"equipoise" poems
I bear the Scales, where hang in equipoise
The night and day; and whenunto my lips
I put my trumpet, with its stress and noise
Fly the white clouds like tattered sails of ships;
The tree-tops lash the air with sounding whips;
Southward the clamorous sea-fowl wing their flight;
The hedges are all red with haws and hips,
The Hunter’s Moon reigns empress of the night.
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energy surging,
heat begetting heat
expands to dark expanse to cool and brew what slow restocking weight
with white supernal flare between
around an equipoise of center you imagined as you write
and what non-being-being residing in beneath the deep?
inspired by the question-thought embracing
death beyond what death to value life a blissful state
in even darkest reaches found
the pain a sundered gate of joy you capture with poetic greeting ploy,
that coin is split to join opposing worlds
as when blind Shiva blinded world
unbridled lust arrayed from hut to hut
obliging them his ***** to rip
but then extinguishing their rant
to foster pleading for the dance again
collecting yoga as viyoga
in samanvaya chiaroscuro maya-vidya
or adept on cosmic player focus
hate-trancendent into vast eternal love
which even Luke (14:26) dropped lovely clue to
un conditioned by contingent fondness
for what myth of real play
we stage together evermore
to frolic in the uncut hair of graves
(greenest grass to know what past)
whose leavings are for future sunrise lush to celebrate another self envisioned
in another set of singing eyes
the literal, empty, formless mien
a synthesized good-bye recursion rush
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
Balanced at the gravel margin
of the road, veiled in grey and blue,
his hands are ****** loose around
the bicycle’s white handlebars
in equipoise below his beard’s
feathered fringe. His threadbare jeans
ride up and down at the knees
with the turning of the pedals,
effortless as air. He shows the world
a look of grave surprise, it seems to me -
presents it to a land that never was his own,
but one that he is only passing through.
Roadside cottonwoods and maples
shield him from the skimming sun,
and overhead a skein of Canadian geese
call and call.
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 9:17 PM UTC
I Kinda like the female variety.
The male... uh not so much
Hard to not wonder
What exactly lies down under.
Camel Toe on Equipoise.
**** She caught me looking.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC
I'm in love with my imaginary friend.
Every night we go for walks
through the pines and twisted oak
and roll along the forest floor
sending ancient leaves to float.
Once, we laid on our backs,
head to head towards space
and synthesized soft new lights
which colored up the scene.
We made dragons dance
throughout the clouds,
eating fish in a serpent's kiss.
Pink and green pulsing slow
as raptured waves and overtones.
Behind that checkered skyline,
through a portal in the clouds
came to mind a severed vision
of her flaming hair and crown.
She has curled around my feet,
hearing the stories that I've told.
And I've watched her streak
across the sky, a shooting star,
a cosmic jewel to behold.
She's celestially empowered,
adorned with patient equipoise,
with Jupiter and Venus
meeting conjunct in her voice.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
Soma
a pharmaceutical usurpation
some subjunctive psychedelic
noxious decoction
of the capital kind
wrought by unoriginality
a conjuring elixir
to ignite the material mind
Maya
will have you
if you don't recognize
behind appearances
is always a disguise
beyond the superficial
over what eyes can surveil
may entitle you to what is
to be entailed
Yuga
beyond the ages
beyond the sages
epochs and eras
multiplied to infinity
expecting some recourse
exponential beyond sanity
gauges of the cyclical planetary
Akasha
ubiquitous aether
all pervading
all invading
revelations' recordings
substratum of
then and now
rife marshaler of how
Ishwara
great atman
ultimate overseer
transcending all time
cosmic conscience
consciousness sublime
beyond everything
sight unseen
Samadhi
reign over me
the be all and end all
of life's raisons d'être
superconsciousness
enlightenments
bestowal
of divine grace and mercy
Gunas
by knowledge of these moods
this will allow you
ambrosia of all roads
in your journey ahead
to navigate solely
without flag or fail
through equipoise unassailed
Ahimsa
through this your lips
can no longer trespass
over your welfare
or the welfare of any other
true liberation
from human inebriation
true love for one another
Siddhis
they will misunderstand you
not being like the same
eschewing commonality
for the perfected mindscape
a narrowed perspective
to focus more completely
upon the rarest of views
Om
what can be said
of this holiest sound
that permeates all ethers
the skies and the grounds
Brahman of this plane
and all that surrounds
now perish all that confounds
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Life as a high school wallflower served me
without any budding female friendships
until lo…
a gent tulle mandate from my late mother uprooted me
from mine kempf familiar bedrock level road terrain
which venue offered a groundswell
to blossom forth into golden sterling resplendent rod
of natural equipoise (this an unbiased opinion) and balance
with freestyle improvisational swinging motions
unchained from the moors of formality
and lit figurative saint elmo’s sesame street fiery dance
allowing, enabling and providing this shy awkward self
during his young adulthood
to cast away four ever
thy self embroidered handsome
straight as an arrow
naturally high as a kite young guy
buzzing like a yellow jacket
thus liberating spontaneity that je nais sais quoi joie vivre
clamoring headlong toward venus
from healthy pistil packing overflowing bin
laden well nigh testosterone erupting *****
toward opposite gender
whereby bravado donned as key
to *** field of whet dreams
fostering initial albeit late blooming
roll in the hay hormonally rooted rutting squeal!
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
Neither this nor that
A perfect in-between
Spirit breath
Cosmic stance
The compression of a universe
Into one indivisible point
An expansion of a universe
into all points
A noun for oneness
Unanimous stillness
The experience
Of now
MChallis © 2015
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
2/13/15
I want to be a dust cloud
off the grid as a ghost,
invisible.
The will to be unaffiliated
and resilient with equipoise.
I'm the moon light at night,
the sun blaze by day,
the thunder of my memory is yet to come. my Guessing will soon be forgotten.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
“Haunted Houses” (1858)
All houses wherein men have lived and died
__Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
__With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,
__Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
__A sense of something moving to and fro.
There are more guests at table, than the hosts
__Invited; the illuminated hall
Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,
__As silent as the pictures on the wall.
The stranger at my fireside cannot see
__The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;
He but perceives what is; while unto me
__All that has been is visible and clear.
We have no title-deeds to house or lands;
__Owners and occupants of earlier dates
From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,
__And hold in mortmain still their old estates.
The spirit-world around this world of sense
__Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
Wafts through these earthly mists and vapors dense
__A vital breath of more ethereal air.
Our little lives are kept in equipoise
__By opposite attractions and desires;
The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,
__And the more noble instinct that aspires.
These perturbations, this perpetual jar
__Of earthly wants and aspirations high,
Come from the influence of an unseen star,
__An undiscovered planet in our sky.
And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud
__Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light,
Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd
__Into the realm of mystery and night,–
So from the world of spirits there descends
__A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,
__Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
thunder declaring with a mighty noise
what we once knew but later chose to hide
believing we had so few other ploys
and only a small chance to save our pride
this was the the noble sound we came to hear
sublimest product of the engineer
of music there was the full weight of night
being lifted up around us the height
of passion reached in moments and the pace
of dragons felt as if it were their right
we knew it all and knew it all for grace
the calm the strain the skill that he deploys
marks the director as the truest guide
brimful of zest and yet with equipoise
he knows he's got us all here for the ride
to turn us all at once to wolf and deer
and have a world of magic just appear
before our eyes without the power of sight
by mass effect of sound and not of light
no easy thing our plain lives to displace
a thousand voices is a tool of might
we knew it all and knew it all for grace
my eye is on the many girls and boys
in rank behind as all these worlds collide
what do they know how do they have such poise
in the great task in which they are allied
so much depends on voice bright and austere
all deeply human that is very clear
we have full understanding of the rite
and know the meaning all the words incite
into the sacred silence of this space
hope for escape from the old mortal plight
we knew it all and knew it all for grace
prince you have asked about that magic night
and how the mass of sound was got just right
across the world i tell you to your face
you had to be there darkness vanished quite
we knew it all and knew it all for grace
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
an obsession defined is no obsession at all
strong, barely controllable, passion, when it rules
is invisible to the
when the storm passes
you are seeing the earth in the process of balance
the storms are not blotches of color on a screen
they do not follow dotted lines or spiked curves
they are living breathing churning of equipoise
and a universe strongly influenced by entropy
balance being a continuous give and take
in both large and small doses
you are truly alive only when you are young
the effects of todays spring thaw
will be felt tomorrow in the lower Lamoille
there seems to be room for more river
between the bank
the machines will increase flow
both upstream and down in a balance of volume
and it has been noticed that birds
prepare of the cold of the night
by roosting in pines facing the direction
of the morning sun
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
How many times should I need to lose you,
before I learn the rules of your equipoise - I wonder.
And how many times should you need to cast me out,
before you learn to bear my unmasked sight - You may not know.
I have already figured out this discoloration,
and, darling - it is going to **** us soon.
What we need now is to have those blades of ours again,
what we need now is to be delivered by our own Caesarean -
from this womb of pretense-fate
and see the light of our true day.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 4:10 AM UTC
Pain and sorrow let loose to ****
Joy and bliss left free to roam;
Dark and night, light and day,
Value, justice, apathy.
To tell the truth or tell a lie?
To believe or to deceive,
To see false for false or real for real,
Madness, waste, insanity.
The strength to endure the harshest blow,
The weakness to fall.
The vigor to rise, the dread to turn back,
Panache, terror, equipoise.
Cry to the night, weep to the stars,
Lament your losses and your gains.
Feel the poignance to exist,
To love, to lose, to fight and win.
The flower's bloom, the sun's warm glow,
The happiness of emptiness,
Inane joys rotting in our souls;
Comfort, peace, banality.
Logic and rationality,
Sound reason to do, to live, to die.
Euphoria in just purpose, despair in cogent cause.
Wherefore, why, validity.
Emotions, feelings, vagaries,
Justice, madness, equipoise,
Love and loss, joy and ease, farce, reason, tragedy;
Where lay the world's true alchemy?
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Pretty people
everyone is equal
look out for the sequel
where I explain
we're not all the same.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
Do we value money more than the time it takes to achieve it?
We waste our lives for it?
I waste my life for what?
My priorities for what? Missions, goals, dreams, for what?
I waste life on things I find more interesting than essays about people long put in the dust.
I hunger for highs, good times, but I get lows, work is important but how much–
for certain?–
I do not know.
I draw back from application, while wishing for balance. Instead of working hard I found it easy to survive off of talent.
I want to learn,
yet haven’t grown,
to find the equipoise of work and play. I know what I do instead.
I spend my time lazily, convincing myself at every turn that tomorrow will wait for me,
that I’ll have time
and
enough time to finish everything, and everything well.
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 7:21 PM UTC
Neither this nor that
A perfect in between
A single breath
The simplest stance
The compression of a universe
into one point
The expansion of a universe
into all points
A noun for oneness
An infinite stillness
An experience
of now.
Martin Challis 2014
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
my eidolon is my equipoise
your voice is vice versa
I would deal only in ideals
if not cursed by my precursors
what came before I came before you
conditions my condition
Im bringing down what brings me down
content in forcing your contrition
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
I am not naïve
I am not confused
I am not hopeful
I am in love with the impossible!
I am not Spring in December,
I am Spring that sprints through the calendar.
I am not the fallen leave of Autumn,
I am the equinox of equilibrium.
I am the equipoise of hope (lost and found).
Profound is my sigh,
loudly reverting through the melodies of the universe.
Universal is the language cemented in words,
that attempt to explain, forces beyond human understanding.
I am the symmetry of complex hymns, rhymes, and verses,
flowing through time and space.
Through the window I peek, to see who’s coming.
Yet, I do not miss a beat…..I continue sprinting
through bitter winters and recalescent summers.
I am to yesterday, what food is to hunger.
Today and the future are lovers constantly quarrelling.
I am naïve.
I am confused.
I am hopeful.
I am in love with the impossible!
LeydisProse
6/14/2017
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC