In our maniacal world madness cosplay nativity.
When sanctuary is cynical take cyanide outside in
a synchronized social suicide.
Life at your disposal realize life is disposable.
Lacking eye warble, below-zero countertop marble.
Stumble over the five o'clock Hobble.
Humble, Crumpled up macro-cookie crumble.
Spade shovel buried down transient mumble.
Blood musk parfume; false whale entrails.
Innards inward into inferior interior design.
Set fire to the nativity scene, in our maniacal world
It'll still continue in laughing, surround sound loud.
It'll still narcissistically orbit around me.
Outstanding flavour; some forever ever-lasting long.
Ever-after ended up ending fantastic. God dammit.
Gob-smacker, toe tapper, boot-smacker.
Folded laundry lay on the nighttime pavement.
It'll still go.
In the Age of Spin.
It just happen.
No way, It just happen?
It just happen.
It go like it just happen.
It go how it just happen.
What happen?
It just happen.
Categories:
macro, adventure, care, fate, word
Form: Free verse
Twist on Grimms’ Fairy Tale ‘Cat and Mouse in Partenership’
Clever cat in guise of a friend
seduced a timid mouse ,
inviting her to live in his house
pretending to be her spouse
with aim to kill her at end.
Cat gave her assurance
‘ Good food I have managed
It is my skill and challenge.
Have dinner as I have arranged.
Mouse smelt no bad essence.
At nook of church in outskirt
mouse came to stay with cat.
From church cat stole a pot of fat.
Fat was full of energy : instant.
Cat offered mouse to eat first.
Mouse started to take fat in joy
Cat was getting ready to attack
He was lifting paw from back.
By mistake he hit the pot to crack.
Mouse finished full fat to enjoy.
What a wonder ! Magic to play.
Mini mouse growing big and bigger
turning to Macro mouse with vigour.
casting cruel scary glances in rigour.
Cat comparable as Mini, fled away.
Categories:
macro, animal, cat,
Form: Rhyme
Is there anyone there? I read the eyes that stare
Mouths appear numb..must have been struck till dumb?
While media streams, out from foul drains (who cares?)
Who cares? It seems no-one but fools? Who concern with
The mechanic's of rules..There are rapists most righteous.'
Being quoted in readers digests and a religion traced from
Dante's inferno; indeed (not cool,) when will we awaken
Out of slumber? How our forebears would wonder.?
At such slackness and much lauding; of the current
Leadership of incumbent; macro-fools.!
Categories:
macro, appreciation, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Far from city in haunted house
lived Macro mouse and Micro mouse.
Macro fond of Micro : His spouse.
Also stayed with them little louse.
From roof crawling down octopus.
Swooping the vulture valorous.
Horrifying notorious.
Me at nook frightened, oblivious.
Wicked weird witch is cunning most,
sitting with her friend scary ghost.
relishing rotten mutton roast
and charcoal burnt hard butter toast.
Shedding tears violent viper.
turning hysteric and hyper.
Suddenly jumped champion jumper :
Owner of the house : large vampire.
Categories:
macro, horror, house,
Form: Rhyme
Apples, apricot, blackberries, biscuits
Children ! Cheese cake, donuts, dozen drumsticks
Enjoy eating : Food for friends - fellow , fun !
Got guava- grapes ? Have hotdog honey- bun.
Irish Ice-cream ! Jam - jelly , juice in jar.
Jack, Jill, Junior John , jubilant joker !
knife in kitchen : Kids in knickerbocker.
Lying lazy lovely little lizard :
Laughing loud lion -lioness - leopard.
Micro- macro- minimal-maximal
New- naval-nascent ! Oblate or oval ?
Ostrich offered old owl, olive - orange !
Proud peacock playing prompt pretty plumage.
Quiet queen : Rabbit runs, restless rapid.
Swift squirrel ! Soft snail showing so slow speed.
Top topples ! Uncle under umbrella !
Vintage vehicle visits village - villa.
Wow ! Wonderful ! World wide website was won.
Yellow yak yawned in zing at zig- zag zone .
Categories:
macro, absence, children,
Form: Alliteration
("July 7 - Hot and Blue", 2024, original encaustic)
Turning to Become
As they say, humans are like onions,
Densely layered and prone to making others cry.
But I think a better metaphor is Earth herself,
After all the Good Book tells us
We are created in God’s image.
At the surface all is sweetness and light,
The abundant fruits of survival’s tricky game,
While just below tectonic plates drift to a darker rhythm
Leading to all sorts of uncontrollable forces,
And at the core, something unknown,
But pure and original nonetheless.
So with us, we show our best at the surface,
While just below swell the barely repressed tides
Of biases and bigotries, passions and poisons.
And at our core the mysterious essence abides,
Pure but powerful,
The clear light of primordial awareness
For lack of a better, poetic term.
Each of us is such a complex world,
The micro expressing the macro,
Each of us challenged with being ourselves
And getting along with others.
From cradle to grave Life is the constant,
While we the change
The world is turning to become.
(7/10/24)
Categories:
macro, earth, extended metaphor, psychological,
Form: Narrative
A dollop of marmalade
dripped off my toast
and onto my wrist
raising my wrist to lick it off
I smeared the toast into my hair
now in the macro scheme of things
it isn’t much
but
after a morning that includes
an empty toothpaste tube
squeezed flat
and rolled up really tight
and a shoe-lace
that snapped four eyes down
my toast
sliding stickily down the wall
is
I’m willing to bet
letting me know
in no uncertain terms
that all is not as it should be
and that my day ahead
is going to be a little rough.
Categories:
macro, morning,
Form: Free verse
Absorb season, in exact time,
Some trees absorb water and food
About six weeks later, all deciduous fruit trees
Show their cute flowers, clear spring
Then, later on fruits declare summer time
From micro thing to macro thing,
we all grow.
Categories:
macro, seasons, water,
Form: Prose
From our earliest inception
A fascinating process unfolds
Flora and fauna
Spread across this planet we call home
From micro to macro
Arose a species called mankind
Everything is evolving
Slowly, quickly, some in due time
Our human moment is impermanent
Like stream that flows to an end
We have unique opportunity to experience
Our world through a self imposed lens
Like a fish in the ocean
Struggling to find the sea
It's hard to understand
When we fail to accept reality
To protect our fragile psyche
We deflect or push our thoughts side
Because no one wants to acknowledge the fact
We’re condemn at birth to die
Life is
What we see is what we believe
Our sand is running dry
You're in control of your destiny
Categories:
macro, conflict, courage, environment,
Form: Rhyme
Seven second serendipitous develop
Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
Unsatiated homosapiens flawed
Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
Protein hungry industry herds herbivores
Apex predator caves to serpent
Coveted control position consumes pure
Curious article of cruel torment
Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
Hell or Heaven editors insidious
Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous
Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
God made man strive in shadow
Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
Gluttony grabs hanging mangos
22nd February
Sold Fables
Categories:
macro, anti bullying, bible, giving,
Form: Rhyme
A more prolific key
to preventing a sinful monoculture of crime
is recreating a sincere inclusive climate
for trauma prevention
Just as a more robust tool
for healing narcissistic egocentrism
is curiosity to understand
catastrophic anthro-supremacism
Just as a more effective resource
for ending investment
in militaristic nationalism
is to promulgate polycultural panentheism,
robust solidarity extending family residents,
soul cousins of macro-organic soil,
our ecologically economic
global EarthTribe home
Just as fixing religious partisan dogmatism
is to experience unitarian integrity,
empowering universal energy democracy,
delightful synergetic strategies
for creolizing inter-religious
cultural diversity
Just as monoculturing weapons
of discommunication
reinvest in polyculturing tools
of trust communionation.
Categories:
macro, culture, health, integrity, jewish,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
Hardware
to spare
Software
quite bare
Firmware
full glare
Upload
bug sowed
Download
smart code
Cursor
fervour
Cyber
fibre
Password
absurd
Hard disc
at risk
windows
hellos
Wide screen
green scene
Hotspot
jackpot
Screen shot
rogue bot
Desktop
nonstop
Thumbnail
all hail
Clipart
from heart
Browser
dowser
Broadband
grandstand
Toolbar
gold star
Macro
steals show
Micro
back row
Wizard
not hard
Rich text
what next?
Template
create
Pixel
oh well
Sharp hack
attack
Portal
mortal
Mail merge
we purge
Dot-com
random
Systems
victims
Viral
tidal
Net world
unfurled
Categories:
macro, age, blessing, character, destiny,
Form: Footle
SCARY HALLOWEEN
Dusky evening merging Halloween night
Crowd of cloud on sky: Absolute no light.
Nocturnal owl and violent Vampire fight.
Octopus embraced Black widow too tight.
Me not scared, quite bold and brave to boast
arranged party, offered bread -toast,
beside a jungle near sea coast.
Groaning ghost tasted chicken- roast.
Venue selected: Haunted house.
Me danced delight with loving spouse.
Blue-green eyed cat chased macro mouse.
On floor crawling scorpion, louse.
Wicked witch showed long thorny nails.
Crooked crocodiles wagging tails.
Single shark ringing jingle bells.
Hawks in flocks attack me: Heart fails.
10/ 24/22
A BrianStrand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
macro, 8th grade, horror,
Form: Rhyme
Life . . . and of course, living it, requires
Some freedom with few constraints.
As energy is bound by time and space,
Along with the will of many saints.
From the macro to the micro, the
Guideposts are sought as we learn to behave.
While the tunnel between material and spiritual,
Focuses visions that are often concave.
This reality is fed by observation,
Yet imagination often adds to the mix.
Where our curiosity may be satisfied quickly,
Building upon foundations with new bricks.
Even though the limits seem rarely accessible,
Our nature looks for any loophole to find.
Since the only boundary that has escaped
Beyond . . . is that of the human mind.
Categories:
macro, humanity, journey,
Form: Rhyme
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
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