"equalize" poems
Birthdays from childhood
Are full of celebrations, is understood.
It was not any different for me
Till the unusual plea!
For my 13th birhday
The first time I gave away!
Instead of getting gifts
I contributed to the orphans by giving gifts...
Now I look back to those days
On how happy were they in all ways
I have given tones of gifts
To my fellow companions
But nothing can equalize the happy faces
Of the orphans in their mazes.
Even today I relish
The small gifts I bestowed
To those unknown orphans,,,
Is what which makes my life today
With a brimming hurray!
The way they valued my gifts
No matter how small
They looked at me tall,
And gave the happiest call
Which I would never forget at all!
Those were the real happy days of mine
Which are valued as divine
And will never decline
But I do hope will combine
To give more hapiness: for I define:-
We make a living by what we get
And make a life by what we give!.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
I am never not surprised,
when someone else has the courage to look me in my eyes,
to tell me bald-faced lies,
that say I am too dramatized
as a white girl trying to equalize
and see the world before me rise
to say we're not satisfied
to say with honesty we despise
a government who seems to tyrannize
its citizens into fearing they be deprived
of food, water, and electricity. So they have to believe in the guise.
That we are a nation paralyzed.
By lies.
I am just a twenty two year old, Caucasian female
addicted to the idea I can help you see we will prevail.
Our nation teeters on the brink.
Help me save our souls,
Before they take us out like MLK, Lennon, JFK
All with a blink.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
For a long period of time, we have been told to conform to the different standards set for us by the society. We grew up in a system where having milk colored skin and lean, slender bodies is the only acceptable image of beauty. Several advertisements and individuals will try to tell you what you need to buy or do to improve yourself, and I’m writing this letter to say that you are superb; a creation of purpose.
In a world where violence, fear and hate continue to exist, it is essential for us to unify and persist in eradicating the barriers that have been placed before us. Regardless of our differences - our backgrounds, religions, ethnicity, political views, jobs, academic standing, and flaws or perfections – we all want the same thing in life: respect, love and success. We all want to be seen and esteemed for who we are but we must also know that a women’s success doesn’t equalize with another’s failure. It is important that we work forward in life hand in hand, rather than to step on others just to rise above everyone else. Know that there is a time, place and an opportunity for all of us to accomplish our dreams. Know that you are able to think for yourself – despite of what the world keeps telling you. I believe that women like you and me are capable of creating history every day. I believe in the power of inseparability, that we could push the boundaries and open other people’s minds to a better discourse if we collectively act to make it happen.
As we celebrate International Women’s Month, I encourage you to find the good in the women around you. Let yourself be inspired by their experiences setbacks and victories. By doing this, we not only strengthen our respect for one another, but we open doors for others and ourselves.
This is letter is for all the women who’s looking for their place in this world. Whoever you may be – a student, a businesswoman, a coach, a lawyer, a janitor, a musician, a scientist, a military, a teacher, a traveler, a doctor, an athlete, a poet, or a transwoman – know that you are smart, beautiful, inspirational and strong.
Thank you for being yourself.
Sincerely,
Pat
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
One story may change the world someday. One that will revolutionize the steady constants of how everyday aspects judges itself too harshly. Never finding the solve of anti pressure release syndromes. Plot is plot. Ideas are always outspoken. Even if one or the other hasn’t agreed. Won’t change the facts given to the recipient who may have already judged the opposing two. Without running through what they have already been about. Futuristic plot devices aren’t important. As it may not even exist. Storytelling being a futuristic realization to knowing something before it happens. Feelings clawing thought processes. Thought processes trying to equalize the incoming rush of emotions that rise and fall. Feelings being a different breed centered in the middle of the steady constant. Revolutionizing what you already know. Blind to see it through. Thought processes aren’t too judging. Except when you start to trust feelings too much. A jealous implication arises. Knowing what you already know before it happens. Is no different then how one already figured it out. Feelings handle it with care. Thought processes stuck in the mud. A puppy without any directional skills. A master never telling its true flaws if it couldn’t understand itself to begin with. Jealousy is rising even more. A fixed implication is becoming more dominant. Revolutionizing the main flaw more and more. Nothing is without equal if you never give it a chance. Feeling the way through all the clutter. Clutter not being your fault. You were molded by the pressure of what storytelling has made you into. Plot devices center these focuses without thinking outside itself. Your only to blame, when subjects apart of your judging becomes too sterile for you to notice anymore. Drying out the process of trusting something with care. Becoming one who is blind to never looking outside itself again! Becoming the stick in the mud. How does one avoid? Easy! Storytelling being a futuristic realization! PS… Don’t claim what you already know!
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
Living in a world with no honest leader.
Every single day comes a new victor,
using the people's heart to paint the picture of fear.
When will we escape the rampant greed running amuck?
Become our own leaders and stop giving a ****
When asked questions like these, the defenders only have a mouthful.
The reins of power should be in the hands of the masses,
known as the powerful.
They shake at night with terrors of their past.
They finally understand they have worn a fake mask.
When will we stop eating from a government feeder?
Finally equalize and balance the power teeter.
We must, living in a world with no honest leader.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
My mother questions, “Why aren’t we equal?”
As she paints my walls with white
She wonders why my colorful friends don’t get as lucky as me
But she also wonders about the financial aid the government says we don’t need
I bang on her white walls and insist we’re well off
But she still asks why
And I can’t say “you! It’s because of people like you that my friends need a dollar or two”
Because of the way she plays hypocrite
Condemning welfare and the impoverished while asking why she doesn’t get any
Confirming the stereotype that most people aren’t innately racist
It’s just their own thoughtlessness that causes the disconnect
And it’s not just my mother, it’s all my people, me too
My friend once asked, “Why is Kierra so into social justice?”
Maybe because the history of our ancestors was carried on the backs of her people
Maybe because even today my people say we’re so good, so equal, so righteous
When we still look at a black man and assume the white is better
We don’t mean it but my assumptive mind insists that Kierra always needs a hand
When what is really needed is a strict hand to the side of my head
Jostle that rude assumption out of my head
She is her own person, not a broken house left on stilts
And assuming she is broken is worse than anything I can think of
So it’s a double edged sword because races need to work together to fix this atrocity
But we must also give each their freedom to grow and equalize equally
I will never understand the plight of one a different race
But I understand plight, from my gender and my mental state
My mother always told me treat everyone fairly
She always said to treat everyone right
But here she keeps on going
Painting my walls with white
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
earn me
entice me
ensure me
enlighten me
enlist me
entertain me
effectuate me
envelope me
entrap me
enthrall me
enrapture me
enslave me
edify me
elate me
evolve me
elicit me
expand me
entrust me
employ me
equalize me
envy me
excise me
exhaust me
extinguish me
erode me
erase me
evict me
estrange me
exhume me
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 6:43 AM UTC
The clock becomes a detachable head.
Acquiesced to the ground
The fragments become priceless.
Wrinkled people grovel over the eager glass
Pick them up and risk the cuts.
Vibrations equalize
and everyone is holding hands
stuffing their distractions and sadness
into a sack
looking into each others’ eyes
blurring the faces into one
letting go is hard at first
but then after it is hard
to keep from spinning out of control.
At first sharing for simplicity
and then in a disease involuntarily
for daytime T.V shows
and self-help-how-to-do-your-life books
by self-proclaimed seers and prophets
reading the palm of your hand
which is also mine
and his.
No time
to stop
not for a second.
you are
the god
and all the questions are answered
you are the ice that covers sidewalks
warmth will defrost thought out actions,
instilling the masterpiece.
Response:
Why not look inside of you?
Are there questions that cannot be answered?
Yes but only because of detail
and the sharp and spiky squares of
Science.
the dance we learn to stop dancing,
goes on after us and goes on into forever.
like forever may not be there.
it doesn’t seem to note or care
that the space between your two ears.
comforts my neck best
or constellations crossing your chest
constantly suggests no matter the rearrangement
no coincidences are circumstance
I’m trying not to look for it
some reality where I belong
if forever sees it has missed a beat
laughing and playing.
I so obediently repeat
what you’ve so gracefully said to me.
Life is not a sign for anything else.
It is more of an enigmatic saying from a hermit
below a full moon
purely nonsense insane.
…but realizing the smile with which it was contained.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC
An old and tattered Bible Is the crux of a dispute.
Bernice King has possession of what her brothers see as loot.
The book was dear to Doctor King thru trials and tribulations
And with him on the Selma march in the days that changed the nation.
To her; a priceless heirloom of King’s Dream to equalize.
To her brothers it’s an asset that they hope to monetize.
This book, signed by the President, is not a ****** prize
to be bought by some collector and hid from others eyes.
So now there is a lawsuit and I hope the judge is wise
Wise as a modern Solomon in how he will decide.
This Bible is a legacy, inspired word and proof
Of what one man can accomplish when addicted to the Truth.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
I am nearing seventy,
my woman, has me, surpassed.
that hallmark of difference,
is a race I can’t catch her up,
so always on the lookout for ways,
ways to equalize the difference.
laying in bed on a beautiful
Tuesday, (renamed Twosday)
romantic muse-marveling how
an ordinary weekday came to be
so spectacular, the senses are
keening, preening, as the warm
loving feelings upping with sun,
rising, and my eyes welling tears,
of youthful gratefulness and love
so
I propose we get matching tattoos
to lock in this storied moment historical.
She smiles.
Stealthy moves as if to bed exit,
when with a sudden twist of fate,
reverses with one of the three pillows,
her in-bed-reading-backup-accompanists,
no pretense, she tries to beat me to near-death.
Later.
She inquires.
“What tattoo exactly did I have in mind?”
Till Death Do Us Part
(inside a heart, optional).
She snorts.
“That can be arranged, if you get more deranged!”
*from now on my passing thoughts of loving celebration,
gonna just keep on passing by, except for maybe, just,
tattoos of chocolates, a money saving device, so many
occasions useful, now you understand this poem’s entitlement.*
Ogdiddynash
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
Inane heart,
How I wish with you to part,
You are the equivalent of my death,
Even as you beat with my every breath,
Inane heart,
If only your wants I could restart,
You’re a hopeless thing,
Of which only with pain can bring,
Inane heart,
You and I lack the ability to impart,
You walk in one direction,
And I hold back in objection,
Inane heart,
We have grown apart,
You’ve only led me in the past to pain and sorrow,
Left me dark and left me hollow,
Inane heart,
I plead we compromise,
And our wants equalize,
I’ll let you love inane heart to your content,
But you will never fall too hard in order my brokenness prevent.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:05 AM UTC
Straggler whose self-edifying whip
signs the energy of strandedness...
padlocked to the cold ******* of earth,
whose blood flecks gold in a rain of
rays...ready to consume wholes in
that broadening light of upturned eyes.
Its scales, scaling scales that seem to
equalize as open arms...legless, armless--
that belly's bloated deformity.
Fluxing fat off the land, swiveling exclamation
point tapping its head to outer reaches.
Honorary guest ex nihilo,
whose hiss is silence in reverse.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
12-meter deep
to hurt your ears
equalize
reclaim, your hold
18-meter deep
to calm your eyes
accommodate
life, behold
a thousand and one
to meet and greet
be it under the blue
or under the green
the gobies hide
the corals wave
an infinitesimal
wondrous grace
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
*The burn from the needle
the sting from the ice
the fire sensation
it's less than suffice
How could you ever
think you could equalize the pain
I felt in my heart
from your lovesick games
Dear past love
you took the breath out of me
choking me with your words
for now I am buried below the sea*
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
The Masquerade Man
He lives, Laughs, & Loves like the thunderous seas, but sometimes it's not quite enough. Yearning for more, Guidelessly He roams to no avail. In search for the things that make him feel alive. Yet He fails to see He is ensnared in His own lies. Bounded by the reckless & ruthless flames of influence, He is constantly molded into shells of His older self. Day by Day He awakes with a Mind manifested by false pretense. He realizes new ways to Equalize with His surroundings are becoming as Unbearable as Raging Hurricanes Decimating his Soul. So He shoots for the Stars, Aiming to recapture His grace. And to no Avail, He continues to Roam guideless like the weaping winds hoping to one day Find His place.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
Dear Mr. One-In-A-Billion
I'm one of the billion
trying to get some of your billions
but I'm just part of the sum of your billions.
I'm the one in your pocket
with only ones in my pocket
avoiding guns and rockets
that came from your pocket.
You keep a gun to my head
by putting guns in my head
with the guns you have led
bringing guns to a head.
I became your captive
you're a velocicaptor commercial raptor
with a manner didactic
to mandate moralistic methods of capture.
When I ask you to stop
I'm thwarted by cops
when I ask you to go
I'm thwarted by no's.
You tell us to fly when you know that we're hurt
you say it's the sky when we know that it's dirt
you give us a tie when all we have is a shirt
until the day we die and no longer have worth.
You providers provide
petite provisions
then dastardly deride
demographic divisions
parading pride
parroting patriotism
but the parrots died
during the schism.
You don't trust me because of my bank account
I don't trust you because of your body count
you don't care because your banks can't be counted
I care too much because every body counts.
Monopoly is a boar's game
the banker controls the board
the banker determines the gored
and property determines the score.
For equality we must equalize our equity
and make austerity analogous to antiquity
allowing annihilation of our antipathies
so we can delete deficit driving deficiencies.
We need charity baked into the system
so parity will be caked onto our vision
so we can stop worrying about cheddar
and give our cheese to the beggars
but you're the only baker around
with a shop full of dough
that you throw into the oven
to feed us sugarcoated lies.
Please stop feeding us tryptophan
through avenues like Instagram
or other similar brands
infecting culture with a businessman
until we're business ******
except for a select few
one of whom is you
and your billionaire brood.
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 6:46 PM UTC
On the ground, burning brightly, sits a heart shaped box,
the flames licking out over the sides torment the concrete beneath,
its resistance to the chemical reaction an absurd defiance,
the eternal heat trying to equalize itself, but the gray stands firm.
Insects crawl in and out of the fire, lightning themselves up
with the purity of a break down, a catastrophic reluctance
finally left to its own devices, they wander away from the heart,
the beat of their wings throwing ash and embers into the air.
When the torrent finally subsides, there now resides a charred and black spot,
burned into the resistant concrete, a heart shaped center the most prominent,
amongst the amorphous shape of the rest, an incredible indecision,
when it comes to what corner to take, what rounded edge to make.
There is no art here, there is no soul here, there is no heart here,
there is only a darkened, erratic, and tread upon indistinct outline
left to remind the passers by how lucky they are,
to know what love is.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
The grand nature of existence,
So delicate and supple.
Allow truth to enter your eyes,
Removing doubt from the confines of retribution.
The laws of nature
Shall imbue your spirit
With strength so far reaching
You would think you were dreaming.
Admit that the factual container
Of lies has served its duty.
The normal tendency of escape
Into a pattern of mistakes
Has been blown out of proportion.
Equalize and acquiesce
The moments desire and nothing less.
Allow an enigmatic psychology
To permeate the very fabric of your being,
Blanketing the treacherous reminder
Of a life without direction.
Declare solitude
in eternal conviction
Of passion fueled living.
Craft your reality.
Infuse meaning with direction.
Carve out a picture so grand
That only you could appreciate it.
Inside the tiny dark space,
Tucked behind archaic connections long forgotten,
Witness the muses of an insane creation,
Slowly working, slowly showing,
Revealing bits of curious movement.
In the end I am just a messenger
Talent is nothing more
Than skill dressed in will.
Life is a vivid scheme scheme of joy
painted on photons
flying through cosmos and
Manifesting in the perception of beauty.
My only request
Is that you enter the lair of truth
and seek no counsel.
Take it upon your own hands to end destitute solutions
That have robbed your will of hunger
And have starved your passionate wonder.
POWER,
Be it.
DIRECTION,
Feel it.
DESIRE,
Chase it.
Embark on a self-prophetic journey,
Centering the life you're meant to live
In a consecrated permeation
Of the live you deserve.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Human nature is to be a creeper.
We use the weak, meek and backward sections
as branches of trees.
To keep the growth uniform.
nature intends to equalize
by earthquake, flood or forest fire,
but the devastation is area specific.
Societies come up and resort to democracy.
15th Oct. 2016
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
What is desperation
A hunger, a longing
A need for a new beginning
A call for reconciliation
Is it the worst thing in life
Well that depends on your said desperation
Is it a desperation to hold a loving hand
Or is it a desperation to use a deadly knife
Is it to love or to hate
To equalize or discriminate
To live life or to test fate
To throw away, or appreciate
Some desperations lead to good things
Others reap the seeds of death
Be careful of your desperations
For they determine life's blessings
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
I jack off everyday
Everyday
Not at work though.usually at night
I watch movies too.
I should start reading again.
I have a really ****** life which persists despite my best efforts to improve.
Systemic poverty and growing up in a household full of ****** I won't make excuses. I just despise you ******* ***** who had everything given to you on a pladder and are still insufferable with your excuses. Fuccbois and Sarahs and Emma's, decay on the excrement pile.
I will succeed , if success is contentedness. Pain can only last so lo g before it becomes your normal.
If your whole life is having your intestines slowly wrung from your body and your testicles desheathed eventually things will equalize.
Hell isn't a state of mind, it's just a nightmare that thinks it's a dream , and I woke up too soon, you'll be there too and with a certain someone
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC
My Heart
My heart’s like steel
My heart’s like ice
It’s hard for me to feel
and to equalize
There’s a view, I’ve been told
from your mountain too
Wish I knew what I’ll see
when I see like you
I wonder what will happen to my world
when that other flag unfurls
I’m mining for metal,
there’s no doubt
I wonder what kind
I guess I’ll soon find out
Will it be iron,
or will it be gold
when I dig deep down
where I’ve been told
I wonder what will happen to my world
when that other flag unfurls
Can I cross the valley
if I’m blind
If I make that climb
what will I find
I wonder what will happen to my world
when that other flag unfurls
Sean Hunt April 2017
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC