Monday, December 30, 2019

Meetings with the Promise of Any New Year (Day or Moment or Minute) (new poem)



Meetings with the Promise of Any New Year (Day or Moment or Minute)by Tim Kavi

across the distance/
things long ago forgot/
there is a meeting/
of what the future/
has brought/

lessons in time/
reflections of past/
truth in memories/
sufferings intense/
and joys unforgot/

there is/
hope in the New Year/
of what we planned/
for our futures/
in thought/

so speed forward/
never give up hope/
if you want change/
bring it and sing it/
your refrain has wrought/

across the widened gulf/
of meeting the other/
undisclosed surprise/
of the applied/
learnings you've got/.



Tuesday, October 1, 2019

A Tree Overlooking Existence (new poem)




A Tree Overlooking Existence (poem)
by Tim Kavi


A tree, I'm looking for
where I'm the same
in Nature grown
And what is known
Flows in a sweet refrain

of my existence, la la

Where gladness pours
across the flowered meadows
where the sunlight feeds the tops
of the seated places
where my sadness goes in retreat

of my existence, la la la!

lost in space
from the Earth's froth, my roots
run deep into the watered ground
across the withered plains
there's a forest, by the winding brook

of my existence, la la la la!

collapsed in time
superpositions, gray matter
fired neurons across a landscape
bring disturbing visions that promise peace
something's not right, in the light

of my existence, fa la la!

We, my fellow primates and I
are sitting in the treetops
safe where we imagine we see all
heavenly thrones of power
dripping knowledge, like raindrops

of our existence, fa la la la!

there it is; the quieting path below
one we have sought, 
in silencing reverence
as we descend and ascend
the ladders of the places we've got

of our existence, fa la la la la!

there in the calming spaces
of the open vistas 
the countrysides and rocky
paths and highways
that shine to us

Peace! in the open arms of our existence!

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

We Found Ourselves (Poem)




We Found Ourselves 
by Tim Kavi

when they said
to stay in our place
we scaled the wall
and we built tools 

technologies to help us
in our journeys

when they said
the world had an edge
we sailed our ships
and traversed the ledge

when they said
the universe was vast
we discovered light speed
and on our way

we encountered our past

when they said
there's no hope
we smiled
at the instructor's ghost

we found ourselves
again and again
riding waves of glory
dancing triumphantly

we made history.

Thursday, August 15, 2019

A puja poem of protest


A puja poem of protest
by Tim kavi

shaking my puja
everyday is better than 
shaking my booty
better than shaking at all

what is the price
I say in the marketplace
will someone give me
one goddamned price?

I don't know
I don't think those
sunglasses are really
sun blockers

they won't lead to the walk of fame
while they may hide my eyes
no one remembers my name
anyway

laughing hysterically
laughing all the way to the bologna
across the floor
laugh laugh laugh
you disrespectful jailbred freak

laughlaughlaughlaugh
go ahead
but don't choke on your own
fucking saliva
you Pavlovian dog

barking your HAHAHA

you don't think you are such
you think you are your own master?
well, go get the bone
your master's bone!

rage against wall street
landlords who raise the rent so high
to drive you out
so they can do a few things
and charge more to the next guy!

some idiot relocated
will pay it; so happy to pay it
never knowing he's being played it

right? s'right
so go ahead and laugh
laughlaughlaugh
until you know what's up
then get your life straight

hubris burned wings
always cause the soaring souls
to be brought low
in humble feedings of crow!

jellied and jammed
white shirts by the end of the day
just buy another one
made in a sweatshop in Malaise-a

there is a twinkling
in the eyes of a banker
plotting and planning
while reading financials

isn't it nice and sweet
money makes the world go round
in a happy dine and greet
don't forget to use your credit cards.

Saturday, July 13, 2019

986 (the status of my being) (poem)


986 (the status of my being)
by Tim Kavi

sometimes it  flows
unstopped, flooding
the plains below
mountaintops of ecstatic utterances

so was my youth

words are stopped
up looking, upwards
at the springs
sources where the snow
no longer melts and
the rain no longer comes

such was my adulthood

we all have issues
I said, as the guitarist's
(self-imagined) fingers bled
bludgeoned poets on the
rocks below; shattered

pretending to be an artist

by questions that blocked
the streams where words
would flow; I've become
"the great imposter"
so I wear sunglasses
and lipstick

fucking lipstick
my anima does me proud

such I am now, confused
and bleeding, yet
98.6 the doctor said
it's nice to be normal again.

Monday, June 24, 2019

observers of the vat (new poem)

observers of the vat (new poem) by tim kavi



There are some that say
we are but entertainment
cinema to the unmasked

basked outside the canvas
universal; universe-all canvas
of brave heroes, animas untold

in foreign lands, back home
dimensional palaces
outside tesseracted resurrected
mansions in our heavenly places

where walking across sandy shores
there are beaches of smashed
human castles, as epochs fade
history unravels in realizations

of absurd meanings
speckled across homecomings
to latex manufacturing
of synthetics; plastic to be heard

perhaps minding this place
in what seems to us
a vast cosmos; we are
in a vat; other beings to see

yet creating meanings
that search for transcendence
and finding freedoms
to move up higher

yet to find 
meanings are in meetings
even other beings
a purposeful sea

so time moves us up from the vat?
what will we see?
another plane of existence
where we are partly free!

there is always the collapsing
entropy of seeming
decay; but one knows
intimately there is another way!

spoken only in shadows
of dreams and cave walls
the essence of human
spirits divinely touched

shall never fail
even if in a vat
or a cold cosmos
the heat of existence warms

itself in the love of being
loved and the discovery 
of the free!

Sunday, June 9, 2019

mental illness (i wish it were) (poem)

mental illness (poem)by Tim Kavi

i wish it were
journeys across space 
and time; but it
isn't. I'd be happy
to find my mind.

oh, you've lost it,
some say? Lost
it? Did i ever
ever, have it?

Some say, oh
you'll be ok. Easy
for you to say.
You could have
given me a chance.
But you didn't.

The abuse, the
disregard, saw to
that. i wish it 
were. That things
were different.

Maybe they could
be. Maybe they will.
It starts with
acceptance, or with
change. will you
accept it? Things
as they are.

Maybe that's a
thought. I wish
it were. I hope
you find it 
they say.

Will you help
me? I wish
it were.

Monday, May 13, 2019

Prices on Kavi Collections Have Been Dropped for a Limited Time!





Hello readers of this blog and my work:

The prices on all three of my collections have been reduced at Amazon. This means you can pick up all the eBooks! Lost Love Poems for 1.99, and Emerging Goddess and Ascending Goddess for only 2.99 each. (USD funds). If you've ever been blessed, helped, pleasantly provoked, or would like to otherwise show some appreciation for my work, please stop by this link. Please support the work of this writer as he works his way through poetry school! Thanks! ~~TK

Friday, April 5, 2019

I Looked At (new poem)


I LOOKED AT (New Poem)
by Tim Kavi

I looked at
water coming forth 
from the rocks
streaming down 
the mountainside
becoming a stream
a river
and then a mighty ocean

I looked at
the harbored life
living so small
I could not see
but still believed
becoming greater
swimming lives
across eternity's tide

I looked at
temples burning
incense in blossoms
of lovely surprise
becoming deities
in the smoke
that did arise
winged ministries fly

I looked at
my planet; hoping
for love to save it
some are sleeping
to garden it
to appreciate
Gaia's keeping
to nurture it

I looked at
starry skies
saw many suns
blinking in the night
realizing cosmic scale's
awesome humbling
powers; across the
vast cosmos

I looked at
me; and then You
saw a thunderous
glory in the meeting
of the between
You and I
face to face
in every place

where souls are greeting.

Saturday, March 23, 2019

brushes on canvas; (a work is done) (poem)






brushes on canvas; (a work is done)
by Tim Kavi

canvas on fire
with rainbows
of fantastic colors

lending a dark surprise
to misbegotten eyes
across fractured time
hypnotized

as lasting songs
fed by passion's grind
cathartic desires unfurled

as dueling arrangements
juxtaposed in symbolic 
fires of mind
intertwined and hurled

tossed and thrown
gobs of paint
by artists sublime

in heartbroken rages
of mystical verses
spoken at altars
where eagles climb

as universal cosmology
points to infinite points
across starried skies

where mountains flowed
down to the seas
where purple waves
drowned in ecstatic cries.

Monday, March 4, 2019

no fast exit (poem)


no fast exit (poem)
by Tim Kavi

hey you
not so fast 
where are you going?

I have swallowed
a globe as truth
flattened earth

has left me wanting
wondering
and now, wandering

where is the man
I once was?
the international

has consumed
all that he was
writing lines

in the sand
but it's not dismal
the voice

returns like a wave
breaking across the shore
where he still exists.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Love's DNA (resequenced)




Love's DNA (Resequenced)
by Tim Kavi

Infinite loves are bent 
in the lasting helix
that becomes a model

of coded instructions
for the complexities
of yet more designs

in loves that speak 
to another kind 
of bonded pair

there in our love
is Nature's schooling
natural selection

destiny's not fooling
twisting purpose
there is no drifting

as variations mutate
and plans unfold
across populated history

for as long
as poems and songs
and novels and stories

have been told
there is the power
of love

to code itself and
rebuild itself
again and again

found when sought
this is the love
that flows

in the between
in the meeting
of person to person

the memories
of the whole
human race

that ancients knew
and sang about
wrote about

what scheme is this
what perchance to dream
as biology's revealing

of something much
deeper; is yet
discovered in some scheme

still destined
in the human heart's will
the code beats

to love; to say
to utter
beauty and true

words with power
that say:
I love you!

writer's afterword--this is an edited (excuse the pun), updated, and resequenced (excuse another pun) poem; shared today for Valentine's Day 2019. Wishing you happiness, ~~TK