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2/10/10: Balance

BAL        A        NCE

Today’s classic poem is by the Russian poet Pushkin.

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5 Poems

  1. J. Edwin says:

    Too much makes you
    sick
    broke
    stressed
    bored
    tacky
    angry
    dull
    flunk
    dizzy
    sad
    tired
    self-conscious
    dead.

    Too little makes you
    sick
    broke
    stressed
    bored
    tacky
    angry
    dull
    flunk
    dizzy
    sad
    tired
    self-conscious
    dead.

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  2. Russell says:

    Act of a Lifetime

    age at 10 months
    learning on two feet

    age around 6 years
    doing it on two wheels

    getting a little older and I’m
    rockin’ the act down the slopes

    I’m in the middle of it now
    trying it out with wife work and kids

    age is really getting up there
    enter the cane to keep me steady

    I’ll stop balancing
    when I’m good and ready

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  3. SBgiselle says:

    His life depended
    On careful placement
    Of every footstep
    As he tightroped across
    The raging waterfall

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  4. Tristan says:

    Teetering on the edge of my bed
    at the very apex of silent motion,
    I can either fall back into blissful oblivion
    or stand up to painful reality.

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  5. lazerlipz says:

    Move slowly.
    One foot in front of the other.
    Feel the plank beneath your feet.
    Claw your toes.
    Muscles tighten through your legs,
    Dragging your center down.
    Absorb each twitch,
    Each pulse in the knees.
    Square your hips.
    Straight spine.
    Shoulders back.
    Make an iron cross with your arms—but light.
    Sweaty beads stream your face.
    A drumming heart.
    Slowly!
    Free your mind. . .
    Concentrate.
    Don’t
    think.
    Head up.
    Level eyes.
    Don’t look down.
    Don’t look back.
    Don’t breathe.
    Don’t blink!

    There’s a Mountain Dew Slurpee river raging below—
    And you might fall.

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