Long Invoking Poems
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Anxiety went into overdrive regarding...
"check engine light" being on
I desperately clutched
(the Peanuts stuffed animal) Woodstock
to help me absorb shock.
What invisible agent
provocateur née ghost in the machine
sinister force hell bent
to rob me of every red cent,
whereby checking account
incurred major dent
(albeit figurative) required
yearly vehicular ownership event.
Unavoidable collision course
with money woes does frankly zap
proud owner of car will soon
find her/himself on penniless track
after salesperson (usually a man)
intones memorized commercial spiel,
and won't shut her/his yap
until quota of cars sold
guaranteeing bear hug wrap
courtesy company president
gifted bonus and vacation to escape,
(albeit temporarily) rat race trap.
Yours truly crafts (courtesy poetic license)
mine trademark prevaricated write
crowing, invoking, and lamenting malfunction
advertises, enunciates,
and intones game over
(by Tracy Lauren Marrow,
otherwise known as Iced-Tea),
whose claim to fame 1. rapper round rhymes;
2. fleet (truckload) of motorized
hot wheels (burning rubber)
quite a fiery sight;
3. check engine light advertisement
especially fluorescent hubcaps
that glows (like the
pulsating nose of Rudolph) at night.
Most recent experience (mine)
dealing with problematic
"check engine light" tsuris,
taught me helpful object lesson
after bringing our 2009 Hyundai Sonata
to Norm's Save Station
(earlier today 8/24th, 2021)
551 Gravel Pike, Collegeville, PA 19426,
which mechanic on duty
informed me that within Pennsylvania
said mechanical setback NEED NOT
be troubleshot if car driven less than
5000 miles per year.
During life’s sunset years, in slowdown mode,
sidestepping environs that provoke strife,
our tranquil soul dwells in God’s heart abode,
invoking love mists that make us bliss rife.
Kindly eye looks at all with compassion,
tolerant to fault even if we’re scorched,
because where we dwell, love is in fashion,
wayward ego having long since been torched.
As dawn turns to dusk and night shifts to day,
with thoughts at rest and no load on our chest,
to the light that lights all lights, as we pray,
our presence is ensconced in heart’s bliss nest.
Having renounced desire, soul free from stain,
has broken free from earth life’s karmic chain.
By Phan Tan Hai
Mother walks to the ends of heaven and earth,
her two hands raised—thin, trembling;
her children not yet home this twelfth month,
her tears swelling into a tidal sea.
Mother wakes before the rooster cries,
waiting through many rounds of summer sun.
The Noble Truth of Suffering is what is seen;
the Noble Truth of Suffering is what is heard.
She hears a cry across the sky,
remembers her children lost like vanished birds;
the long miles ache with their hardship,
the distant sea brims with her tears.
Mother runs through rising winds,
thinking she hears her children call from the ferry shore.
The Noble Truth of Suffering is what is remembered;
the Noble Truth of Suffering is what is longed for.
Mother sings verses of pain,
watching her children scattered to ten directions;
the wind stirs with the early rain,
and she imagines them rafting across the river.
She hears death’s thunderous roar:
when this arises, that arises;
when this ceases, that ceases—
and she weeps, calling upon the spirits.
Mother sits remembering her children, singing;
standing, sitting, she walks inside a dream;
her children turn into cranes,
wandering far from Mother Au Co.
She cries for the storming rains,
praying the new year will come quickly;
with compassion she prays the rain will quench all fires,
that love will open the ancestral festival.
Mother steps into the village and dances,
invoking the Hung Kings of a thousand years;
bronze drums roar across ten directions,
as she lifts her face toward the parted seas.
Mother hides her spring of tears,
her two hands raised—thin, trembling;
her children return as H?ng birds, L?c birds,
while her hair has faded in the evening sun.
Echoing her chant like a mantra,
my body becomes the rushing rain,
Mother becomes the drifting clouds—
the far shore silent, wordless, still.
--- Dedicated to the poet Nguyen Quoc Thai, inspired by his poem "Returning Home to Wish Mother a Long Life".
Skin so soft as it's been left untouched.
Love woven baskets so full, but still no one to receive my seeds of love. Thoughts of spoiled parts which tempt invalid ideas, invoking false belief that this orifice is forever damaged, preventing hope and faith's permanent residency. Then I remember sometime past December, I bore the witness to new life, outside my door with its home snuggled behind leaves creating shelter from the rain and warmth for night. Amazing how awake we can be. What a beautiful daily present allowing my presence to see the peace she gifted me. I was alert enough to watch this momma bird land in my tree, then it picked a branch, built a nest and nurtured its babies her best. All while I was denying faith in a higher power she unknowingly reminded me this is just one moment in the presence of many hours. I began to see her come and go twice a day. She would come back to feed the babies who eventually grew, flew out her nest and away they did go. The days that followed her baby's first flight, I saw her near the rooftop, her fast flapping wings creating the prettiest patterned light. A moment of calmness to admire her life, she was bringing me a clear message from God to my eyes. To think if I wasn't awake, I would have missed that sight. The deliverance of my God's hope and bright might.
as silence layers silence
in time dissolved staid stillness
we sense ripples in the void
wherein our soul is centred
simply present in agendaless vibrance
attentive and receptive
not only to the words but meanings assigned
by murmurs of heart translated by the mind
a symbolic representation of light
as it is imbibed and assimilated
osmotically by our formless presence
as a soundless reverberation sublime
whose refrains echo in the cave of our heart
wherefrom gushing forth
the bardo that may not be named is then pierced
gently and mindfully imprinting our love
on the heart of God
thus invoking grace
by blurring all boundaries
and ending separation
When twilight sighs blushing cobalt skies
And evening dons purple on sienna brown
As rainbow colors sprout blazing horizon
And scarlet winds echo intimate bird-songs
Beckoning sensuality of two loving hearts;
Meet me my love, doting illuminant stars--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
When night adorns constellations above
And moonlit desires glisten your aura
Arousing titillation of your sensuous eyes
Hold me in bliss of your hypnotic trance
As you come closer invoking Shangri-la;
Greet me my love, seducing my response--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
As fantasies blossom in odyssey of dreams
Seeking sanctuary in paradise of ecstasy,
Courting our story in flirtatious melodies
When you strum beats of fervid symphony
Enunciating words to lyrics of our revelry;
Kiss me my love, crooning tunes of its ballad--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
Satiated now, snuggling bosom of dawn
Gladly we rejoice its affectionate applause
Pleading longingly for these feelings to last
Igniting their flame for one more glance
As we woo fervor of enchanting euphoria;
Cuddle with me my love, answering its call--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
June 28, 2020
Poem of the day on June 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Sensuality poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
"I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realize"
Once you have truly felt the heart of God
there is no emotion on earth
that can ever match it!
Not the flight of Angels nor the joys of heaven
Not the human touch nor your basic needs
nothing can ever appease you
like the love of your God;
Without the seat of His soul,
you own nothing substantial to sit on;
Once you have realized this simple truth,
nothing remains to be seen, its all illusion *
When it comes to pass,
everything shall perish,
everything except, His undying love for you.
There is a smile that you just cannot ignore when it comes knocking on your door, there is a smile that you just cannot resist even if you tighten your shoe and clench your fist.
When the burdens of life overtake you and cast shadows all over you, and when you see that smile, it just makes you want to break down and cry.
That smile has the magic touch and that is all you need to get you over the rut, the smile is contagious and the longer you look at it, the more it keeps pulling you in.
Yesterday a man and a woman had an argument and, a multitude descend from nowhere, the people began to gather around watching the angry man shouting at the woman in the crowd and when he saw that innocent smile, he almost collapses on the ground.
What is with a smile when the odds are piled up against you, what is it with a smile when grief has over taken you, you cannot bring your love ones back and it cannot replace your stolen shoes but that smile will melt your heart and pull you straight out of the dark.
I have waited for this day to come when we will be both on the run; I have waited for this day to come when we will confront each other and purge your souls at the promiscuous altar, I have waited for this day to come when we would meet eyeball to eyeball and stare at each other without invoking a brawl.
The message is clear that I will be there and nothing that they say and do will cause me to fear so take courage while you wait patiently over there. The crowd will meet and the irony will complete.
Look at that face as you stand strong in the race. look at that face are you ready to go out on a date, the people are coming, the crowd is swelling and my body is swinging to a familiar rhythm; answer insult with a smile, answer grief with a smile and when you are in pain the smile will knock out all the shame.
The smile is catching and it makes everyone happy come and dine with me and place your smiling baby beside me. Show me your recipe and smile, just work up the courage and smile, a smile can change everything you don't have to sing that long hymn, just smile.
Undefeated before the cheering crowds,
colors of green,white and red...
a flag that signifies glorious moments
when the fear of losing
conflicted with the joy of winning;
it took a tremendous courage and an iron will
to put up that fierce fight...
frightened eyes invoking a living God
who looked into the praying heart,
to grant the wish to that silent voice!
Undefeated by the opponent
who committed an act of villainy...
to justify his belligerence,
but there's nothing
like a long-waited victory...
to hail a triumph with gallantry
and revel at something
that almost vanished!
The merry-making voices
of flag-waving fans...
celebrating in crowded piazzas
all over a jubilant Italy
and other countries around the globe,
resuscitated a sentiment so deep and mellow
that was lost for twenty-four years...
to spark, in their blood ,a flame of joy!
Undefeated by predictions
of malevolent -wishers
who clung to pessimism
to repress altruism;
joyful eyes drenched in tears,
there they proudly stand:
the exultant champions...
recognized by a stunnned world!!
Gladness oozes from Yolantha's fingers
Radiating warmth, gently caressing
Aftershock of angelic touch lingers
Tickles 'touchy subjects'; stress-repressing
Internal spark, external expressing
Filling Heavenly crown with jewels accrued
Invoking rain-dance-showers-o-blessing
Calming storms of amplified magnitude
Alluding, "All God's children are valued!"
Touching foreheads with fear-fever fervant
International Queen of Gratitude
Offbeat and earthy, heart of a servant
No worthy words from my pen: shooting blanks
Simply stated, "nothing better than THANKS"
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(for Yolantha Pace)