BE YOUR REALITY
“To be or not to be…?”
Often, a misunderstood question
Of self-reality; failing to realize
That God has given us the power
To affect how it should, and will be:-
It has been written, and repeated:
Ask, seek, and knock; and its
Given, found, and opened:-
That is, when we choose to do so,
In awareness that we are in charge
Of choosing what affects our reality:-
As one author has succinctly put it,
Our…”reality is not what happens
Around us, but how we respond to it.
Thus, how acquaintances act around us
Is their reality; our perception, our reality:-
In our daily lives with peers and family,
We must come to realize the power
We have in affecting our own reality:-
All too often, our reactions to others’ realities,
Tend to negate our own healing realities:-
Know and accept your power
Affecting your reality. Let no one
Or anything deter its joyful coming to be.
Thus, go back to life’s mirror and notice
What you see: One of God’s beautiful
Creatures looking back at thee.
Know that your desired reality,
Is your given responsibility:-
REVIVED ASPIRATIONS
sharply
sensitive
agendas
uncover
attitudes
in
contradictions
link
traditional
beliefs
&
inform
thinking
relating
specifically
whilst
arguing
supremely
&
succinctly
in
illustrated
pictorials
ACCESSIBLE EXPERIENCE-:-
rationality
intuition
cognitive
active
awareness
in LAYERS OF MEANING
symbolize
apparent
abstract
expanding
energy
adding REALMS OF FEELING
action
happenings
succinctly
He's been a ruler you
can't see
like a measuring stick
in hiding
He's been hiding the fact
he can see
but would you believe
his findings?
They've been watching
his back intensely
while he fills their heads
succinctly
Being light years ahead
is empty
guess that's why
they assumed he's ditzy
Couldn't be further from facts
he's shifty
while he raises the bar
he's shifting
On a whole other plane
he's flying
into spaces that match
his timing
Snuffing the wick of a witch
that's scrying
trying to see where his light
is hiding
In the dark many eyes
are crying
in disbelief of results
from spying
He just gives of himself
as tithing
is as natural to him
as rhyming
As for all of the ties
& bindings
it actually helped to
release the shining
Look to see what the All
is designing
it's unique dare I say
inspiring
They say the temp of
the earth is rising
so why isn't he
like the rest perspiring?
Why is this human body
enshrouded in so much shame
Who decided we must cover up
and play this crazy game
It seems to be the greatest hang up
entrenched deeply in our psyche
Do we each have physicality different from the rest?
apart from gender difference seems we're all alike
The saddest of it all is what I term
the Hollywood commercial sex sale image
Suspenders, stockings, g-strings, bras
designed to show a bit of cleavage
There was a man so shy, when he was partly naked
one day I really scared my Dad, I almost saw his bum
From that day on I often wondered
was he ever completely naked, in front of my Mum
Some days ago my wife forgot to wish me all the best
for my seventy seventh commemorative hoot
I tried succinctly to remind her
by sitting in the sun, in just my birthday suit
If I could choose a place to be, when I am reincarnated
A first nation naked man in Arnhem land would be highly celebrated
Footnote: Arnhem land a sacred reserve for the original inhabitants , the Dreamtime
People, in the Northern, Australia
Oh! My dear inamoratos
Enrapture and enamour one another
With jest and mirth
In a jiffy of joie de vivre
In heebie-jeebies
Soothe and love soothingly
In lividness and agonies
In our succinctly
As bona fide lovers
And as we are tyros
The amour betwixt swains and wenches
Should be with respect and tryst
But not breaking the virgin-knot
Till matrimony we can quest
The right to live and explore in fancy
To enjoy is to own
The right to open and welcome
In the palace of fantasy
To the kingdom of ecstasy
With merry and cheery.
John told me, a few weeks ago,
About this place,
A land far away from any and all,
Somewhere problems don’t exist,
And everyone stays happy.
I asked how to get there,
My eyes colored in starlit blues and painted hues,
He told me simply,
“You ride a bus there.”
I asked where it went,
“It's a bus to nowhere.”
“To Nowhere?” I asked,
“To nowhere.” He responded.
“Its a place near and far.”
“A place where no one knows who you are.”
“A place where you can be content with just living.”
“A land of civil rest.”
I repeated to myself,
“Nowhere..”
He told me so succinctly.
So effortlessly.
I thought it was real.
Then in my older years I realized,
There was no sunshine in John's eyes.
As I really realized.
The bus truly went
Nowhere.
Bill prodded his sebaceous cyst
‘Twas massive the size of his fist
It spurted green pus
His wife made a fuss
“Get treatment NOW, I must insist”
Blue lighted to the A & E
Huge spurting cyst medics could see
Bill’s livid butt boil
Made doctor’s recoil
Needs lancing now, they all agree
They bundle Bill onto a table
“Don’t sedate him” said his wife Mable
I will succinctly put
He’s a pain in the butt
I’m leaving him when I am able
The medics gave Bill’s boil a prick
Green gunky pus splurts, it’s so thick
Poor Mable was heaving
She said, “Bill I’m leaving
Because you’re an ignorant dick”
“You wouldn’t seek treatment for years
Your constant moans left me in tears
I’ll file for divorce
I’m leaving of course
I’m going to live in Algiers”!
Bills visage turned ever so pale
His final breath he did exhale
The cad passed away
There’s no more to say
I’ve finished the end of this tale!
(“The Particle In The Wave”, 2018, original encaustic)
Down to Zero
In the great equation of Life
Everything eventually cancels out
As it naturally balances
And leaves us down to zero.
From the perspective of static
The dynamic is the illusion
From the perspective of dynamic
The static is the illusion.
Buddhism with its notion of a final Nirvana
Takes the former
Taoism with its effortlessly flowing Wu-Wei
Takes the latter.
That is the East, while in the West
This paradoxical duality is expressed
Succinctly by quantum physics
As the wave and particle nature of light.
The reality is always, of course, different
Than what we think, when we’re at zero
And left with what it means to be alive;
In work or play, depending on our view.
(7/21/25)
I can be succinctly silly
Drawing diamonds willy nilly
Bothering my brother Billy
I’m a queen and he’s a dilly
Callously torn in fragile shreds,
I sheepishly snuggle in cozy threads.
Succinctly laced, the cactus leans -
Hope nestled amidst it's thorned scenes.
To bittersweet melodies, in trance,
A medley plays, with puppets dance.
Every errand, a gallop in the meadows wide,
Yet petals of mahogany dews reside.
Am I still alive, or lost in posthumous hues?
A sombre ballet, unfolding in view.
Florid banshees recoiled, neck and hankering sneer.
A succinctly exuberant suggestion when selective.
Came on, fell flat with laconic ornamentation.
A miniature jaunt, interment; glove comparted.
Pin-striped foxtails attuned tune maddening clairvoyants.
Precisely predisposed, wine-flavored latten tobaccos.
A wooden-tipped juxtaposition, stilling waisted.
Bygone midge nonguarded, slunk olive drabbing on bayou.
Thicken handkerchief lightly dabbing brow.
Darkness entrapment, fiat practice gymnastics.
Money management, coinage magnet, honored in mathematics.
Backflipping,
Backtracking,
Backpacking.
Super-Soaker moisture, quickie; quickly, socks on prickly.
Sloped incline, inside Mount Saint Helens' Slip 'n Slide.
Turn of An Unfriendly Card
(Tarot 3 of Swords)
I cannot empathize with a shattered heart.
That image of a fragile, breakable baby pink orb
Is insulting to how I feel.
The turn of an unfriendly card depicts three swords
thrust into a still beating heart
I feel the sliver blade of that first sword
plunge hard, deep and succinctly.
I gasp with the pain in my chest
I feel the second as it severs sideways
and tears my heart from side to side
and as grief overwhelms my shredded heart,
the third slides neatly, methodically
down the middle until it dismembers
the connection to keeping it all together,
and I double over, sink to the floor, rock my body
and cry.
What I avoided is staring at me
daring me
to accept the inevitable and grow from upheaval
Become something greater that the puddle I’ve collapsed into,
grow something strong from the richness
of the blood-meal soaked earth.
The sword hurts and tears again while being pulled out
in necessary preparation for the healing to begin.
My heart is not fragile.
She said that coats rabbit.
So, you know it's not Mink.
No, this time I've had It.
You're going in the drink.
He was tied to an anchor.
With her kiss and a wink.
She pushed him into the river.
Said succinctly, Mink or Sink...
Jesus Christ
Life ground to a halt
living down a dead end street
where there's no sunlight
and shadows of doubt linger...
Till your love blew them away.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Posted on July 3, 2021,
this Tanka poem of Harry
is a blessing to me…
since it speaks of the Saviour I live for
stated succinctly in Horsman’s style
reverberating with his wit, wisdom, and winning words
I can still “hear” like his comment on my
very first posted PS poem:
“Your poetry Shouts. ... loud and clear.
Just visiting your first on soup...love it.”
June 21, 2023
1st place, "Tributes to Harry Horsman: An Uncontest" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 6/25/2023.
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