Long Hocus pocus Poems
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Old teachers,
elders, ministers, gurus, coaches -
your influence recedes.
Something new approaches.
Thank you for your contribution
to my mixed-up confusion.
Sorry, now, to see you go,
as you uphold the status quo,
or support your fine ego,
maybe make a little dough.
No, I must let go
of your hand to hold,
as I leave the fold.
New teachers,
now come into focus,
hummingbird,
your magic is not hocus-pocus,
as a flower you might try.
Caterpillar, butterfly,
you would never lie,
nor would eagles as they fly
so high up in the sky.
Every animal and plant,
each red and li'l black ant,
just like clouds, and sun and moon
keeping time to a celestial tune,
they know just what to do,
and where to go,
and I love them so.
The Green Fairy visits me
From an apothecary jar
And gives me a Commoner’s taste of heaven
Libations for one and all
In close proximity
Not from afar.
In smoke filled rooms
Of curling delights
I see diamonds
Reflected in all the lights
And Illumination
From the green glow
Possessed by the café’s glasses.
All is forgiven and forgotten
Within those walls of shame
There is a warmth and a comfort
To all its dismay…
As night turns toward midnight…
And midnight runs toward day.
There is no real obscure focus…
No magical hocus pocus
No real concentration of veritable belief
That the green fairy hides behind.
As absinthe begins and then continues on
To rule my body and my mind
And spirits me away
To a life of shortened days
But hours lengthened by the devotion
To The Green Fairy.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Ignus fatuus, things taboo.
Premonitions coming true.
Destiny calls, her bill is due.
Deja vu!!
Phantom places I've never been.
Left my body on the bed.
Words once spoken.
Yet, not said.
Voices I hear in my head.
Illusions, dreams, ghosts haunting you....
If you where me, what would you do?
Hocus pocus, fantasy an alternate reality?
Watched my life pass right by
in a blink of my minds eye.
Seconds, just before I die.
Omens, signs, clairvoyancy?
What is this inside of me?
Psyche, sixth sense, telepathy?
Fracturing my sanity.
Vibes or warnings, prophecies?
Draining my mortality.
Extrasensory perceptions,
final plea?
Gifted, cursed, divinity?
Visions only do I see?
Wisdom of futures soon to be?
Or of predestine fatalities?
Trapped in this realm, where I cannot flee.
Only death, will set me free.
September Ember Dismembered
Crisp Air, Baking Orb Basks,
Triggers Sorry "G'Bye Summer!" Tasks,
Daring "Where, What Shall We?" Asks...
Belated Yearning, Last Day's Angst,
Related Stirrings of Routine Must Be Yanked,
Or, Halcyon Days Slip Away Into the Tank!
I know! Visit & Trist, With a Loved One Resist!
Conspire Together to Ban the Hum Drum Cyst,
Seize the Light, Rotten Darkness Cease & Desist!
Sensate Focus, Expand Our Staid Locus,
Listen to Each Other, Share Inner Hocus Pocus,
Sparks of Our Views Exchanged Stoke Us!
Perhaps Oases Lie Not Above the Ceiling,
Nor End on Summer Season, Nor Below Our Kneeling,
We Meet the Enemy, for It's Us That's Stealing!
Grasp an Opportunity or Resist a Temptation?
Traipse Obscurely in Condemning Time's Ration,
Buy "Here & Now's" Ticket for the Train's in this Station!
"Hear & Know" Exposes Vain Untrue Fear,
The GPS of Vitality Does Not by Satellite Steer,
I Must Trust Relationships & Look in the Mirror!
For Facing, Listening, Working, Not Being Shy,
Local Thanks Go Global, Removing My Sty,
The World & I Are Not Running on Empty!
I Felt the World Needed Exchanging,
So Also My Neighborhood Could Stand Rearranging,
But When Improving I, All Began Changing!
Tethers float & tickle like feathers
I'm aloft unaware of outside weathers
Evening enhanced by colloquial pleasures
Malleable & manipulated
Esoterica like yours specifically stipulated
"Tie me to your tongue" I sing
Oh I utter the strangest things!
Yet I must admit I'm fully focussed
Overjoyed at this conversational hocus pocus
Unusually laid back & vocally gushing
Rampant points of interest gain further pushing
Tantalise & give me traction
Obligated now to end-goal satisfaction
Nerve endings sever in hyperspace
"Great subject matter expert kept perfect pace!"
Unbiased reviews are fully flowing
Eloquence like yours has me all glowing
Dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue.
I saw him do this once
in a wind storm.
Magically
he would shave just close enough
to keep his grizzled face
blue by the light of a yellow moon.
He could dive easy into an engine
to capture a rattling rat,
then twist its tail with only a wrench
- a drop of oil
to make it purr.
He could blarney a partial truth
with a waggish smile,
yarn it all out to fuddle
many a cocksure scholar.
He was an expert drinker,
astounding all-comers
and never tippling over
a canny knife edge.
He controlled his bootstraps
with a devilish dominion.
When he walked in my shoes
I felt I could do magic also.
He would tell me
that I had to be a genius
to be my kind of dumb.
That was old-fangled conjuring,
a natural hocus-pocus,
I practice a little of that
myself
in his roguish memory.
Come here and sit still:
Relax with fond will,
Feel deep inner thrill.
Start with your heart:
Feel surge of fine art,
Love shapes words that start.
Let purpose move mind:
Greet beauty you find,
Keep your clear thoughts kind.
Work as finesse crafts:
Let your soul now draft,
Live your poignant stuff.
Create sheer oomph and ooze:
Sip that precious booze,
Awake from warm snooze.
Soul works well desire:
Know how love inspires,
Breathe in fluid flux fire.
Dare then to excel:
Your talent now spells,
Live just what you dwell.
Craft with clear focus:
Glimpse your grand locus,
Zap hocus-pocus.
Your work is your gift:
Dare work to uplift,
Clear ideas you sift.
Breeze through pleasure-pain:
Go beyond mere gain,
Let your words speak plain.
Have fun each new day:
Dare dream what you pay,
Live well your own play.
Mind is the road high:
Consciousness knows why,
Thoughts shape poise you sigh.
Here for a short while:
Love is the best style,
Breathe with sparkling smile.
Leon Enriquez
08 December 2017
Singapore
no hocus pocus
reality feels bogus
dreams zap our focus
abstract besets real locus
if for love then who woke us
chosen now woken
open sesame spoken
deepest thought broken
wilderness needs a token
perhaps heaven’s unbroken
cosmic hey presto
one very hot potato
slipped past dear plato
consciousness found ratio
fulcrums master, builds nato
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By David Kavanagh
Howmanysyllables 5/7/5/7/7 x 3
03/07/2022
What I have seen after today,
Nearly took my breath away,
A concept so revealing it shook me to the core,
To take our eyes away from balance its shifting us through lure,
Too little takes, and too much changes focus,
Its like a game of hocus pocus,
Its all about perception and what we believe,
How we view fantasy and reality,
To walk away from ourselves we get too engaged,
We would rather turn our ear to what the others have to say,
Too much loneliness can drag us into fear,
And creates a selfish, self centered atmosphere,
Too much really does take us away,
And can easily place the heart into an unconscious state,
Dreams do not resolve,
They only recall, relive, appall, and gall.
They replay the scenes endlessly,
On loop, over and over again,
With the final chapter,
Be it a happy, sad or left-hanging ending - missing.
The cure to the plague of memories,
Requires a journal written down when awake.
Recording a list of infections, inflammations and cankers,
With their reliefs in portents,
potions, hocus pocus, spells and concoctions,
Written down in the stark light of day.
Read and revived, sipped slowly before shut-eye.
Sometimes with a dash of a 'beg to differ' or two.
Or a sprinkle of withdrawal, pulling back to let was, just be,
Pulling the pin, stepping back, sucking in, retreating,
Chin up and jolly rogered to defuse the angst, stem the rot,
To clear the air and begin again,
Coping!