Best Macro Poems
Stained glass child, I see your window every day
A picture of innocence, purity being portrayed
Can’t tell if happy, such an expressionless face
As my black soul passes, this once sacred place
Thy stature diminished, thy name is desecrate
This window screams at me, you abandoned faith
A symbol of times past, the masses came to pray
Forsaken by doubt, and my religion went astray
Lost without direction, I attempted another route
Trees where stripped bare, of low hanging fruit
Can anyone be sure, what dwells beyond demise
Out of reach answers, high in the canopy reside
So the stained glass window, gives nothing away
No sadness, just indifference to a divergent sway
Inscrutable indecipherable, a picture froze in glaze
Enduring illustration, of our past ecclesiastic days
Later life offered, more than reflection and prayer
Leaving surreality, stumbled upon a hedonistic lair
A craving for escapism, morphs to delusional need
I descended into oblivion, an atheist in the weeds
Now searching amongst theories, some I embrace
Seeking out some creator, in the medium of space
From quantum to infinite, amid macro micro waves
Alas reality of life, may only be found down a grave
Stained glass child, with the halo above your head
Embedded in a window, framed with softened lead
Watching you as my life, inexorability draws an end
Have I missed the point, where you my only friend
Soul Betrayal Poetry Contest
Categories:
macro, absence, christian, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I looked off
Into great distance…
Little things
No longer distinguishable-
Those subtle differences
I could never name
Anyway,
Could never paint,
Stubbornly refusing
The prime of my colors,
Shapes and strokes
Of my pithy brush-
My mind a sieve
Of contours
And dripping questions
Muddied
In rivers of endless
Flowing debate…
It is here
At great distance,
Where topics come together
In a somewhat-blur,
Clearer for lack of
Definition,
Sort of like
Closing one's eyes to see more…
Or one's ears
To feel vibration
Of deception,
And sense true
Hearing inside,
And sound an honest
But dull imitator-
The real mystery of
Resonance-atmosphere
One it will never give up-
A jittering tease
Of provocative molecules…
It is here in distance
I come to retrieve myself-
That stick I long tossed
a time ago-
The reminder I placed
In a bottle
And pitched to sea
Way back when,
Now washed ashore
Seal intact-
Ink fresh as ever-
The near twinkle of glass
The same twinkle I sent
On its way…
It is here
In distance
That I find you near-
The macro
Out of the micro,
The world-speck,
Grown universal-
Sails
Not pointed up
Nor down
Nor out
But in-
To the here vastness,
The seal of self broken,
To be read fresh
Back from the dark of searching,
In new light
The star uncovered
I always had
And needed blinding to see…
Categories:
macro, allegory, allusion, analogy, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
We take it for granted.
What we've all been handed.
This wonderful opportunity that is...
Life.
And when we finally notice
we take it all in with no focus
spinning in circles blind without a purpose
feeling lost with no where to run
in the vastness of the world
a web that has been spun
for who?
For us?
How can that be?
We are so tiny.
In this universe we are but a dot.
Among the innumerable stars we are unable to spot.
But to understand the macro scope,
Look under a microscope.
To see the bizarre,
How big we really are.
Life.
We are all made of the same stuff.
Look around,
Everything is like us.
Disagree?
Look at some quantum theory.
Everything is made of atoms,
Now look a little closer,
Protons,
Neutrons,
Electrons,
And what is in between?
The vastness that is...
Nothing.
You are mostly empty space,
And not just you,
The universe too.
It's all made of...
Nothing.
It may be big,
But so are you.
All you need to do,
Is change your point of view.
We put so much value on things we know to be true.
Things we created,
To understand what we thought was complicated,
But are in fact non-existent;
Time,
Distance,
In fact gravity,
Is just a theory,
We created to try to understand what surrounds us.
The universe doesn't know calculus.
We try to understand the big picture,
Looking for answers so we know what to wish for.
But you have all the answers,
It's in your genetic makeup,
You just need to wake up,
And realize that you are big.
As big as this universe.
Everything was created equal because of one thing...
We are made of nothing.
Categories:
macro, identity, life, science, slam,
Form:
Verse
DEFORESTATION
~~
Topical Tree Poetry
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deforestation rife!
From copse to woodlands
And trees on their own suffer the knife!
Deforestation rife!
Rainforest to jungles,
Arboretums to parklands suffering strife
Deforestation rife!
There is suffering unseen.
To all macro, micro, wildlife.
Deforestation rife!
The whole world pays,
yes you, if you're married your wife.
Deforestation rife!
Nothing is safe, trees breathe for the world.
Time we all stopped living a trife life.
Deforestation rife!
Life now desperate, let's stop the felling.
Make living our plight
log
fell
chop
copse
logged
chopped
afforestation
deforestation
greening
~~~~~~~~~
'Topical Tree Poetry: Defined'
A new form of poetry invented by me, (Mick E Talbot), utilising, the 'shape' poetry format overall, (in this instant the 'Concrete' form as the word tree is referred to in the poem). Using the 'snowball' poetry form for the trunk, and any form that makes for a good canopy. The subject material must be "topical", ie, trending, current, historical, events.
The format: The canopy; any form of poetry, 1 stanza, no restraint on the number of lines. Lines not to exceed 12 syllables.
The 'trunk'; a form referred to as a snowball. It starts with the smallest word alluding to the topic, then using synonyms increase in size by 1* letter, ending in an antonym, refer to my example poem. The whole must be centered.
* Try to make the trunk branchless, the odd knobbly bump or hole not a problem. (The latter will happen at times).You can by hitting the space bar make the branch/es, hole/s appear on one side of the trunk, Or the other, just an afterthought ;-) Mick
Categories:
macro, nature, pollution,
Form:
Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of dreary demented drowsy dump deep demented deny desires
with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed not to be here
herein two boys born to a numbnuts army husbodad and a
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
what comes next in the uneducated female nonintuition of a
deaddad accidential with a pity piss payoff and a whatdoIdo **** attitude
totally in reverse of an arkansas hope of upheaveal. GDMFSOB, who could I/we haVE
BeeN in the assinine scheme of things with someone in an intersomewhateducated semistate of minimal MFconsciousness. We play the hand we are dealt in the vast unscheme of unness.
WTF, and where/why does God take part and lessen a small boy's dream of donated dadhood by taking it away and leave him left to faulterflounder in a boyhood abyss. Dead, devoid, denied to the manmale circumstance of what the future folds to be delivered to doting descendents, like my three sons. with whom I struggled to
shower, impart, enable, enbibe, instill, foster, enliven, and all that I did not experience yet faux provide with an inner soulsense to a measured milestone of mannered man manufactured love and tendered texture of all mine to give with that that is mustered macro from a micro counteanace of humocapped coperal deliverance. All's fair they say unless u have been there and then it's every man for himself---and then, I dare u to get in my way---------no holds barred, look out for I am a survivor, all the way.
Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.
Categories:
macro, angst, child, father, children,
Form:
Free verse
In macroeconomics
we express mutual namaste
for robust ecotherapeutic global climate wealth trends
co-arising
microeconomic bio-ego-logical WinWin cooperative
health-care optimization theories.
Restoring macro-global cooperative wealth
without retributive individual micro-ecological loss
of resilient wealthy Yang/Yin bilaterally co-intelligent
eco/neuro-logical healthy wealth.
Categories:
macro, caregiving, culture, health, loss,
Form:
Political Verse
Art from the heart, a religion of ritual,
where One summons God and glory to center stage,
your spirit enriched by the self confidence that ensues
as inspiration smells like cedar and feels like sanctity,
the physics of mystics in an eye the mind won't deny,
whence a penny is a prize with a wish
to ventilate a voice of sensitive wisdom,
sensational seeing into the human condition,
visions of vinegar in virtue, visciousness in victory, mercy in the face of malignancy,
pleasure in the panic of risk, pain in the placid avoidence of adventure,
securing an ownership in a Universe from our births unto burials
worshiping composition and the partnership it represents,
Vermeer & Vivaldi, Beehtoven & Bosch, amatuer & adept,
feeling like an angel with demon bones, fusing two atmospheres together,
a holy parade of brazen beliefs putting a new world in order for all,
a micro euphoria, a macro excitment, accomplishment ambrosia,
happiness warm and wakeful in hearts pumping for promise,
for a covenant crafted in a workshop outfitted for you, for what you were ment to do,
volunteering to be a lightning rod of a Goddess crazed with passion,
a power placed in One's fibers for maximum purpose by a trusting Deity,
raise humanity's awareness to the truth that existence is an exercise in artistry,
faith framing futurity within the purity
of knowing that I am where I belong, I belong where I am -
J.A.B.
Categories:
macro, art, universe,
Form:
Didactic
I wanna hiding with you and escape
from this moody realm in bathyscaphe
that made from one pea seed or nutshell,
but inwardly this little chamber
must been craftily and exactly
prepared as yacht of Abramowitz,
with precious dine room, cupboard, sofa, nice kitchen,
and others fashion utensils and commodities
protecting gears and comforts setting, -
have you been happy, satisfied and saluted me,
if we are going to trip and dive in depth of joyce and luxuries
in such excellent solitudes
swimming nowhere and everywhere?
I wanna vanish with you in silk cocoon
of mulberry worm,
have gone forever
from all these problems
and hard solved tasks -
jealous, stupidness, side back glances
from this and others world.
I wanna creating own universe personally,
where all have been simple, the best and informal,
boarding the airbus of hollow bean pod
to fly somewhere
there no one to step before us,
diminishing for the tiniest blade of grass
gone to one dust,
fluctuating in Brown chaos,
wrapped to molecule,
absorbed in the cloudily world of atom.
And even punishment in the electron
flying with great speed and for no one known
place in universe
in every instance,
i am gladly received
as get such life and principle of uncertainty existence,
if only you, my dear, have been happy and satisfied
with me in that extraordinarily environment
in micro world of macro love
living nowhere and everywere.
Categories:
macro, love, universe,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks
Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source
Healthy paradigmatic systems
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range
Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience
Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,
Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion
Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's
short-term
anti-empathic
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.
Categories:
macro, bullying, community, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Our world was born from one genuine strong intention,
pressed in simple sentence,
one astonishing spelling out
the magical composed phrase
that deeply stressed frozen black matters
and born and expanded our Universe
with myriads bright stars
and galactics,
as a one wholly composure,
(where invisible and unmeasurable part and game
handred time more really and value
then what we could fixed),
have drifted to eternal motion
and come eventually to that unusual existence
with limitless secrets and powers in micro and macro realities
teeming inside and around us
in close and great distances,
with perfectly worked
and tuned physical constants and laws
as only truly vitnesses, ambassadors and heralds
of our transendence.
Try to do the same
on his small level.
Love also has
its hidden formula, cod and mission,
if you have a strong power and great passion
you might able to do it
relive and save for life
the dear one who look now maybe
as the world before its born.
Or try to resurrect our people and country
that too long suffered
from lack of perfect knowledge and love
for creating sustained and stable community,
pressed out by abundant black will, jealous and hatred
on the base of dack ignorance.
Categories:
macro, love, universe,
Form:
Verse
Who is that great Master or gnome
who so long has played
with theory of probability and evolution,
and created such beautiful genome -
from myriads tinniest living bricks
built up and polished
yours cherished elegance,
fine eyes, smiles and tricks?
Who and how entered, pressed down
all world in super spiral of DNA,
and now trying to beat off this precise construction
for nothing with one exact strike of key?
On such level of micro and macro
need search this enigma and answer
for such strong urgency for beauty?
In the tinniest atom
and in the stars association,
on the sun burning surface
in the dark depth
of frozen world of Europe
in the mouth of Black Hole
where we cannot see nothing
except complete future of Universe,
everywhere and forever
above us and below,
inward and upward our world
and nowhere, diminishing for misery and nothing
I just caught your marks and recollections
And will do it on and on.
Omnipresent and omniscient
omnishining and omnivictorious
as the prophet of science to proclaim
all other mysteries are preposterous
compare with that marvel
shown in the surface
just as that kind and mild woman
with beautiful countenance and adore
so great, peaceful and divine.
O my love, present me culon
something from you, for I have not left along,
even if odd and incompatible our genomes,
I want to save your image, how you smile and dance
hoping create your clone and survive you once
before the Master of billiards
with one precise and big bangs strike
crashed down and strive out the balls structure in triangle
for creating new perfections and marvels are myriads
from part of what that I had been so inspired and gobsmaked.
Categories:
macro, love, universe,
Form:
Verse
Limitless as it plays in its macro structure,
On the nano level breaking new theories,
Is the big Bang an illusion of infinite design?
Reality, an illusions of consciousness to our existence.
A foray into an unending process to define the divine?
What of the God particles from a collision course?
Reinvent bench marks in our formulae formations?
Would the constants hold with the ground breaking rules?
It is the beauty of nature and the infinite will;
That aid concepts and create illusions in our being!
Categories:
macro, nature, spiritual, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Look for the starry night,
you couldn’t find any evidence
of existing God.
All Universe
quite measureless
in micro and macro level
born, diverged and going to its end
according with the laws of nature
and own unreachable constitution
with precisely tuned physical constants.
I am so hoped for Christ
and put all my soul into astonishing religious,
that created, prepared and covered all matters so amazingly,
but that also lead us away from truth and reality.
I have run from Communism ideology and atheism,
despite of great achievement of godless empire,
and come to Islam after breaking USSR
as for tradition belief of my forefathers.
And soon run from Islam,
opening through Internet and English
the marvel and great depth of Christianity.
But now I ran from Crist and God
and come back again to atheism,
to the brilliant starry night
respecting and understanding deep all religious
but believe just for stories
supported by science and truth
as this astonishing universe,
tuned with natural laws
and nothing more else.
Maybe have existed supernatural power
who created some or other part of this universe,
but he, seems, also ran away
left us with that starry night
and precisely tuned world.
What also need for us?
Thanks very much for that
if highest intellect really exists
or existed
sometime long ago
but now ran away
or completely forgot us
and no want hear about us more
for our sake, advantage and fast rise.
What about tell us
this excellent starry night
of Richard Dawkins?
Love and respect each other’s
and do the same for science
as for poetry of reality
and fast to live, love and understand
your environment
and do not keep faith
without reason and evidence,
escape from various kind
of fanatism, lies and rootles belief.
Categories:
macro, devotion, universe,
Form:
Verse
Lithospherical clunking, zest of our navel
Tumultuous melt, fizz ridden obliquitous
Inestimably stemming, trunking, branching
Exaspergrasping for equichosis, ecliptic apotheosis
We shimmer and charade as though dwelt in strobe
Inscribing the vitroglyph, micro slinks to macro
Then back again
I sit lotus, perfecting the interlocking polygonoids of this scape
I resonate and learn over a new sheaf
A Palm Map.
Categories:
macro, art,
Form:
Carpe Diem
market sell-off
mass outflows hit every asset
all indices in the red
we have to navigate the next few months
Fed insistent on 2% target
these currency moves are pretty significant
the macro factor is the Fed
indiscriminate selling
the bubble is deflating
a recession is/is not imminent
rotation away from goods and toward services
50 bps on table
time is of the essence
logistics
winners and losers
keep the pressure on
thank you very much indeed
a major worry
worse in the near term
I think that's the point
unprecedented sequence of shocks
huge symbolic weight
almost grind to a halt
I would be foolish if I didn't agree
let's play your game
more reality than risk
it's baked in the cake
buy the dip
interest rates rising--tech stocks falling
this is the beginning--not the end
this time is different
I sound like a broken record
Categories:
macro, dark, society, surreal,
Form:
Free verse