Long Sagely Poems
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How chafed the foot bereft of sole,
when unshod thoughts meet splintered floor.
Known terra firma drifts from whole,
as reason loses sight of shore.
I’ll wander where the breeze seems kind;
sweet apple blossom fairies lure.
Away from those who cage the mind,
indulging revelations – pure.
I’ll play the bride in quaint repose,
replete in sagely fettered yearn.
A farm house dowry, heaven chose;
soon I will quell all mused concern.
Old voices join the pipers tune,
a melody once clear – opaque.
Reality lies roughly hewn,
upon this page; my soul awake.
**29 May 2017**
Sagely senile pipe-smoking sensuous Sal.
She was the matriarch of her coven, quite a gal.
But wait, a newcomer said. Isn’t she just an owl?
This caused a riot, many educated Wiccans yelled foul!
They chased the Newbie off, smacking her with a towel.
She was screeching and screaming with half of a jowl.
You see in this coven; the matriarch is always an owl.
Besides no one dares double-cross sagely senile sensuous Sal.
She knows when the trees will sap, and the wind will howl.
She is wise beyond the wisest of any weird human gal.
Her witch hat is a tiny clue that she is more than a mere fowl.
If you come by, be prepared to please pipe-smoking Sal.
CIRLCLE OF LOVE AND SELF-REGARD:
Here's now a real prevised time...
Some people only get you grimed,
Since you don't disclose your plans,
For them to know what's on your mind.
Even if you accept to at least opine,
You sagely do that through a mime.
And they see it as a very wicked blow,
That you opt and unpredictably throw.
Which makes them grow insanely cold.
Hence, they unwisely become your foes,
Who always try to kill your beautiful soul,
As they unnecessarily stand to oppose.
But they don't get to know your goals,
That you've kept in a well covered bowl.
Truly, as you work manificently to grow,
They assume you to be acting saucy,
Though you don't stay by being flossy.
Yet, whenever you decide to speak,
You're being tagged as a rebel on heat.
So it's good you've been able to decide,
To intelligently move in the best line.
With regard to your mind and heart,
By holding yourself deeply with trust,
In the circle of love and self-regard.
A sagely saying before when I was
That blood is more thick than water
Once I believed it, once, just once it was
The trust I bore the desire
I counted all before me to be wiser
My flaws! I should have counted not
The pains that I bear would have been lighter
And my tears would never so, drop
A sagely saying so true? So trite
Cannot yet soothe my broken ribs
Caused by my fooled thus swollen heart
Sagely sayings or sagely fibs?
Your hearts beat strange like we’re not family
Like you or I is with a curse
Your pumping veins holds not our blood in it
By you it had been made impure
This sagely saying thus used for trickery
To play our hearts so easily.
(Snaps fingers, adjusts imaginary beret) Alright, listen up/ hitching a ride on the infinite subway/ strapped in tight/ destinations unknown/ no layover/LSD boosting, pushing past the earthly zone/
unlocking doors to realms yet to be shown/ dreams dripping in technicolor/ a cosmic goo/reality bends/ fractures/ a kaleidoscope in view/
The first jazz cat to blow on Martian Red/ is gonna need no oxygen/ it's the truth/
Gerry Mulligan's hologram, smooth baritone sax, beamed down to Hellas Planitia, the biggest impact crater on the red planet/ can jazz can reach beyond, the cosmic cul-de-sac/will they be holograms, these soulful, swinging ghosts?/
sent spinning outwards/ reaping interstellar hosts/manned waystations humming with forgotten souls/while Martian sand absorbs their melodic toasts/ hey jazzbo cats/ dig this/ the real cosmic burn, the psychological weight/ the lessons we learn/long-term missions/ a constant grinding churn/impact on the soul/ a silent, inward yearn/
Yo, NASA/ drop the mic brother and listen close/forget the rockets/ forget the earthly prose/send a holographic Bird, let freedom decompose/the loneliness of space, where nobody knows/where the echoes of Charlie Parker, Coltrane's mighty scream/are already travelling, beyond our wildest dream/
Wafting on radio waves, a shimmering, sonic beam/Sun Ra cosmic jazz music forever, flowing in an endless stream/ (Snaps fingers again, nods sagely) That's the truth. Let it resonate.
A memory of yellow blooms lives in the heart;
A smile.
Creamy gold dawn hails a propitious start;
Dreamt awhile.
Late last night, the soon ember of today;
Stars twinkled.
Now sublime Mother Nature in exotic array;
And brooks tinkle.
All nature is guided by divine wisdom unseen,
Which is why the lorikeet's home is ever green,
And the moon at primetime evokes such thrills,
And the evening shadows bring whippoorwills!
God sagely keeps track of every human desire,
And keeps the bluejay in the woodland choir,
And makes cobalt skies glow, and warm winds blow,
And pink daisies to emblazon the entire meadow.
It's small wonder nature's so gay under the sun,
And crickets chirp their joy when day is done!
You want to know its merits?
Very well, then. Daylight slants
deliciously across the boy's
inclined, thoughtful face.
His lace collar, crumpled,
houses valleys of shadow.
Or what about the Water Seller?
Look at that poncho's warm
woven woollen texture:
and isn't the rip in the shoulder fun?
And the dimples on the pot!
They scream "potness" at us.
Or the beads of water
clinging to the larger vessel,
whose horizontal striations
practically smell
of the potter's wheel.
But oh, that drinking-glass!
Does it seem possible to you
that unctuous oils and minerals
of earth, gouged from the soil,
can render the ethereal soul of glass?
It was a winter afternoon.
I'd gone along to the gallery
on the off-chance.
Standing before this marvel,
I found myself entranced.
But even as I gazed, the sun
(though never very confident in London)
stepped out coyly from behind a cloud.
Duck's-egg orange light, resplendent,
now fell aslant the canvas.
Surely this was harmful?
Sunlight bleaches (does it not?)
the colour out of things.
Alarm bells should be ringing.
I summoned a uniform attendant.
He nodded sagely as I explained
- but did nothing.
Why should he care?
Minimum wage is no great motivator.
An hour from now,
he'd be hanging up that peaked cap,
and be a person until Monday.
No point in bursting
a blood-vessel
over a silly painting. Later.
But I couldn't leave it.
If I stood just thus,
my human frame was just enough
to block the sun.
One little skirmish could be won
if I remained here
until the sun’s trajectory was done,
or the gallery closed,
whichever came the sooner.
So I did. On tip-toe,
spine inclined, quiet,
I crowded out the light of day
for more than an hour.
Pointless, you say.
I can't deny it.
The very next day,
And each subsequent foray
of Phoebus would
merely recreate the problem.
That's hardly the point.
Finding myself there,
I beat my ploughshare
into a sword and,
for that tiny slice of time,
I made the sacrifice,
bore the quizzical looks
with equanimity, quirky,
standing like a turkey
on tenterhooks
and saved the painting.
If I had a wishing stick I would ask for world peace
The lovely beauty pageant contender said into the mike
Generous generous generous
You are allowed three wishes, the commentator said.
Oh, great! She said. World peace, and I want the unicorns to be freed.
Smart too right?
“Three wishes,” The commentator said while the crowd looked on.
“And I wish the dragons would stop flying and killing people,” she said sagely.
Wow! I began to laugh. The commentator looked stunned and stumped.
She gave her queenly smile and a wave, and trotted back
to her seat in her bathing suit.
Yes, bathing suits are important too in a beauty pageant.
There were four additional finalists. Three said world peace.
Each time they said “world peace” the audience clapped as if they were on fire.
I kept rolling my eyes.
I am wearing a comfortable mumu today. It is ninety outside.
“What would your three wishes be?” The commentator asked.
“I wish to be selfish, to be left alone,
and to have my hair grow out in rainbow colors.”
The audience’s clapping was thunderous.
She was crowned almost instantly.
We are all tired of people lying about wanting world peace I guess.
And who the heck
Does not want their hair to grow out in rainbow colors?
To whom does the Jade Emperor,
The Sovereign of the Heavens above,
Bequeath the crown for all the lands,
Under divine clouds and starry skies?
Is it the mighty, scholarly or wealthy?
Is it a man of ancient and royal blood?
Or is it the favored son, a great orator,
Most proud, persuasive and popular?
The truth is: They have no right to rule!
The Mandate of Heaven is bestowed
Solely to those who have cast clean
Their hearts of all avarice, lust and wrath!
For in sagely Confucius’ Great Learning:
All those who wish to uphold the world
Must first be true and order their households,
And those who seek to be true must be pure!
For by eschewing vice and embracing virtue,
Comes a tranquility of heart that allows
One’s erudite inner wisdom to shine bright,
Leading to profound foresight and sincerity!
Only such a person is worthy of authority,
And can banish all woe and bring weal
To all above the earth and under the sky,
Yielding mirth for the minds of many!
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Liberal and poetic translation of an extract from the verse portion of Lotus Sutra, Chapter 25 (Avalokitesvara Chapter).
Sentient Beings mired in myriad hardships,
Who toss and turn and buckle under
Relentless anxieties, the fog of uncertainty,
Shall find relief in the miraculous wisdom of
Avalokitesvara, whose name dissolves all difficulties!
The wondrous sound of Avalokitesvara!
So pure like serene waves, peerless in this world,
Who could afford to ignore it?
Cherishing each chant with true faith, the pure
And Sagely Avalokitesvara, the rock all may lean against
In their hour of need and day of peril.
Replete with merit, and eyes of benevolence,
Blessings boundless like the ocean, worthy of reverence!
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