Short Invoked Poems
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Philip Larkin
an English poet to whom we hearken
invoked his Mum and Dad
in words now famous, funny but some consider bad.
The Pact!
True love intact
headstone unravels all,
their land infertile took them both.
Invoked.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
To make a binomial theorem from cabbage,
a rabbit invoked Boole and then Babbage,
which worked out easily,
for all powers but three.
He then used a carrot to advantage.
Tough times have fallen on the North Pole
COVID-19's shrunk employer payrolls
So, the good Lord's invoked the grandfather clause
To increase the pension due Santa Claus
…and those in the race
Continued running
And the gap widened
Between they and us
Who stayed behind
And invoked native ingenuity
To give value to our lives.
For us the race was run:
To beg their aid is taboo!
SYMBOLIZED NAIVETY-:-
draped
shaped
individual
creative
amusements
of DADAISTICAL MEMOIRS
confused
bizarre
illustrative
dreamworlds
materialise
are SUDDENLY REVEALED
invoked
transient
notions
indissoluably
linked
in a bubble of unknowing
stupor we chose to celebrate
doing nothing gently flowing
feeling in-form chakras gyrate
renouncing thought of loss or gain
we invoked power of zero
thus breaking free of ego chain
in God’s eyes became a hero
The black magician
Invoked the demons
Encircling victim
Piercing his aura
Playing on his fears
Healing simple
Oppose not force
Abandon fear
Leaving no niche
Empty now
Void like space
Immortal
Phoenix
Thus does
Rise
26-March-2021
A REVIVAL OF INTEREST-:-
invoked
conflated
traditional
linguistic
vocabulary
in REDISCOVERED POETICS
exerted
fascinations
without
contemporary
custom
&BEAUTIFYING TALENTS
exerting
precious
proportionate
passionate
translations
the epiphany that arose
invoked by pristine presence
caused a sublime fragrance to linger
as after burns of teasing bliss effervescence
holding promise of a permanent shift
as an embodiment of our being
surging forth from our core
The marquee's silhouetting neon heart's rejoicing as she sequined
Dracaena whom had merely dreamnt this dream; a fathom to be..
Bustling city streets her trouvere`in morphed vibrant vivid scenes
Translucent wings cable cars pedestals invoked her, highrise stars.
the world is vast and we are small
but if we choose we can expand
birthing a magnetic bliss squall
that deeper truths we understand
to enable this just be still
that divine grace be thus invoked
and by surrendering our will
soul presence is with God’s light yolked
The accumulative miles could astonish,
All those tongues, with nary a story uttered.
All those eyes that never "saw" a thing.
All those soles, the antithesis of "only".
All those heels, still attempting to lift in silent dignity.
From a still shot, a dynamic response is invoked!!
We toss our treasures into the fire,
To satiate our antiqued desires.
Kneeling before glowing embers,
When smoke is silent,does blood remember?
We wave our hand across the smoke,
Praying some great thing will be invoked.
We sacrificed our earthly treasures,
In vain, asking the ashes to remember.
one with the vastness, conspiring with space
magnetised palms transmit radiant light
if the receptor chooses to embrace
healing mists infuse heightened bliss delight
that by God’s hands, wrongs suffered are made right
thus in monk mode, energies with love yoked
magic is conjured, divine grace invoked
a beautiful koel once lost its melodious voice
thus was unable to make a mating call
so it invoked divine magnetism
manifesting a bliss squall
birds from far and wide came
to be blessed by this silent sage
whose luminous aura radiated delight
‘twas clear its soul had turned a new page
There is nothing more to be realised
When God’s Grace is invoked and
His mercy doth flush and cleanse
A carcass so parched that
Its once beating heart stops
Dormant Broken Empty Nothing
To be replenished just in time
Malicious ego deadened
Fear of its return a dread.
Please God never leave me.
given that what we seek
will in time consume us
we chose to be consumed
by the flame of love and light
to this end we invoked
power of pure intent
resting in the vibrant void
of silence and stillness
the false fell away
but what died never was
who we were, are and will be
manifested as living light
What if silence too is a script we conjure,
tapping into subconscious mind, befooling
ourselves, as we sidestep the truth of what is …
bemused by ego?
Trapped in swamps of dark desires, bound by beliefs,
how else can we exit this matrix unless
thoughts cease, that thus grace invoked, our soul’s eye sees …
noumena within?
Our memory recalled an enchanting scent,
that once delighted and enlivened our soul,
so we invoked grace, according joy consent,
to manifest once again that we feel whole
and thus with the bugle sounded for ascent,
we rekindled the fragrance sages extol.
Such are subtle desires, which we indulge in,
feeling in stillness, bliss ignition begin.
To wreak havoc on her enemy
She invoked a fiery wind
But she was engulfed in the storm
Which she could not now rescind
Swirling leaves pointed like knives
Became a tornado of great force
Oh, she died of a thousand cuts
Yet without feeling remorse
29-October-2022
Painting prompted Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Image#2
Word count: 48
My old, inconsolable past.
Until all my worries toppled.
And then there was nothing in the way of the vastness.
For a while, I felt guilty for not recognizing my abilities-
Which I was guarding.
Until they could no longer be invoked.
And now my capacity is permanently damaged.
And now there is no way to recover that promise within.
Instinctively following scent of delight,
in as that pulsation that does not abate,
in staid stillness, soul attained zenith like height,
teleported by love straight to heaven’s gate,
suffused in bliss mists thus by day and by night,
invoked by yearnings of our childlike heart chaste.
As we can see there is nothing to be done,
save recognising that God and soul are one.
Here we go again,
dancing in the rain,
feeling rapture rise,
in childlike surprise.
The last time around,
we were in fears drowned
but now we have seen,
soul’s luminous sheen.
In mind-body urn,
earth’s a school to learn,
somewhat like a dream,
where latent thoughts stream.
Now that we know this,
we’ve invoked God’s bliss
and are now carefree,
untied from mind’s tree.
there being no other
I Am the power within
enabling all functions
of cognition and action
related to body-mind
I Am presence observes
ego as shadow of the Self
floundering in ignorance
and so compassion stirs
creating a magnetic pulse
divine magnetism is love
omnipresent and omnipotent
once invoked ego surrenders
all that that then remains
is light of Self in the heart