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The words are ludicrous at times, but you add the reality to it and that gives it the balance it has.

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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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Completely Ludicruous

Completely ludicrous......

Mountain aquifer the source for us to feed
and we are the author of greed
let the amnesty cry, yet
we are the master of greed....

The blocked resources are our weapon`s at sigh
and disturb the peace at Gaza is way of our life
beyond the seas and at faraway skies
let us bury the peace ever to dry.....

Let the wandering mother for scanty water
between the rubbles find thin flow of life
carrying the filled container in denied legal rights
aquifer first was discovered and got polite words
'Completely Ludicrous'.....
let the famous words spread on earth
where Nature too completely ludicruous.....

(These are the words used by Israli Govt. spoke person Mark Regev called Amnesty claim as Completely Ludicrous for depriving palestenian from water)

poem by Lily Peace Lago Every By To Ph
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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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A Hundred Times Over

A hundred times over words have flowed through my fingers to the keys
A hundred times over I have released the freedom that is in my mind,
A hundred times over I have become one with my inter most longing,
A hundred times over I have taken a journey to show you my own world.
A hundred times over I have written of pain and life, of sorrow and joy,
A hundred times over I have used my art to show you what's in my mind
A hundred times over again I will show you.
A hundred times over I have cried for those, whose names are untold,
A hundred times over I have showed you their pain.
A hundred times over I have become their connection to you,
A hundred times over I have showed you the beauty of our world,
A hundred times over I have taken you somewhere you may never see,
A hundred times over my words have screamed the horror of darkness,
A hundred times over I have sung to you the beauty of light,
A hundred times over I have taken your hand to lead you to a new place
A hundred time over I have written for those who have no words to write
A hundred times over I have tried to show truth in a world of lies,
A hundred times over I have have tried to show the world's beauty,
A hundred times over again I will lead down these paths,
A hundred times over and over again I will show you reality,
A hundred times over and over again I shall show you my world,
A hundred times over and over again until you have memorised truth,
A hundred times over again until you can repeat what I have told,
A hundred times over again shall I create an art of words, time, of life.
A hundred times over again I shall do this,
A hundred times over again.
A hundred times over.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Ding! Ding! Ping! Ping!

together now
let us sing
the song of inanity
the song of no meaning
it is the song of the no-light
the song of the ludicrous
the ludicrous become meaning
meaning become ludicrous
This become that
That become this
ding! ding! ding! ding!
ping! ping! ping! ping!
everything has penetrated its opposite
and the world become beastly
no beginning, no end
no origins
let us sing now
the world topsy-turvy
the brain in a soup,
the mind's one word: baa-baa-baa
you sing one line
the other another
and then all together
the song of bad breath and yawns
ding! ding! ding! ding!
ping! ping! ping! ping!
we see King Lear walking
naked in the plains
and we have the Imposter
with his heavy butt on the Throne
which is a Toilet with automated cistern
let us sing then
not then, but now
together now
let us sing
the song of inanity
the song of no meaning
it is the song of the no-light
the song of the ludicrous
the ludicrous become meaning
ding! ding! ding! ding!
ping! ping! ping! ping!

poem by Raj Arumugam
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Power Of Words

Written words are powerful
Able to influence and elicit change

More powerful yet are spoken words
Birthed in the mind, delivered through
Tongue, diaphragm and lungs
Working in concert to deliver voice
Intelligent vibrations creating reality

Somewhere an angry someone screams
“I hate you”
Words moving through space unhindered
Past countless stars in countless galaxies
Wreaking endless havoc on God’s Creation

Thinking with one's heart before speaking
Glorifies the positive power of words
Destruction ceases, balance restored

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Crackling words

I am the thunder
that crackles in your words
and make blue sparks,
when you write thoughts down.

I branch to wherever
your words go
and hit every place
where your letters go.

At times I bring new life
in your verses
with the rain
and sometimes I am the one
that unfolds heartache, repentance
and hold the abyss,
but it’s I
that builds your words
and tell others
how you see life
and the world.

I constantly spark
new thoughts open
and cleave right through rock
to reveal truth and reality
and at times I light the way
where you walk
and at sometimes it’s I
that brings the darkness.

poem by Gert Strydom
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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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Time And Time And Time Again

Time and time and time
again
i've sought a perfect rhyme
time and time and time
again
it just comes to me
when
those times and times and times and times
i've searched for that one
word
i think that writing poetry is something quite
absurd
you balance on the tightrope and then sometimes
lose
your
nerve.........

poem by David Keig
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Yes Januar

at a loss of words
one can only give
silence,

broken
this mind that relies on words
reality pointing to another
reality
one at a time

yes januar
i do not stop
i am sharpening my tools
to smoother
the x's and
y's.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The cold harsh reality is that we have to balance the budget.

quote by Michael Bloomberg
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Edge Of Reality

(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
I walk along a thin line darling
Dark shadows follow me
Heres where lifes dream lies disillusioned
The edge of reality
Oh I can hear strange voices echo
Laughing with mockery
The border line of doom Im facing
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
Reality, reality, reality, reality,
Reality, reality, reality, reality

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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There's a balance in my life, there's reality and there's the part that looks really glamorous, but we're all just people in the end.

quote by Olivia Newton-John
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The minute I forget to balance reality with the fantasy, I'm going back to Virginia.

quote by Schuyler Fisk
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A Poet wishing, watching, waiting

My life’s ludicrous lust.
A poignant perplexed poet, pondering.
Outside drones descend to dull him.
His envious egocentric eyes resting empty.
His fearful façade forever facing,
A woeful world which watches his wasting,
Only to see his exterior disintegrating,
The crumbling and scatterings of his dreams emptying,
Turning to fragments all to be wasted,
Turning to dust free of his lust.
Never to live.
Never to trust.
Never being seen.
No shining beam.
My life’s ludicrous lust.
Inside it blossoms, how I wish I could trust.
To follow my lust, all I need is trust.

poem by Paul Latham
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Cardboard Prison

Cardboard is the material we consider this to be,
The material in front of us is not metallic like steel
But a swelling acquired by the eyes, the eyes of danger;
The ears will explode and we shall revel due to the material,
Due to the wall.

Weighing us as we balance on the machine,
The walls of change will create a reality;
The reality of danger is upon us, the dangers,
What are they now that we see the wall?

poem by Naveed Akram
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There Is So Much To Be Grateful For

THERE IS SO MUCH TO BE GRATEFUL FOR

There is so much to be grateful for
I do not know how to thank God
True, I pray
But words are words-

Perhaps then the Feeling itself
Before and with the words
Is the true gratitude-

Yet I know my treacherous self
What of the times when there is no Gratitude?
What of the times of Question and Anger?
What of the times of Doubt?

Is it enough to always fear God
But to Love God only intermittently?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Y.. Reality

Reality
Is dark and gloomy
But I see so much light

Reality
Is negative and bad
But I see so much goodness

Reality
Is falsehood and deceit
But I see so much honesty

Reality
is ugly and hideous
But I see so much beauty

Reality may be changing slowly
Please try to see
Take a look together with me

poem by Aufie Zophy
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Era

Masculine arms of the working-class
Are combined to meet current affairs.
Artless movements perform the seated
Occupation, so warm and alarming.

An elephantine line seeks me afterwards,
Ludicrous affairs bring an overture,
A beginning of the waters and rain,
When overlooking the flood is like rain.

The dearest birth accuses us of the moment,
The rains have misaligned our subject,
From itself the movements are of them,
Let the reality of an era being won be truth.