighty balancer juggling light and dark existence and absence chainsaws and flaming torches while on a uni- cycle for the amusement of what i want to decay to have a half life scientists will use to date blank stares and suburban angst i decay faster than time always approaching zero asymptotic and wistful for a perpetual motion set to stare at the yellow lit rain for eternity submerged in aesthetic my toes begin to fall asleep

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC

webinfront

Untitled

i want to melt away fall through this chair porous and weightless obsequious to time and the disappearing act it attempts every second plowing through space as a false fourth dimension like fabric is not artificial i want to submit to the super massive black hole in the middle of these lonely neighbor- hoods wanting everything but always empty hungrier as it consumes the almighty balancer juggling light and dark existence and absence chainsaws and flaming torches while on a uni- cycle for the amusement of what i want to decay to have a half life scientists will use to date blank stares and suburban angst i decay faster than time always approaching zero asymptotic and wistful for a perpetual motion set to stare at the yellow lit rain for eternity submerged in aesthetic my toes begin to fall asleep

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The last act of the balancer, to dance across the rooftops bare holding hands with Maigret, dare we look? Skyscrapers may scrape away, but I see sunlight every day hear every word they say, as cold as concrete on pillows lay. The last act does not detract from the thousand and one acts which came before au contraire, I even saw Simenon there, dancing with Maigret.

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Jules

The last act of the balancer, to dance across the rooftops bare holding hands with Maigret, dare we look? Skyscrapers may scrape away, but I see sunlight every day hear every word they say, as cold as concrete on pillows lay. The last act does not detract from the thousand and one acts which came before au contraire, I even saw Simenon there, dancing with Maigret.

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Silken stone dewed damp tipping to topple over outcropping- balanced buttress feigning flightlessness until, unexpected, uphill avalanche advances rushing, racing poised to push- rock rolls sailing slow slow slow slow- explosion echoes crisscross canyon. Sheep stop, listen long, lingering

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Jul 9, 2018

Jul 9, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC

j-c-lucas

Balancer

Silken stone dewed damp tipping to topple over outcropping- balanced buttress feigning flightlessness until, unexpected, uphill avalanche advances rushing, racing poised to push- rock rolls sailing slow slow slow slow- explosion echoes crisscross canyon. Sheep stop, listen long, lingering

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„Yours truly“ Finished page, just sign the letter with your name. Be careful, since you only have that one shot at this game. No hurries Once the whitey paper ***** in all the ink, Lean back and pour yourself a glass of the very special drink. No wine and no beer conceals the bottle No headache nor vertigo next day The memories will no longer hunt you down Just take the road and let be shown the way. There is too much to question and too much aggression I have a confession it’s my indiscretion Breath of a cancer Touch of elegant dancer Ego enhancer But never an answer Flashback into the days when everything was black and white when simply enough you could tell what’s wrong and what is right Oh wait that must have been another section of the book because this chapter is what they unmercifully took Browsing the shelves inside the library Hoping to find the missing parts The bookcases stare at you adversary Sometimes you just don’t get the perfect cards There was too much to question and only aggression through my confession gone’s indiscretion away with the cancer exhausted’s the dancer being the balancer while seeking the answer Too often washing off everyone’s melancholy stink wishing they would just one day ****** off and got a shrink One’s mind absorbs the good from people but the bad as well on the outside, though, it makes sure that no one can ever tell The book of the dead is not a fairy tale And the book of life isn’t yet for rent All there is left is to come up with a plan On how to stand up when the body’s bent Now this is the answer this is the balancer rise again will the dancer whilst free of the cancer no more indiscretion no need for confession void of aggression rid of oppression at last.

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC

yellow-pony-on-the-run

Yours truly

„Yours truly“ Finished page, just sign the letter with your name. Be careful, since you only have that one shot at this game. No hurries Once the whitey paper ***** in all the ink, Lean back and pour yourself a glass of the very special drink. No wine and no beer conceals the bottle No headache nor vertigo next day The memories will no longer hunt you down Just take the road and let be shown the way. There is too much to question and too much aggression I have a confession it’s my indiscretion Breath of a cancer Touch of elegant dancer Ego enhancer But never an answer Flashback into the days when everything was black and white when simply enough you could tell what’s wrong and what is right Oh wait that must have been another section of the book because this chapter is what they unmercifully took Browsing the shelves inside the library Hoping to find the missing parts The bookcases stare at you adversary Sometimes you just don’t get the perfect cards There was too much to question and only aggression through my confession gone’s indiscretion away with the cancer exhausted’s the dancer being the balancer while seeking the answer Too often washing off everyone’s melancholy stink wishing they would just one day ****** off and got a shrink One’s mind absorbs the good from people but the bad as well on the outside, though, it makes sure that no one can ever tell The book of the dead is not a fairy tale And the book of life isn’t yet for rent All there is left is to come up with a plan On how to stand up when the body’s bent Now this is the answer this is the balancer rise again will the dancer whilst free of the cancer no more indiscretion no need for confession void of aggression rid of oppression at last.

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