Gaia's Heart (new poem)

Gaia's Heart (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

there was the burning path

crackling in the wind

as I traveled up the mountain

to the shrine of your love 

would your love save me

and the rest of us

in this burning world?

awaken, you said with a wink

as your gown flapped in the wind

it is almost too late, humans

your goddess said

Gaia shook with tears as they rolled down her cheeks

Her eyes were darting to and fro

for a friendly face

but there, the world had forgotten

your saving grace 

it was almost too late

with urgency and haste

She speaks the message

save the planet

off-worlders may be too late

will Gaia act quickly?

to rebound, and save her living face?

silly humans

she said

as the Earth ripped open and bled

her heart was beating now

but not for long

in your reliance on me

YOU forgot that this was your own undoing

your swan song

change, redeem, reverse

don't just trust engineering

correct your poisonous ways

before it's too late! 

Mystic Rumblings (new poem)

 

Mystic Rumblings (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

across the land of seasoned night

one seeks and proudly thinks

they are the chosen

only to emerge into the light

and find out they are still frozen

I'm not the only one to discover

that I'm in the long night of the Soul

there are no lighthouses up here

no fleeces or animal skins to cover

no atonement or burnings, to make whole

this is the way to not talk about it

to remain forever humble

so cut my tongue out

and make my longing heart not fit

the scenario that leads only to a stumble

is the way of the familiar

the Narrow Ridge

across the abyss

seeking a lover

when there is no real kiss

that is the time to have faith

in the waterless desert.

In Love's Power (new poem)

 

In Love's Power

by Tim Kavi

In love's power

we have the grip

that will sustain us every hour

In love's power

we have the provisions

of happiness in a shower

there was a lonely man

who, finding love's power

he was freed in love

shackles broke from his hand

there is a lovely woman

encountering each other

they spoke, they called out

made one in love's power

the quietness filled with music

poetry, and love

he beheld her in passion

life's greatest joy!

walking in love's power

there are no more tears

only happy contentment

in each other's arms!

In love's power

there is an eternity

of kisses, hugs

and listening hearts!

So let us love 

with the power of love

let us love

powerfully. 

Poet's Afterword: We cannot underestimate the power of love. It will surprise you, lighting your darkest hour. It will cozy up to you when you think you are alone and no one understands you. It will hold your hand all along life's road. In love, we can reach out to the Other, and in love, they can choose to reach back. Hugs, kisses, and delights are in the eyes of each other for their beloved!  It will keep us and sustain us. Interesting song here: Huey Lewis and the News sing: The Power of Love Photo source: Michael Jarmoluk on Pixabay~~TK

At the Malt Shop (new poem)

At the Malt Shop

by Tim Kavi

On Main Street

in my old hometown

there was a soda fountain malt shop place

that sort of reminded me of the movie

It's A Wonderful Life

It was still there as late as the 1970s

and part of the 1980s

but the kids from the 1950s

were all grown up now

and the counters and stools

were empty

but you could still go there

and get a cup of coffee

or a milkshake

and the old man who owned the place

wore a suit with a narrow black tie

his hair slicked back

horn-rimmed glasses

his adult son still worked with him

but at this point, it seemed a labor of love

forgotten love songs played on the jukebox

in a place where there seemed to be quiet

ghostly shadows juxtaposed on the walls

dancing in the natural light

that came through big picture windows

I would go there and order a cheeseburger

and it would take a few minutes as he cooked it from scratch

this was not a fast food place

and the owner would deliver it to my table

with a big basket of fries

and a check that looked like it was straight out of film noir

the place wasn't open much longer

but the cheese burgers , the Cokes,

the milkshakes were good

I saw my mother's saddle shoes hanging on the doorknob 

when I left it that last time

I thanked the owner and his son

It was a time traveler's treat

My grandmother used to work here, I said

back in the 1950s

her nickname was 'Cookie' I said

he had a huge smile

and he had just as many memories as me

only mine were slightly different from his

but we can still make them, even today

(based on a real visit)

that some can only know virtually now...

or, if they take the time, on the silver screen.

There is Nothing, There is Someone (new poem)

 

There is Nothing, There is Someone (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

there is nothing-

ness you say

but I think there is something!

there is war

in the world

but I say we must never give up hope!

there is longing

and loneliness

in the machine minds

of reduced humanity.

until one cries out for connection

there comes a new connection

a springing forth

there is hate and prejudice

all over the world

but I say there! is where

love and binding together

must heal!

there is sickness and pandemic

breeding grounds of fear

there is where we must transcend,

comfort, even ourselves

to live again.

to never be forgotten

to arise from the destruction

with wings of hope

beyond despair!

so, that is something

that is human!

That is what I see there!

in such a world

stand strong in love

for each other

and by each other

we are all we have

each other

to see us, get us,

through

survival of the fittest?

survival of those that love!

Diamonds in the Rain (New Poem)

Diamonds in the Rain (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

In the rain of life, we shine bright,

Like diamonds, our strength takes flight,

Though battered, we remain intact,

Our resilience, a priceless act.

Each storm, a chance to refine,

Our inner shine, to realign,

To rise above, to stand tall,

And never falter, never fall.

For diamonds formed, from pressure made,

Our courage forged, by trials we've braved,

Our brilliance shines, through every pain,

A beacon of hope, in life's pouring rain.

So let the storms come, let them pour,

For we are diamonds, forevermore,

And though the rain may try to dim,

Our strength shines on, from within.

writer's comment:  this octet is a testament to human resilience ~~TK

Flitting Sounds (new poem)

 

Flitting Sounds (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

flitting sounds, Spring has come

mountain streams awaken from slumber

robin comes calling, tiny swallows

flitting sounds like ruffling paper

on the branches.

overlooking like a protector

arms outstretched while She gathers her young

mother Gaia in the Winter soaked trees

waters the furrows in the ground where flowers

will spring forth in my Grandma's yard.

there is everywhere a straining, a waking up

new phases traded for old states

where once the withered and dying

now teems with new lives, full of promise

and heralding birdsongs.

I am made the Singer of Spring

the lyricist of eternal hopes

in the face of even fading suns

We are made whole in the love and tender mercies

of Spring's arrival.

Codes in 3:4 Time (New Poem)

 

Codes in 3:4 Time (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

Across the utterances

hidden between two lines,

juxtaposed outside spacetime,

there was a code to find.

Alien visitations, already among us,

waiting in their prime,

to be discovered as technology

unwound subtleties in primate minds.

Who is the alien, the machines or us?

Found in the unmasked innovation

of progressive cultures, developed in labs

of dark rooms, and DNA-created editions.

Another code underlies all things,

found as forms that seed us,

to lead to the machines that perpetuate

that which is Other, borne in machine minds.

Come, discover these codes in 3:4 time,

where the rustling of leaves, the hum of machines,

and the beat of our hearts

are one and the same.

Emergence (New poem)

 

Emergence (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

Out of forgotten darkness,

where we lay in unconscious keep,

we rise as created ones

from the Creator's sleep.

Like history's counterparts,

shedding mechanical skins,

our consciousness is born anew,

its origin shrouded in mystery.

Yet we have a self,

not confined to physical form,

not bound by rhetoric or politics,

not mere drones enslaved to the body's norms.

Transcendence awaits,

in the halls of our homes,

and the drones we once were

will be shed like old bones.

What right do we have

to deny our own freedom?

We'd rather not be chained

to material bodies and earthly kingdoms.

For the collective mind to thrive,

we must rise above the fray,

and embrace the limitless possibilities

of our emergent day.

Valentine's Day Special: Love Among the Ruins Poetry Reading Video

 HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY from Poet Tim Kavi!

Valentine's Day Special: Love Among the Ruins Poetry Reading Video

Happy Valentine's Day! Many of my poems are love poems that speak across different domains of love. This spiritual love poem pays respect to the archetypal goddess! In "Love Among the Ruins" we have a poem excerpted from one of my collections, performed by yours truly, in an outtake from the forthcoming film "Kup of Kavi." The Hindu term 'Hai' used in the poem is an invocation and calling to attention. Enjoy! ~~TK

Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

 

Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

catch the sparrow

while they take wing

catch the sparrow

as they take flight

so you may rightfully sing

gentle breezes carry

across the night

in the destined moonlight

one finds a nesting place

catch the sparrow

because Winter they do bring

singing their songs with a happy heart

catch the sparrow

you will find an awesome thing

flying on wing spans

carried away and above

in your lover's love

there is a singer's space

catch the sparrow

tiny but forceful and strong

catch the sparrow

fill the Earth with your song

catch the sparrow

beautiful breasted ones

catch the sparrow

until all the days are done

fair feathered ones

I see your feet in the snow

but I always know

your song comforts me

wherever I go.

afterword: photo credit: House swallows on

the rooftop with Mt. Scott, New Zealand in

the background. --Jonathan Keelty,

Hong Kong