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I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.

quote by George Canning
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Things To Be Balanced

Balance my heart between fast and slow beating rate,
Balance my wealth between the pauper and the rich state,
Balance my food between malnourished and overeating,
Balance my thought between weird and super serene.

Balance the car tyres to get aligned,
Balance the budget without any deficit,
Balance the love for the work and the family,
Balance the time between the recreations and duties.

Lord, Balance my posture of attitude at the altitude,
Balance my temperamental words when in multitude,
Balance the balance of deeds, on the judgment day,
by adding some good deeds or removing something bad.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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There Is No Balance On A See-Saw

It's hard to balance on a see-saw.
When one goes up...
Someone's on the ground,
And...
Not sitting stuck.
They know when to rise up.

There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
Even if two got off.
Even if they both got off.

People are always seeking equalness,
When there's no weight.
People are always seeking something...
But they lack the patience.
They don't think when someone is down,
That may keep one off the ground.
With a looking around in the air,
But one on a see-saw...
Will not in the air,
Stay there!

There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
One may see what the other saw.
One may see what the other saw.

There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
Even if they both got off.
Even if they both got off.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scale

Her own personal scale
Balancing out
Her imperfections
And humanity
With everything his world holds.
Not ignoring who she is
Or taking what he wants
Leaving the broken, battered gem
The way it is.
He is a balance
Between too much
And too little.
He is honest when he should be
He is honest all the time
He listens to her
And shares his life so.
He laughs and jokes
Yet is serious and calm
He is all she wants
Needs to be.
He takes the gem
From the poked and prodded life
And cares for it
Admires the beauty.
The gem
A pure crystal
He can see right through
Placed in his life.
The cracked hollow parts
Deep within
Are balanced
With the pieces of him
His honesty
Understanding
Healing the diamond so.
But he is her diamond too
What she sees in him
She sees in her.
Not so much
The balance way
But more of
How they view the world.
How she hopes
She's his balance too.
So they balance away
Him the scale
And she the gem (in his eyes) .

poem by Thamer Mager
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Balance is so important in our lives. In our busy world, we can give ourselves balance between thinking and feeling.

quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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A Man on His Deathbed Gazing At His Wife

I can’t remember when
I felt anything for myself
Except for revulsion and contempt;
I haven’t been worried for years
And anxious for months
On my own account,
The sum of my existence
Is a small amount.

When the balance is due,
When everything is settled
And every vital decision decided,
I need to know
That you made it through this world
With your soul and psyche whole,
That you found the happiness
I was unable to give you.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Balance

What island is this that I'm on?
With no regrets that I'm desolate.
What is it that I gave up and glad is gone?
That left me with headaches from night 'till dawn!

I sought to seek...
And now I keep,
Within me deep...
A,
Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.

Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.

What island is this that I'm on?
With no regrets that I'm desolate.
What is it that I gave up and glad is gone?
That left me with headaches from night 'till dawn!

Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.
And I had to distance from those shores.

Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
And I will keep this with me forevermore.
Balance.
I will keep this with me forevermore.
My balance!
And,
I will keep this with me forevermore.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.

quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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Reflection of Life

Life is not about making money,
Life is not about acquiring power,
Life is not about gaining recognition or wealth.

Life is definitely not about work!
Work is only necessary to keep us living
so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life.

Life is a balance of Work, Family and Personal time.
You decide how you want to balance your Life.
Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but
always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts.

Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life,
the whole aim of human existence.

So, take it easy, do what you want to do
and appreciate nature.

Life is fragile, Life is short.
Do not take Life for granted.
Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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In the face of moral sin

The river flows soothingly yonder,
The mountains and valleys above have azure skies,
Intensely confounded and feeling voluptuous,
For the nifty zephyr is everywhere, aloft and above.

Down therein yonder,
Strident recrimination hitherto transpire,
Stringent laws, viz discrimination,
Therein is the reception of hell.

Stymieing, not minding,
Affluent people, have auxiliaries, slaves,
Indigent people are innocent to be slaves,
Invariably being sold to recalcitrants people.

Intensely confounded, not voluptuous,
Abject confound, not euphoria,
Is the world of 22'st millenium.

Reverting to BC is the maiden thing to redress,
Reverting to be the antiquarian of the past,
Shall not redress,
Shall harbour regrets.

poem by C.D. Xiang
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Horses Makes You Happy

When your day seems out of balance
and so many things go wrong.
When people fight around you,
And the day drags on so long...

When parents act like children
And you think they will get a divorce
Go to the field
And hug your horse

Your horse calms you down
Makes you feel more happier
The gentle breath
With one little tear
Dragging from your face

When you look at him
Look at his eyes
He will be happy
You will a have a big surprise! ! !

His head rests on your shoulder
you groomed him good and tight
He puts your world in balance
and makes it seem all right.

Your tears will soon stop flowing,
The sadness is now ended.
The garbage has been lifted
you’ll be quiet and at peace.

So when you need the balance
go to your horse each day
The best happiness you can seek
is out there chomping on hay!

poem by Karen Weimorts
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Sonnet: Let Science Help Discover God

It is an age of scientific progress,
A double edge weapon in human hands;
If well harnessed, man’s wants it can redress,
And meet the new century’s new demands.

Improve, it can the quality of life;
But if misused, brings extreme misery;
It can most men deliver from most strife,
And help to uncover God’s mystery.

Science makes less things that it can well destroy;
Man well ignores the existence of God;
In many hands, Science is a tool and toy,
And gives glory to man, tho’ made from clod.

poem by John Celes
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story

Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Road to Success

The road to success is not straight,
There is a curve called FAILURE,
A loop called CONFUSION,
Speed bumps called FRIENDS,
Red light called ENEMIES and
caution lights called FAMILY.

But if you have a spare called
DETERMINATION,
An engine called PERSEVERANCE,
Insurance called FAITH and
A driver called JESUS (GOD, ALLAH, ISHVAR)
You will make it to a place called
SUCCESS

poem by Pratiksha Jain
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Colossal Youth

If you think the world is
A machine with one cog
And that cog is you,
Or the things that you do
Then you are not in this world
The world is not you
If you think the world
Is a balloon in your head
When it goes bang only
You will be dead
cos you are not in this world
The world is not you
If you think the world lies
At the top of your legs
And you only live when you are in bed
Then you are not in this world
The world is your head
If you think the world is
A clutter of existence
Falling through the air
With minimal resistance
You could be right, how would I know?
Colossal youth is showing the way to go

song performed by by Young Marble Giants
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989. What Is Solitude?

Amma, What Is Solitude?

World is always busy.
Blind mind too busy all the time.

I seek a place to be in solitude,
To brood over the meaningfulness
-of the existence of the world;
-of the existence of the mind.

On hill tops,
On river sides,
On vast deserts,
On sea shores,
In green vales …

Wherever I go,
Both world and mind follow me ever.
Can’t get rid of these shameless ones.

What is the meaning of SOLITUDE?

poem by Raman Savithiri
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Five realms

a realm where
existence is mere eyes
year after year only sights
in sky of no man's land

a realm where
existence is only ears
year after year only sounds,
stone shrouded, loud and dark

a realm where
existence is only taste
year after year a sea
leaping into a crevice of tongues
sharp, bloodred and flipping like snake's

a realm where
existence is only touch
year after year of a roaring
wind passing through haunting plains

a realm where
existence is mere smell
year after year of fragrance
wafting, through a million
fibriletting nostrils of blooms

contented until
the realm of desire
strikes that results in all five
carvorting to each other
for a taste of a wider world
where each would merge
with the other to party on mother earth
with God, devils, angels

the only realm where
all other realms converge
till they are recalled home
to the five separate self contained
realms see, hear, taste, touch, and
smell in a world of enlightenment

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Nocturnal Reflections

In the darkness of the night
I stop and wonder if my existence
Has changed the world in any way
Have I been noticed
Or am I just another, whose flesh and blood,
Presence on Earth
Is only for the sake of another soul
Drifting away with time.
In the darkness of the night
I stop and wonder if my existence
Has altered the world in any way.

song performed by by Quo Vadis
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The World in my eyes

The world. A harsh place, yet
through the harshness of its existence comes
a ray of light, brought by passion,
passion from the existence of the human race
of individuals making peace, love, violence,
A contrast.
The world, a place of ever growing pain and hate,
the place once fuelled on love cannot breathe, is dying without pain.
Think.
The world once powered by unity is sickened without grief.

poem by Lindsey A Rogerson
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Exception

in any perfect world you tend to create
always leave a hole for the unexpected
called exception
in any perfect world you dream to make
always leave a rift for the unpredictable
called exception
before your perfect world crushed down
in your seamless glass by the crack of unknown
called exception