Pan to Artemis
Uncharmable charmer
Of Bacchus and Mars
In the sounding rebounding
Abyss of the stars!
O virgin in armour,
Thine arrows unsling
In the brilliant resilient
First rays of the spring!
By the force of the fashion
Of love, when I broke
Through the shroud, through the cloud,
Through the storm, through the smoke,
To the mountain of passion
Volcanic that woke ---
By the rage of the mage
I invoke, I invoke!
By the midnight of madness: -
The lone-lying sea,
The swoon of the moon,
Your swoon into me,
The sentinel sadness
Of cliff-clinging pine,
That night of delight
You were mine, you were mine!
You were mine, O my saint,
My maiden, my mate,
By the might of the right
Of the night of our fate.
Though I fall, though I faint,
Though I char, though I choke,
By the hour of our power
I invoke, I invoke!
By the mystical union
Of fairy and faun,
Unspoken, unbroken -
The dust to the dawn! -
A secret communion
Unmeasured, unsung,
The listless, resistless,
Tumultuous tongue! -
O virgin in armour,
Thine arrows unsling,
In the brilliant resilient
First rays of the spring!
No Godhead could charm her,
But manhood awoke -
O fiery Valkyrie,
I invoke, I invoke!
poem by Aleister Crowley
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Move over Moon
Move over Moon-
You’ve been displaced,
And it’s not some Star
That took your place.
Nor is a rose by another name
slipping in to steal your fame.
Their day is done
and none too soon.
Henceforth lovers who wish to swoon
must not rely upon the Moon, .
must not invoke the mystic rose
musr not implore the Northern star
Love needs the help of a guitar:
Beneath your lovers’ window stand
and strum a chord with practiced hand.
Sing your love a haunting tune: :
which might include a mystic rose
which might invoke the Northern Star
which might implore the lovers’ moon.
It seems I've spoken way too soon.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Wiccan Chant of Power
I conjure thee O spirit light
Invoking thee O spirit bright
I bind your soul eternally
O spirit light I conjure thee
I am your guide, I’m in control
I own the essence of your soul
So follow me and be my bride
I’m in control, I am your guide
This spell of power I invoke
And all free will I do revoke
I am the poison you devour
I invoke this spell of power
I conjure thee O spirit mine
You know my power is divine
Submit to me on bended knee
O spirit mine I conjure thee
poem by Amera Andersen
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Invoking The Simple Symbols To Understand Some Complexities Of Our Lives...
to simplify what so many of those who do not wish to understand
we invoke the most common symbols
for this universal kindness the sun has to do with all day shining
with compassion the moon makes a good substitute for light and coolness
and romanticism, and to have available music that is free and
all giving, we invoke the river, and the majesty of seven waterfalls
like the Niagara, or the Yellow River
some pearls of temporary beauty for the dews of the leaf,
the silence of the worms, the system of the red ants,
the muteness of the fish inside a bowl of clear water in the living room of mother.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dont Cry For Me, Jesus
dont cry for me, Jesus,
it should be me crying for you.
when those that invoke your name,
do so on the field of battle;
in the name of prejudice and hatreds,
from well insulated rooms,
padded against the cries
of the needy and hungry.
in the name of a 'holiness'
that forgets the sacredness of life.
in the name of a justice
that sees colors and wealth and privilege.
dont cry for me, Jesus,
for they would leave you
on that old cross,
and invoke your name like magic
to absolve well planned sins.
dont cry for me, Jesus...
cry for those too deaf to hear,
too blind to see,
too callous to feel...
and okay, maybe a couple tears
for me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pain
Satan sets in
Regardless of sorts and species
On the physiological route
Incidentally to invoke a spirit
Accidentally to provoke a spirit
Bullying the nociceptors to cry
'Paining, paining'
Satan sets in
Regardless of sorts and species
On the psychogenic routes
To invoke an emotional upset
To prvoke an acrimony
Ragging the soul to cry
'Painful, painful'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Never invoke the gods unless you really want them to appear. It annoys them very much.
quote by G.K. Chesterton
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Some artists want to confront. Some want to invoke thought. They're all necessary and they're all valid.
Sonnet XLVII: To Fancy
Thee, Queen of Shadows! -- shall I still invoke,
Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,
When on mine eyes the early radiance broke
Which shew'd the beauteous rather than the true!
Alas! long since those glowing tints are dead,
And now 'tis thine in darkest hues to dress
The spot where pale Experience hangs her head
O'er the sad grave of murder'd Happiness!
Thro' thy false medium, then, no longer view'd,
May fancied pain and fancied pleasure fly,
And I, as from me all thy dreams depart,
Be to my wayward destiny subdued:
Nor seek perfection with a poet's eye,
Nor suffer anguish with a poet's heart!
poem by Charlotte Smith
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First Love Remembered
PEACE in her chamber, wheresoe'er
It be, a holy place:
The thought still brings my soul such grace
As morning meadows wear.
Whether it still be small and light,
A maid's who dreams alone,
As from her orchard-gate the moon
Its ceiling showed at night:
Or whether, in a shadow dense
As nuptial hymns invoke,
Innocent maidenhood awoke
To married innocence:
There still the thanks unheard await
The unconscious gift bequeathed:
For there my soul this hour has breathed
An air inviolate.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Leaders must invoke an alchemy of great vision.
quote by Henry A. Kissinger
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Make friends with the angels, who though invisible are always with you. Often invoke them, constantly praise them, and make good use of their help and assistance in all your temporal and spiritual affairs.
quote by Saint Francis de Sales
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Non loneliness
Your photo is in my head.
It is often taken to my bed.
I invoke it to my loneliness.
It inspires me to perspire,
As if I had you in bed
01.10.99, palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We invoke the sacrifices of our fallen heroes in the abstract, but we seldom take time to thank them individually.
quote by Rahm Emanuel
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There is another side to chivalry. If it dispenses leniency, it may with equal justification invoke control.
quote by Freda Adler
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As the Constitution endures, persons in every generation can invoke its principles in their own search for greater freedom.
quote by Anthony Kennedy
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Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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The Voice of Robert Desnos
So like a flower and a current of air
the flow of water fleeting shadows
the smile glimpsed at midnight this excellent evening
so like every joy and every sadness
it is the midnight past lifting its naked body above belfries and poplars
I call to me those lost in the fields
old skeletons young oaks cut down
scraps of cloth rotting on the ground and linen drying in farm country
I call tornadoes and hurricanes
storms typhoons cyclones
tidal waves
earthquakes
I call the smoke of volcanoes and the smoke of cigarettes
the rings of smoke from expensive cigars
I call lovers and loved ones
I call the living and the dead
I call gravediggers I call assassins
I call hangmen pilots bricklayers architects
assassins
I call the flesh
I call the one I love
I call the one I love
I call the one I love
the jubilant midnight unfolds its satin wings and perches on my bed
the belfries and the poplars bend to my wish
the former collapse the latter bow down
those lost in the fields are found in finding me
the old skeletons are revived by my voice
the young oaks cut down are covered with foliage
the scraps of cloth rotting on the ground and in the earth
snap to at the sound of my voice like a flag of rebellion
the linen drying in farm country clothes adorable women
whom I do not adore
who come to me
obeying my voice, adoring
tornadoes revolve in my mouth
hurricanes if it is possible redden my lips
storms roar at my feet
typhoons if it is possible ruffle me
I get drunken kisses from the cyclones
the tidal waves come to die at my feet
the earthquakes do not shake me but fade completely
at my command
the smoke of volcanoes clothes me with its vapors
and the smoke of cigarettes perfumes me
and the rings of cigar smoke crown me
loves and love so long hunted find refuge in me
lovers listen to my voice
the living and the dead yield to me and salute me
the former coldly the latter warmly
the gravediggers abandon the hardly-dug graves
and declare that I alone may command their nightly work
the assassins greet me
the hangmen invoke the revolution
invoke my voice
invoke my name
the pilots are guided by my eyes
the bricklayers are dizzied listening to me
the architects leave for the desert
the assassins bless me
flesh trembles when I call
the one I love is not listening
the one I love does not hear
the one I love does not answer.
poem by Robert Desnos
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Prometheus sonnet
Thou brave old Titan, that in chains didst lie,
Bound to the rock on the Caucasian hill,
Who by sublime endurance didst defy
Imperial Jove and all his shapes of ill;
As I invoke thy spirit here to-day, --
From the old Pagan world thou speak'st to me,
I hear thy voice across Time's sounding sea,
Bid me thus bear and conquer. -- I obey.
Henceforth, like thee, I will endure and wait
On life's bleak summit bound, without dismay.
Then in thine iron car roll on thy way,
Thou stern, relentless power that men call Fate,
Loose then thy bolts thou dark and threat'ning sky --
Thou vulture at my heart, feed to satiety!
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Of Those We Started And Unfinished
there are those which we have already started
years back and still unfinished
no matter how we want to and this bothers us
today. we think how and we invoke why.
there are those which we finished those which we
have done so clumsily and we think we have done no justice
to what have been badly done and we think we are disturbed
that we decided that
this should have been undone
that we should go back to a certain beginning
and redo the things all over again
and give it its shape and color and place
that it rightly deserves
these too bother us.
they keep on going back as dreams
nightmares to be specific
when we sleep they become nagging mouths inside our heads
an old woman wearing black begging to be fed a hearty breakfast
a small child so thin wanting to be hugged by your empty arms
a tiny black bird that cannot sing inside a very small cage
asking you to open a lock
a single leaf on a twig of a dead tree asking you
the hush of a sigh so it can fall and finally be free from the barks
sands of time so dry wanting to be wet with rain asking you
even for just a tear from your eye
so as to taste the dignity of its sorrow
the bother seemingly endless on an edgeless time
and space without doors
we invoke the power of the circle
so we can be just like it
something must have no beginning and no end
and it is given us in this sense of
this forgetting
and just like a circle we move on like the way
a circle rolls itself on the edge of a square table and then
we fall on something without a bottom
that vast ocean without a floor
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some politicians are aware of the Bill of Rights. It seems that the opposition party is far more likely to invoke it, to wave it in the air, this is what we saw from a lot of republicans during the Clinton Administration, and we are seeing the same from Democrats under Bush.
quote by James Bovard
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