The snake coils in the sun,
spectacles sheathing her eyes,
trunk warming against the earth.
They say she feels nothing,
only the hiss of hunger,
the strike of instinct.
But watch—
how she lingers where the light is softest,
how she curves herself into the shape of what she trusts,
how she returns, again, to nest in the mesquite.
The crow does not speak in ways we understand,
only leaves the glint of something small,
a silver coin at your feet.
He waits on the wire,
head tilted,
as if listening for an answer most cannot hear.
The oak does not hold,
but their roots tangle deep with another’s,
sharing water in the dark—
sharing nerves—
sharing networks.
Even the river does not let the stone go—
not yet.
Perhaps Love is beyond what we define it—
something older, quieter…the
macrocosmic marrow of all things—
a pull, a return, a reaching toward.
Categories:
macrocosmic, art, change, color, courage,
Form: Free verse
Children of the macrocosmic implosion
grow the seeds of bioluminescent oxytocin
Symbiotic by design, the prana and the potion
That dihydrogen monoxide flow of all word spoken
Existential kintsugi thaws out every heart frozen
and gilds the cracks in every single circle unbroken
Those chosen?
Those awoken here to serve in devotion
with the motion of the ocean
Salt of Earth for the wounds that will open
We, the tides that choose to rise
Open eyes and light the skies
We, the lanterns on the darkest paths
Compasses that guide
So we stay loyal to the mission
Seek absolution of division
Bring the North, the South, the East, the West
a centralized vision
A whole revision, it's vital
A microcosmic revival
Let the ripples make the waves that lift us
out of survival
DIY EMF from inside you
Evergreen that exhales to ignite you
Eat the fruits of the Spirit that light you
and watch the Universe grow to provide you
Categories:
macrocosmic, blessing, creation, destiny, i
Form: Rhyme
Mountains, so stoic
Standing so tall and so grand,
Etched upon the world's memory
As the sole witnesses to the beautiful ballet
Danced by Time
Mountains, so bold
Yet bidding me to move them
To be where I want them to be;
Standing on a timeline
Whose flow accords to the harmony
Of my innocence
Each attempt, though,
Brings me back to the same square
Thereby reminding me
That I am naught but a tiny particle
Faced with their might
For,
Clocks run clockwise
Clocks cannot dance backwards
Clocks control our lifespans, our memories
And even the hurt that we have watered
So well in our secret gardens
That these have bloomed into exquisiteness
Mountains then, shall still be standing after
My presence shall morph into fumes
Mountains shall write of the new ballet shows
That they shall witness
Keeping silent and stoic
As if,
The world's drama is macrocosmic
Even if we all live it at a microcosmic level!
Categories:
macrocosmic, love, mountains,
Form: Free verse
I
EGO is "me" taking sides on Earth or in the universe
II
EGO is defined as a human picking sides (at any level, as if the Universe makes mistakes)
III.
About "no mistakes in the Universe" see tomorrow's posting here. Shalom shalom
Categories:
macrocosmic, 12th grade, analogy, animal,
Form: Monoku
Swallow me whole, you great astronomical abyss,
Stretch my soul, as you bear witness to my first kiss…
Take me to treasures beyond the Pillars of Hercules,
Passing Pleiadian pleasures as we sail the sister seas…
Calamitous cosmic battles, colliding of the spheres,
An ambient anomaly rattles distortions in light-years…
Of macrocosmic explosions dust settles amidst dunes,
With eons of erosions, vibrations of terrestrial tunes…
For love is the galactic glue of a seraphic symphony,
Angels bringing me to you, harmonic hearts of infinity.
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July.01.2019
The Universe Poetry
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
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Categories:
macrocosmic, adventure, magic, universe,
Form: Couplet
The Madman’s Midnight
Tis death again, that flutters in my macrocosmic mind
We may know not when, but it is easy to feloniously find
We wait with flourishing fear for the madman’s midnight
We adjust to a nourishing sphere of a fetal fervent freight
All hope, distant dawns; love may not help us to escape
We are only pawns, incoherent of all recrudescent rape
Shadows fill the room, smoke the abominable abulic air
The hands of doom approaching the midnight sapid snare
~~~
No fixes for the crucifixes all must come to an egregious end
Triploids thru empty voids we all must accumulatively ascend
Our affinity questions divinity before the final hematic hour
There are no signs in the callow confines as we scurry to scour
No more time as we climb the stairways to heavens or hells
We decide where we hide and thus form secret schizoid shells.
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Categories:
macrocosmic, conflict, depression, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
Paltry poetic presidential prattlings on poultry playing
cockalorums chasing chickens, censured to castigate the cockerals,
tricky tray turbo turkey tidbits tentanize the titillations;
wild wispy winds whisper worldly wasted wiry winsome wiles
dancing delights deluding delicate demigod domiciles,
twittering tweets teasing tenacious tantalizing tongue twisters
residing riddled rattled ransom rasping revolving roars,
minority middle men meltdown midst macrocosmic mayhem
Washington's wonderland weeps wreckage within waiting walls.
Categories:
macrocosmic, america, anxiety,
Form: Blank verse
Is it not one but all the same,
That we too want in this love-toss game?
Heart-felt glows and satisfying chatter,
To be atop life with a never-ending ladder.
Pyrite smile holds genuine luster,
Cajoling style with kindred muster,
Macrocosmic, we are, in licit fashion,
Souls by chance with descending passion.
You hear us speak but merely an utter,
Of hopes and dreams and hearts that flutter,
Be it not me, but of better calling,
Yet here in love you find us falling.
I am of guilt and perpetuating blame,
Accept one only flower by that name,
Fitting it may be as I am the stranger,
Eliminating all such unrelated danger.
............
Date written: 6/21/2016
Categories:
macrocosmic, abuse, family, innocence, introspection,
Form: Couplet
Look deeper inside the universe and you will find it's brilliant mind
Transcranial stimulation directing intelligent design
The Heavens celestial is the body of an eternal dream within it's own
A window into the galaxies where the heart is connected to it's soul
While event horizon reflects a dark side there is still a beauty to behold
Through parallel dimensions and wormholes into eternities of the great unknown
Where there is only the absence of time and space, a beginning without an end
Floating through the Milky Way across a gentle stellar wind
Deep into the macrocosmic silence I close my eyes and disappear
Awaiting on the other side is the golden thrones of new frontiers
Unto the nebula of Orions belt you can feel the gift of life
A place one day we'll again call home as we ascend into its light
Categories:
macrocosmic, god, heaven, space, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
On Saint John’s night
Full moon shines on with its eerie light
The ancient nymphs dance with delight
The flower of fern small and unassuming will sprite
Yet something is in the flower above which nymphs take flight
Some kind of mysterious deep light
Something that if in one’s hand it is one can’t help to gaze up at stars into the night
The flower caries second sight
The senses it will excite
But one can’t sleep until dawns light
That is the only way divination to macrocosm will bring the inner sight
The all Seeing Eye macrocosmic future ghostwrite
The destiny is pushed further and so is birthright
Switching with macrocosm all levels are beyond infinite in their fight
All nonlinearly beyond expanse at the base as imbued macrocosm shines bright
The beyond destiny will always be beyond as in imbued macrocosm future will dendrite
Categories:
macrocosmic, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Nature Strives to be beautiful
Morphing myriad, earthly hues
from macrocosmic frippery.
Her perfumed zephyrean breaths
Intoxicate the atmosphere
Stirring those that breathe to wildness
That only her tempestuous
Violence ultimately tames;
Yet her yin can be most tranquil
As not to ruffle a fledglings
Feathers or ripple mountain tarns.
She favors none of her children
within her sphere of influence
sustaining only the strongest.
Categories:
macrocosmic, nature,
Form: Verse
for J.C. Alldridge
Full pummelling fisticuffs
Stitch over stitch
In and out
Imperceptibly kaleidoscopic
Swirling from ear to ear
Sporadic
Thrumming mystical notes
Notes of whisper
Whisper in the ear
Now a bothered swish of clawing
Cleaving slipping fingers
Immalleable rolling universal ball
Microcosmic needle into
Macrocosmic wool all
Silently thudding kneading pulling
Sealing a sin all opened unforgiven
Eternally whispering to a few
And never really heard
Pummelling sewing the invisible centre
Round and round the darkless sun
Only the end that began
Only a scratch and a bother
What bother to scratch
For scratching bothers
Bothers a scratch
Scratch and not to bother
Scratch Scratch Scratch
©: From: T. Wignesan - Paris, 1957 (from Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961; first pub. in "Forum Academicum", University of Heidelberg, 1957)
Categories:
macrocosmic, philosophy,
Form: Free verse