What is harder, the border, the pictures
or the brightness of light and dark pieces?
It is a mishmash, sordid assortment of
escapism, scrutinized under illumination.
Piece by piece, I fall to pieces, pick them up,
scatter them to my mind’s wind, hem and haw
over the nuances; why do I torture myself so?
In the vice of the big picture - resounding parks.
Two canvas frames, two boxes, tepid waters,
the need to complete, competing only with
me, myself and I. Now, I see everything in
tabs and blanks, even as I count sheep.
Even as I watch t.v., the pixels penetrate my eye,
portion into die-cuts. Dioxyribonucleic acid flesh -
are we pixelated…like paper doll cut-outs with
wardrobe and accessories, my own Barbie palace?
Soon, I will finish this 27 by 20 preoccupation.
With a stethoscope and head mirror, examine
each rectangle - 63 squares; my hope - not
one morsel is lost, pieces of my life complete.
In blur of life
we tend to miss big picture
losing sight of nature
Now
I’m left
believing;
Something’s bigger
then what I can see;
Maybe I’m here for more,
now I sense the big picture;
Two halves are now a perfect fit;
Sucked into a voracious black hole,
gazing upon the cosmos in your eyes.
The nematode, only oms
And then of course, noms
And munches,
without, really
munching much at all.
No teeth.
Ah.
To move in the mulch.
a thicket
of touch
not really
knowing where or,
how
you are.
A siphon of silicone
sipping at soil
silent and secure.
But,
at any sudden moment,
you might get
all
your hearts broken, (five, good grief)
then broke again
and again (five of em)
by the bastardized beak
of some god-damn animal?
Rough.
But,
the worm
being herself
wiggles anyway and says:
“I am a worm.
I do what worms do.
I swam through the rain, once
to sleep tail to tail with some woman, man, I don't know
I wormed through the pit of a
turnip bit, once.
It was warm enough
to feel like rainlight.”
And you wasn't awarded
remembered, or
understood.
You was ignoreded,
dismembered, and
stood on.
So.
Why worry.
There really are worse things
in life
than to wiggle.
I
We recall rulers like Nero, Pol Pot, Donald Trump
Take sides, revise history, a recent election
While among voids lie shocking Light Years
40 billion more suns at cosmic center, Plain -
That halves the universe, "Galactic Plain" -
As science gives theories: Bang, Cycles, Inflation
Poor planet earth is lost in THERE, indistinct
No landmark, the Universe, interdependent
Only the telescope is 100b LY to cosmic heart
II
Earth is inconsequential - but for God and Incarnation
In the Milky Way Galaxy (among trillions?)
Just nearest us in Cosmos, 300 million planets
Likely to have Life as we know it, our Milky Way!
And yet I did find Trump burning like a meteorite
Interfering with the atmospheric pressure & light
Amazed by the microcosm, so fake & real, until
The Macrocosm speaks ... I am a worm but for Christ
The balloons went up to the blue sky in the air
And I just knew my prayers would be answered from there
Quickly floating above the tree tops in a wind so strong,
Even with all the hurdles, it felt nothing could go wrong
Across the mountains and valley far and wide,
I could see the big picture, with faith on my side
Yet I knew there is no avoiding troubled times ahead,
My mind could see beyond it all and my soul was fed
With nourishment, strength, and things from the past,
I knew my life’s purpose would be fulfilled at last
Heidi Sands
11/9/20
Bogged down in the details,
truth is undone
Swimming through the corn flakes,
milk overruns
Looking at the forest,
seeing just trees
Life micromanaged
—big picture tease
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Miniature beginnings are the scaffolding to mightiness
Just a pinch of yeast puffs up the dough
And little stars still light up big skies
No matter where you are "on the totem poll",
whether you are midway, quarter way or bottom last
don't pooh-pooh small beginnings
The little leagues is your boot camp to the Big leagues
One word doesn't make a novel, but one word begins it
And from that lone scribble, everything else flows
A single rose stem doesn't make a bouquet, but from a seed
can bloom a rose garden
Bogged down in the details,
truth comes undone
Swimming through the corn flakes,
milk overruns
Looking at the forest,
seeing just trees
Pieces micromanaged,
—big picture tease
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
" THE BIG PICTURE "
There is a big story that is yet to be told
But as we journey through life, they begin to unfold
Sweet things of life I see in the big picture
That trills my soul and stands me up to face the future
Sometime ago, when my heart was frail and cold
You walked up my way, so beautiful and bold
Everything good in one place, confirms your structure
And it tells me of God's love to man and nature.
I reminisce the sad days when I shout and scold
In humilty u said to me, you are my diamond and gold
Together in love, we went through countless tortures
But we came out strong, wearing a gorgeous gesture.
This is my story and I'm glad to tell it to the world
I'm fighting for this love, I've got my shield and sword
Loving you every now and then, is my simple culture
And I'll walk on the ninth cloud, to hell with the vultures
You are mt light, my rainbow, that cannot be sold
My perfect Woman, with true beauty to behold
This love I've found, I choose to nurture
A life with you, is all I see in the big Picture.
When standing in a foreign meadow
facing the end of someone’s rifle,
don’t think of me or your England
there is a bullet with a name on
made with pride; made with skill to kill; you,
and when you have indeed fallen
an unknown stranger will celebrate with joy
just another mother, father’s boy.
If for purpose a reason to be born
surely it is not to die for someone else’s cause,
if this poem does not quite make sense
then to die a young man neither!
The hand that guides then pulls the trigger; simply
just a servant of a mind, of a mind far bigger!
© Harry J Horsman 2014
When the dots won't joint together
And the planets don't always align
When circumstance lets you down
Keep your eye on the big picture.
When people disappoint
And there's a gap between actions and words
When weakness creeps above the hidden surface
Keep your eye on the big picture.
When the black dog starts to bark
And the birds peck holes in your thoughts
When the snake comes knocking your door
Keep your eye on the big picture.
When tribulation hooks onto your smile
And persecution stares down your position
Then misunderstanding dissolves your confidence
Keep your eye in the big picture.
When a cloud covers you with a black shadow
Until the rain erodes away resistance
As the torrent carries you away
Keep your eye on the big picture.
When the critic blurs your focus
And they tell you what others are saying
And the pinprick looks like a bullet hole
Keep your eye on the big picture.
In the big picture,
nothing we do right now
matters.
It never did.
I guess that’s the way of life.
Ten years from now
no one will remember how you lost
your ten dollars
or who was your first love.
Ten decades from now,
No one will remember you.
We’re all like small particles floating
in endless space.
Nothing we do matters.
You're no different from anyone.
In the big picture, we're just small particles of dust
that no one cares about...
Settles arcane dust upon what we possessed,
Putting to bed with frosted sleep the wish fulfilment lure;
Cryogenic breeds the process, craft of freezing living tissue,
Anticipates the thaw, regenerates the pale obscure.
Vision alights, hawk-like, homing the farthest hills
Where sunspots dance a wistful mirage divine;
A country past, where tenacity slipped in exercise,
Beloved bones cremated, in sorrowful internecine.
Fondly recalled, the precept path of parallel tracks
Upon which locomotive chance crossed rapiers with doom;
The chaos theory postulates stuff happens, for it does,
Yet we still sink incisors deep into the carcass bloom.
Take hostage preconceptions and exterminate their total
For dreams are dreamt enough to forge their nature steel;
In a stream of howling protons at the stereo speed of sound
Waits the intersect of karma where two worlds collide for real.
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