Long Invitation Poems
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Deep and deliberate
The voice of a soul
Who’s circled
At the gates
Of hell
Come back
Loaded with
A message
To set things right
I’d recognize
His voice
Anywhere
Bluesy
Sultry
Seductive
Intoxicating
Shout out
To my very core
Call out
To my very soul
Transfixed
Quivering
I’m a captive
Hummingbird
It’s not the words
He says
Or those he doesn’t
It’s the music
The delivery
How it emanates
From depths within
Resonates
Beneath my skin
Baring his soul
A vulnerability
Unlike any
I’ve ever seen
Whispering
Mercilessly
Strumming
At my heart
His hot breath
At the nape
Of my neck
Kissed and
Caressed
Blissfully
Given
Possessed
And spent
Tears that cry
To be set free
Feeling mellow
Transported
On a cosmic journey
Clinging to his wing
Bringing me to
Heaven’s gate
Read on air by invitation ~ April 16, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 1st place 2021, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
bring it on
what else have you got
you’re in the mood for beating a dead horse
and won’t give up until you break me
well get it over with
it will take more than
what you’ve thrown at me
so get it on and
give me all you’ve got
how many times have you rained on my parade
you’ve hailed, dumped your snow and sleet
and even aimed at me your thunderbolts
I may be soaked and drenched
darn right I’m miserable
but you’ve not won over me
you’ll never get the best of me
bring it on
get it over with
what else have you got
Read on air by invitation ~ March 7, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on March 7, 2021 for contest LIFE'S STRUGGLES sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
My idea of celebration...
Collection by collaboration.
A feast with friends of then and now
With family too, blood and somehow.
A table big enough to chair
All of the people here and there
With whom my time that I would share...
Both the common and the rare.
Each member and every mate
Would have before them their own plate
And cup to wine, dine - operate
As we proceed to celebrate.
Short supply - none there would be
Of food and drink for you and me.
Conversations - open, free
As if they were birds of a tree.
Equality and elimination
Of any such discrimination.
Abundance of illumination...
Every moment a sensation.
In my mind, this I create...
The idea of it seems quite great.
Your invitation lies in wait...
So come, join me and celebrate.
Courage is a quality that describes well this star who fought an uphill battle since childhood when abandoned by a mother suffering from mental issues, and later having to overcome sexual abuse in several foster homes - then trying to build a career for herself while trapped in an era where sexy women weren't taken seriously.
from pin-up girl to leading lady
sultry goddess
cultural icon and phenomenon
movie star
sex symbol
her public mesmerized
a beauty mark
red sumptuous lips
trademark blonde hair
photographed at every angle
product of an unstable childhood
early scars that never healed
deep down just a girl shy and insecure
hooked and determined
to defy odds and make it big
Norma Jeane
in over her head
in a conniving
vicious shark tank
fame but at what risk
just wanting to be loved
but never enough to fill the void
the little girl
in the skin of a strong woman
issues of trust and abandonment
not so easily conquered
addiction depression and anxiety
lurking in the dark
Norma Jeane
Marilyn Munroe
larger than life
her name still conjuring a dreamy aura
enigmatic her candle in the wind
Read on air by invitation ~ September 19, 2020 'MYTHS & LEGENDS'
AP: 1st place 2025, 2nd place 2025, 3rd place 2020
Submitted on September 5, 2020 for contest COURAGE sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 3RD
In the temple of silence, where the past awaits to be rewritten,
I wrap my longing in the mantle of night, searching for the lost ring of destiny,
That sacred symbol, forged in the shadow of agate forests,
Its color, a gateway to the depths where green meets the night.
I dared to part with it, to offer it as a gift to a pilgrim of fortune,
But in the quiet of the drawer, it lost the echo of the hand that shaped it.
With a heavy heart, I asked for it back, wore it as a talisman
Close to my heart, yet foreign as a dream of the past,
Untouched by the magic of vows under the starlit sky.
Where does it rest now? Hidden in a crypt of memories
Beneath the layers of days, in a place where no hand can touch it.
I scour my small world, not to find it, but to free myself
From the burden of longing, heavier than the chamber of oblivion where hopes melt away.
This ring, a symbol of our devoted love,
Became the relic of a pilgrimage of my soul,
Seeking rest in a mystery deeper than endless seas.
It calls me, not to find it, but to understand
That love, like the ring, cannot be confined to a form,
But is an eternal journey, a dance with the spirit of the wind.
In this labyrinth of life, where memories intertwine with dreams,
The lost ring is now a guiding star in the sky of my soul,
An invitation to live beyond limits, to love beyond form,
To find in every whisper of the wind, in every dancing leaf,
The magic of love that transforms, that lifts the soul to unseen heights,
Where each moment is a sacred altar of renewal,
And where love, ceaselessly, weaves its eternal song,
In a universe where everything is light, and everything is love.
A smile, a fake facade I wheel out each day
It hides behind a scripted rhyme, its words fade
Fumbling, incoherent, searching for a way
Each gentle line, created but never played
Help, allow me to discover, find a way
A purpose, a reason to why I was made
But this performance will repeat and repeat
As my reflection hides, reluctant to meet
For laughter was a distant friend, overused
Each occasion I would request you to call
An invitation sent, politely refused
Now I wonder, was there meaning to it all
As tears escape, I am totally confused
Where you the result of my sudden downfall
Please don't portray me being this hopeless case
Because there is a fake smile upon my face
Canopy’s of Emotion and Consecrations of Reality
A botanical canopy of human emotion
The preservation of the wildlife inside the ocean
A consecration of sacred vows that culminate your devotion
The invitation to contemplate as you consider abstract notions
Turquoise reflections beneath an enlightened sky
The pain of the dejections that protected you from a lie
The rain clouds of perception that pierce your heart to make you cry
The unbelievable interjections of thought that constantly question why
Supernatural gifts pushing the boundaries of what we know
Factual shifts in how we represent the information we want on show
A lover lifts his head in the melted light of the afterglow
A state of constant dread as we interrupt the natural flow
Firmaments of shimmering beauty raining down from a sunlit morning
Wonderments of time unfolding before your eyes as a vision is forming
Achievements of unheard of refine only to serve as a constant warning
Of the imminent decline we’re facing when confronted with Global Warming
Divisive opinions colliding on the parliamentary floor
Incisive decisions deriding as we wonder what all this conflict is really for?
Indecisive teenagers contriving their image while they’re constantly seeking more
Derisive divisions forming at the Presidents front door
A culmination of considerations that challenge the status quo
An invocation of alliteration as we express more than we think we know
A consummation of deliberation as we form conclusions that just won’t go
A formation of imitations as we reveere those who rose above the low
Don’t perpetuate the societal state of heirarchical exclusion
Or deliberate on what we venerate to reduce the mass confusion
While we consummate the virtues we rate that break through the universal delusion
We invigorate the fierce debate that seeks to eviscerate illusion
Part 1: The Event
Back in younger age days,
Going to grad school in Boulder, Colo, was no fun,
Lots of course work, research work, little time to socialize,
Professor had to meet his grants timeline,
One nice Saturday morning, a few grad schoolgirls,
Called and invited me to go to Copper mountain ski resort,
How can I resist such a social invitation,
I was ready in the morning dressed up in my winter gears,
We hit the road, within couple of hours, we were at the ski resort,
Went down to rental shop, got fitted with skis and matching boots,
I had not confessed yet to the girls that I was still learning how to ski,
We went up the chairlift, I was helped at the top by attendants to get on my feet,
The girls were good, they took off on their skis down the slope,
I started down slowly on the slopes, till I reached a junction of treks,
I started one way, changed my mind to take another trek,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, no one dared to lift him up,
I was buried in the snow with face down, till an older gentleman came by,
Turned me around, took my skis off, called the ski patrol,
By the late afternoon, girls came to the clinic looking for me,
Advised me, I should have stayed down, and practiced on beginner’s slopes.
Part 2: The Hindsight and lessons learned
I was on crutches for a month,
The diagnosis of hyperextended ligaments was not true,
I had knee surgery to get back hopping in a few weeks.
The lesson I learned, is never show off, know your limits,
Fun can await on some other day,
There was human temptation at that age,
To impress the girls, maybe make a girlfriend,
One girl would come once in a while,
Bring food and consolation for my well-being,
She gradually disappeared; I was back to work.
Now in hindsight, it was a great lesson learned,
People like the winners, not the losers,
Exceed in your effort, show your talent where you are good,
Research is hard work, like poets writing poems,
With only a few readers and good comments,
I found solace in my effort and kept myself going in life.
Pretend not to be master of all the knowledge needed,
Talk to the juniors and experts, if help is required,
Assuming that you can do it all on your own,
It is inviting trouble to a bright future.
How I hate it when they call me a clown,
Yet I can't help but make people laugh.
It comes unbidden, needing no invitation —
As though a trove of jokes is placed in my throat.
Often I try to bridle my face and talk tough,
But when a flume of gloom drowns spirits deep down,
Then my sense of humour becomes their salvation —
A spring of joy that quenches sorrow’s drought.
Time has taught me that humour holds a balm ~
It lifts the weight boredom lays on minds.
It brightens paths in life's dark forlorn mines,
And lifts me too, when others' jokes make me smiles.
Humour sheds tears when no cry’s in mind,
It soothes loneliness with enduring calm.
A cashless payment offered sorrow as a fine,
A thrill that ricochets through veins for miles.
A chapter of me should wear the clown's toga proud,
Since joy and radiance my humour brings to faces,
A talent that needs no stress to express,
The reason my presence delights all and sundry.
this was the spot
where we’d come
i’d shoot photos of
the golden glitter
as waves ran down
the river bank
this was the spot
where we’d come
we’d just sit and
watch the sun as it set
we were together
seemed we hadn’t
a care in the world
this was the spot
where we’d come
so again today
the sun faithful
is at the rendezvous
but this time
with family and friends
gathered
by the river of life
with heavy hearts
we bid you fond farewell
this was the spot
where we’d come
goodbye, my love
goodbye
Read on air by invitation ~ April 14, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021