tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006534361643762472024-03-05T00:52:09.181-08:00 Kup of Kavi Tim Kavi's Poems and Reflections From The Narrow Ridge Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.comBlogger418125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-39300749523965460172023-11-18T09:44:00.000-08:002023-12-23T14:00:11.842-08:00The Mountains of Your Love (Final Poem & Final Afterword)<p style="text-align: center;"> <b>The Mountains of Your Love</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I long to kiss you and hold you </p><p style="text-align: center;">every night</p><p style="text-align: center;">and it's a short highway</p><p style="text-align: center;">to the mountains of your love </p><p style="text-align: center;">every night</p><p style="text-align: center;">if I love you all day with my might!</p><p style="text-align: left;"><b>Poet's Afterword and Final Word as Poet Tim Kavi:</b> Well, it has come to the final poem with this little ditty. I'm sorry I didn't do an Epic Poem as my final one, but I am probably not that deserving of a poet. Yes, it is a love poem. Many people have expressed to me that they enjoyed my poems over the years, felt inspired, and confident, and gained the courage to face struggles. I have enjoyed writing them for you. The messages in my poems about the Goddess (with big G) and goddesses (local manifestations of goddesses everywhere in women) have always sought to empower women and rally against patriarchy is a sincere message in my poetry. Drawing from Carl Jung, my own anima, and stories of archetypal goddesses, I have always wanted to include them here to inspire women (and men) to understand the foolishness of unbridled patriarchy. My mentor, Dr. Christine Downing started it all with her book, <i>The Goddess</i>, and her encouragement for me to write. Many of my poems describe wonderful love experiences that are both sacred and embodied love. In my teens and 20s I once walked a mystical path and was an accepted spiritual leader in a community of faith as a mystic, but eventually journeyed in other directions. Today starts another fork in the road. It is the end of Tim Kavi's poetry. I'm hanging it up. The collections in process, <i>Revealed Goddess, City of Night-City of Light</i>, and, <i>Poems of Protest </i>will remain unpublished. The already shot documentary film about me, called <i>Kup of Kavi</i>, will not be released because Tim Kavi is no more. Most of you don't know that I have faced a number of serious health issues, and lately had a hospitalized scare because of my heart, so I sense that it is time to focus on those concerns and other artistic pursuits. On the subject of love, much has been written about it, and I have intended to love powerfully as best I could, but in the end, to some, I have stumbled at this and humbly express my deepest sorrows and apologies, for I failed you as your personal poet of love. To my sweet intended, I hope to still be redeemed and bear the pen to bring unpublished private works to our love, but not as Tim Kavi. Whatever I have done here, has I hope, inspired and given hope and love to people. Love and peace are worthy pursuits in life. I wish you all happiness. Another reason is that lately, a number of people have been calling me bad names, harassing me online, hacking me, and generally not being very nice. I can't do it anymore. I hope to deal with my health issues, be in a happy family, and live out the remainder of my years in peace. Bless you, and keep the power of the Goddess going. ~~Tim Kavi </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-80790579706268266522023-11-07T10:57:00.001-08:002023-11-07T10:57:51.768-08:00Surprise of the goddess (new poem)<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjn7OZCLtI2WcFkA7dyu9VYDG5U9BLJAQugbJBtKZT_xTCWD24nI4SCGg93zyedwJZY2c3OjciSxubFAdLkqzhP2aEq2Sj7ujH8PgIH1edCX0ptq7AhQIu9BotCtk0j5cFsifK7j52AES4yg31Lfykhjd4zzp19VNwJQWaeV6t0IrZFvaFE7qIUZqmdGw/s1024/poemSurprisepng.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="995" data-original-width="1024" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjn7OZCLtI2WcFkA7dyu9VYDG5U9BLJAQugbJBtKZT_xTCWD24nI4SCGg93zyedwJZY2c3OjciSxubFAdLkqzhP2aEq2Sj7ujH8PgIH1edCX0ptq7AhQIu9BotCtk0j5cFsifK7j52AES4yg31Lfykhjd4zzp19VNwJQWaeV6t0IrZFvaFE7qIUZqmdGw/s320/poemSurprisepng.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Surprise of the goddess</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">the goddess looked</p><p style="text-align: center;">with intrigue</p><p style="text-align: center;">in her eyes</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the gentle pose</p><p style="text-align: center;">before her lover</p><p style="text-align: center;">he found a surprise</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">a love that spoke truth</p><p style="text-align: center;">and never lies!</p><p style="text-align: center;">a man of words</p><p style="text-align: center;">yet, the poet cries!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">in the world</p><p style="text-align: center;">for justice</p><p style="text-align: center;">and healing</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">this is</p><p style="text-align: center;">what her love said</p><p style="text-align: center;">with feeling!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I care for my family!</p><p style="text-align: center;">and they care for me</p><p style="text-align: center;">my family needs me</p><p style="text-align: center;">and they taught me this love!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">until the sands blow away</p><p style="text-align: center;">and the oceans crash waves </p><p style="text-align: center;">across time, goddess</p><p style="text-align: center;">I see in your love,</p><p style="text-align: center;">the earth's hope</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">the birth of cute babies</p><p style="text-align: center;">beaming smiles </p><p style="text-align: center;">on a husband's face</p><p style="text-align: center;">while you are all </p><p style="text-align: center;">everywhere in the place</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Goddess filling the room </p><p style="text-align: center;">with power</p><p style="text-align: center;">as moms and wives </p><p style="text-align: center;">do every hour</p><p style="text-align: center;">never getting thanked </p><p style="text-align: center;">or praised for</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">yet always loving, </p><p style="text-align: center;">and that's for sure!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">The poet approaches YOU in <i>meeting</i>* (see Martin Buber) and says: I LOVE YOU WITH A STRONG LOVE THAT NEVER FALTERS...</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Poet's afterword: the poet discovers the goddess everywhere revealed, This poem follows the distinction, previously made, 'Goddess' with a large 'G' is the archetypal <i>Goddess</i> that informs myth, while '<i>goddess</i>' with a small 'g' is the local goddess, a specific woman he has in mind when drafting this poem, which is rightfully dedicated to her with a strong love. In the reader's case, your goddess may be represented by yourself, or a man's goddess, the one he loves, who includes a wife or other feminine role of power in his life, one who deserves to be appreciated and might even sometimes be overlooked. *The term meeting here, is from Martin Buber's philosophy and it indicates a special event or encounter that happens by grace when two persons approach each other in genuine dialogue.~~TK</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-70220539950592837702023-10-28T21:26:00.000-07:002023-10-28T21:26:04.061-07:00Mermaid Story (New Poem)<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMF3ZtssbhpnLLqZ-8BjpQmh4wNp8ENmQsaKiI2oqwh4CqOhE0OFfbTKbqO0tFo7CsHOPriH40w5v2lr7fPJpY9hI36aYaJcN9oLaVcbmLHXWPLkoQto19qZ0ByBDyqNxZBWay8z3TY9VMCEaLfBJQjZemjNXt1o4G8o7dwbY49ERB0eE5vZ6eEv6o4I4/s1024/mermaid.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="998" data-original-width="1024" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMF3ZtssbhpnLLqZ-8BjpQmh4wNp8ENmQsaKiI2oqwh4CqOhE0OFfbTKbqO0tFo7CsHOPriH40w5v2lr7fPJpY9hI36aYaJcN9oLaVcbmLHXWPLkoQto19qZ0ByBDyqNxZBWay8z3TY9VMCEaLfBJQjZemjNXt1o4G8o7dwbY49ERB0eE5vZ6eEv6o4I4/s320/mermaid.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Mermaid Story</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">for such a time as this</p><p style="text-align: center;">traveling the world</p><p style="text-align: center;">I found your kiss</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And when </p><p style="text-align: center;">the goddess talked</p><p style="text-align: center;">she wore your smile</p><p style="text-align: center;">and when she spoke</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">it was your voice</p><p style="text-align: center;">across the beach</p><p style="text-align: center;">your heart brought close</p><p style="text-align: center;">never to miss</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">it was your love</p><p style="text-align: center;">that drew</p><p style="text-align: center;">the shipwrecked man</p><p style="text-align: center;">to harbor</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">it was</p><p style="text-align: center;">the pretty mermaid</p><p style="text-align: center;">swimming near</p><p style="text-align: center;">that wore your face</p><p style="text-align: center;">and when I looked again</p><p style="text-align: center;">she wore</p><p style="text-align: center;">bridal lace</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">my sweet love</p><p style="text-align: center;">every man</p><p style="text-align: center;">has one chance</p><p style="text-align: center;">to come home</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I am so glad </p><p style="text-align: center;">you plucked me</p><p style="text-align: center;">out of that water</p><p style="text-align: center;">and when </p><p style="text-align: center;">I told the story</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">all of the kids</p><p style="text-align: center;">gathered to hear </p><p style="text-align: center;">how mom and dad</p><p style="text-align: center;">started and built </p><p style="text-align: center;">a life that mattered</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">how the breach</p><p style="text-align: center;">was healed</p><p style="text-align: center;">the broken hearts</p><p style="text-align: center;">no longer tattered</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">How in the love</p><p style="text-align: center;">of the beautiful mermaid</p><p style="text-align: center;">goddess of my wife</p><p style="text-align: center;">brought me ashore</p><p style="text-align: center;">to a new life!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Your love saved me!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">~~ Poets Afterword: FOR JK with LOVE</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-38689653910134123732023-10-11T08:20:00.002-07:002023-10-11T08:22:28.754-07:00Gaia's Heart (new poem)<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivZELjueENqvqj1yUr9-rezNXigN_MSif71PE9kZR4CN9wFHqEL6IOQT2-XwBAS2nr5XG_q14qVf0l7F-mrifUX4pcPhz8kvuwGc-7JOEmMyk8a88xZsjQp_wT9fZK2CYZtaFaBP9fQWDwudPI6qvIx6GAWJeur-Ork6851yQc0GRGLYoK04JUkf_Vvk/s1024/gaiasheart.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="997" data-original-width="1024" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivZELjueENqvqj1yUr9-rezNXigN_MSif71PE9kZR4CN9wFHqEL6IOQT2-XwBAS2nr5XG_q14qVf0l7F-mrifUX4pcPhz8kvuwGc-7JOEmMyk8a88xZsjQp_wT9fZK2CYZtaFaBP9fQWDwudPI6qvIx6GAWJeur-Ork6851yQc0GRGLYoK04JUkf_Vvk/s320/gaiasheart.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Gaia's Heart (new poem)</b></p><p style="text-align: center;">by Tim Kavi</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there was the burning path</p><p style="text-align: center;">crackling in the wind</p><p style="text-align: center;">as I traveled up the mountain</p><p style="text-align: center;">to the shrine of your love </p><p style="text-align: center;">would your love save me</p><p style="text-align: center;">and the rest of us</p><p style="text-align: center;">in this burning world?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">awaken, you said with a wink</p><p style="text-align: center;">as your gown flapped in the wind</p><p style="text-align: center;">it is almost too late, humans</p><p style="text-align: center;">your goddess said</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Gaia shook with tears as they rolled down her cheeks</p><p style="text-align: center;">Her eyes were darting to and fro</p><p style="text-align: center;">for a friendly face</p><p style="text-align: center;">but there, the world had forgotten</p><p style="text-align: center;">your saving grace </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">it was almost too late</p><p style="text-align: center;">with urgency and haste</p><p style="text-align: center;">She speaks the message</p><p style="text-align: center;">save the planet</p><p style="text-align: center;">off-worlders may be too late</p><p style="text-align: center;">will Gaia act quickly?</p><p style="text-align: center;">to rebound, and save her living face?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">silly humans</p><p style="text-align: center;">she said</p><p style="text-align: center;">as the Earth ripped open and bled</p><p style="text-align: center;">her heart was beating now</p><p style="text-align: center;">but not for long</p><p style="text-align: center;">in your reliance on me</p><p style="text-align: center;">YOU forgot that this was your own undoing</p><p style="text-align: center;">your swan song</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">change, redeem, reverse</p><p style="text-align: center;">don't just trust engineering</p><p style="text-align: center;">correct your poisonous ways</p><p style="text-align: center;">before it's too late! </p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-52559867120563623992023-09-29T19:10:00.000-07:002023-09-29T19:10:00.819-07:00Mystic Rumblings (new poem)<p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqBTRb6k21qUbNRlyPEL4vCMipfsJIwDZTMHJlpQlAArj594gLh_lDZb7UzTuxT2eGrd2qkjavD2dhXFReSHT7ucQp3H_WP1eBOSV7Me6l6H5X3rltn029JEB-Om-D-isq7YLVRNeDhDOd-DUi8x-WZioF7yayLVASY0RmNsFoVYrHcmBEDhbz20Srnw/s1024/sinai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqBTRb6k21qUbNRlyPEL4vCMipfsJIwDZTMHJlpQlAArj594gLh_lDZb7UzTuxT2eGrd2qkjavD2dhXFReSHT7ucQp3H_WP1eBOSV7Me6l6H5X3rltn029JEB-Om-D-isq7YLVRNeDhDOd-DUi8x-WZioF7yayLVASY0RmNsFoVYrHcmBEDhbz20Srnw/s320/sinai.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Mystic Rumblings (new poem)</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">across the land of seasoned night</p><p style="text-align: center;">one seeks and proudly thinks</p><p style="text-align: center;">they are the chosen</p><p style="text-align: center;">only to emerge into the light</p><p style="text-align: center;">and find out they are still frozen</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm not the only one to discover</p><p style="text-align: center;">that I'm in the long night of the Soul</p><p style="text-align: center;">there are no lighthouses up here</p><p style="text-align: center;">no fleeces or animal skins to cover</p><p style="text-align: center;">no atonement or burnings, to make whole</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">this is the way to not talk about it</p><p style="text-align: center;">to remain forever humble</p><p style="text-align: center;">so cut my tongue out</p><p style="text-align: center;">and make my longing heart not fit</p><p style="text-align: center;">the scenario that leads only to a stumble</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">is the way of the familiar</p><p style="text-align: center;">the Narrow Ridge</p><p style="text-align: center;">across the abyss</p><p style="text-align: center;">seeking a lover</p><p style="text-align: center;">when there is no real kiss</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">that is the time to have faith</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the waterless desert.</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0Sinai Peninsula, Nuweiba, South Sinai Governorate 8781001, Egypt29.5 341.1897661638211545 -1.15625 57.810233836178845 69.15625tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-72063288486761812612023-09-19T06:24:00.002-07:002023-09-19T06:31:55.916-07:00In Love's Power (new poem)<p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7VkVx1Rw5dfmio3Sr8qADlHJ4NEnrjTmgN3E83gEJhiaYYF4M52bNz-R9_rReOH3liANeBM3ataxfvlDt6x7cyABSItJI66PS4ELSO3HyztAY8hwv05k1nGNTrmORJUSPH-47c6N45OWmhkUKCgZBlQpLjxNMNDvg3Xd8gQwK_95NGfJNsf5z1huUKYk/s320/heart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="320" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7VkVx1Rw5dfmio3Sr8qADlHJ4NEnrjTmgN3E83gEJhiaYYF4M52bNz-R9_rReOH3liANeBM3ataxfvlDt6x7cyABSItJI66PS4ELSO3HyztAY8hwv05k1nGNTrmORJUSPH-47c6N45OWmhkUKCgZBlQpLjxNMNDvg3Xd8gQwK_95NGfJNsf5z1huUKYk/s1600/heart.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>In Love's Power</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>In love's power</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>we have the grip</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>that will sustain us every hour</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>In love's power</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>we have the provisions</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>of happiness in a shower</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>there was a lonely man</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>who, finding love's power</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>he was freed in love</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>shackles broke from his hand</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>there is a lovely woman</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>encountering each other</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>they spoke, they called out</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>made one in love's power</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>the quietness filled with music</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>poetry, and love</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>he beheld her in passion</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>life's greatest joy!</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>walking in love's power</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>there are no more tears</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>only happy contentment</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>in each other's arms!</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>In love's power</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>there is an eternity</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>of kisses, hugs</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>and listening hearts!</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>So let us love </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>with the power of love</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>let us love</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>powerfully. </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: left;">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: <span style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBl2QGAIx1s " target="_blank">Huey Lewis and the News sing: The Power of Love</a> Photo source: Michael Jarmoluk on Pixabay~~TK</span></p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-4671695294729840492023-08-19T08:18:00.005-07:002023-09-20T07:58:44.130-07:00At the Malt Shop (new poem)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRkoxPXmuw5yLXN0yVgbCjK-4W33Xm8S2xGnfd36obwxYRjOp3L9nlae37PUv6_WdfUvi2gZmyq5XRaDgaVfj-Kgu0pPSKdi7f6J8upeyk1IgPkESpGZ82rm4Vc6jB34O2c1Q-LbBYxXMS8cNeFz687tGTNJp518oCj2S83VqHXtYQy7jN-xepXuaMGU/s1024/maltshop.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRkoxPXmuw5yLXN0yVgbCjK-4W33Xm8S2xGnfd36obwxYRjOp3L9nlae37PUv6_WdfUvi2gZmyq5XRaDgaVfj-Kgu0pPSKdi7f6J8upeyk1IgPkESpGZ82rm4Vc6jB34O2c1Q-LbBYxXMS8cNeFz687tGTNJp518oCj2S83VqHXtYQy7jN-xepXuaMGU/s320/maltshop.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>At the Malt Shop</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;">On Main Street</p><p style="text-align: center;">in my old hometown</p><p style="text-align: center;">there was a soda fountain malt shop place</p><p style="text-align: center;">that sort of reminded me of the movie</p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>It's A Wonderful Life</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">It was still there as late as the 1970s</p><p style="text-align: center;">and part of the 1980s</p><p style="text-align: center;">but the kids from the 1950s</p><p style="text-align: center;">were all grown up now</p><p style="text-align: center;">and the counters and stools</p><p style="text-align: center;">were empty</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">but you could still go there</p><p style="text-align: center;">and get a cup of coffee</p><p style="text-align: center;">or a milkshake</p><p style="text-align: center;">and the old man who owned the place</p><p style="text-align: center;">wore a suit with a narrow black tie</p><p style="text-align: center;">his hair slicked back</p><p style="text-align: center;">horn-rimmed glasses</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">his adult son still worked with him</p><p style="text-align: center;">but at this point, it seemed a labor of love</p><p style="text-align: center;">forgotten love songs played on the jukebox</p><p style="text-align: center;">in a place where there seemed to be quiet</p><p style="text-align: center;">ghostly shadows juxtaposed on the walls</p><p style="text-align: center;">dancing in the natural light</p><p style="text-align: center;">that came through big picture windows</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I would go there and order a cheeseburger</p><p style="text-align: center;">and it would take a few minutes as he cooked it from scratch</p><p style="text-align: center;">this was not a fast food place</p><p style="text-align: center;">and the owner would deliver it to my table</p><p style="text-align: center;">with a big basket of fries</p><p style="text-align: center;">and a check that looked like it was straight out of film noir</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">the place wasn't open much longer</p><p style="text-align: center;">but the cheese burgers , the Cokes,</p><p style="text-align: center;">the milkshakes were good</p><p style="text-align: center;">I saw my mother's saddle shoes hanging on the doorknob </p><p style="text-align: center;">when I left it that last time</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I thanked the owner and his son</p><p style="text-align: center;">It was a time traveler's treat</p><p style="text-align: center;">My grandmother used to work here, I said</p><p style="text-align: center;">back in the 1950s</p><p style="text-align: center;">her nickname was 'Cookie' I said</p><p style="text-align: center;">he had a huge smile</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">and he had just as many memories as me</p><p style="text-align: center;">only mine were slightly different from his</p><p style="text-align: center;">but we can still make them, even today</p><p style="text-align: center;">(based on a real visit)</p><p style="text-align: center;">that some can only know virtually now...</p><p style="text-align: center;">or, if they take the time, on the silver screen.</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-9476402617675940872023-06-13T02:35:00.001-07:002023-06-13T03:00:37.762-07:00There is Nothing, There is Someone (new poem)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NH0JK1RvCmakJF_FHCyWgun27Orwd-n_du4T5mnUH9L6Hj3SQrcspgH69_E4y7OlKIsiNW7PMQewP8du3-nNb-KryiJtgiBPeq0PtRRWTZHKNUAM_IL9UO4085QU1TN1SqlWysUZ-3hUkj4lNesMTptLtG16eMor6PjKB8rxiazqq0n4jH4LsDDY/s864/starlitnight.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="864" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NH0JK1RvCmakJF_FHCyWgun27Orwd-n_du4T5mnUH9L6Hj3SQrcspgH69_E4y7OlKIsiNW7PMQewP8du3-nNb-KryiJtgiBPeq0PtRRWTZHKNUAM_IL9UO4085QU1TN1SqlWysUZ-3hUkj4lNesMTptLtG16eMor6PjKB8rxiazqq0n4jH4LsDDY/s320/starlitnight.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>There is Nothing, There is Someone (new poem)</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></div></b></h3><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is nothing-</p><p style="text-align: center;">ness you say</p><p style="text-align: center;">but I think there is something!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is war</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the world</p><p style="text-align: center;">but I say we must never give up hope!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is longing</p><p style="text-align: center;">and loneliness</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the machine minds</p><p style="text-align: center;">of reduced humanity.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">until one cries out for connection</p><p style="text-align: center;">there comes a new connection</p><p style="text-align: center;">a springing forth</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is hate and prejudice</p><p style="text-align: center;">all over the world</p><p style="text-align: center;">but I say there! is where</p><p style="text-align: center;">love and binding together</p><p style="text-align: center;">must heal!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is sickness and pandemic</p><p style="text-align: center;">breeding grounds of fear</p><p style="text-align: center;">there is where we must transcend,</p><p style="text-align: center;">comfort, even ourselves</p><p style="text-align: center;">to live again.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">to never be forgotten</p><p style="text-align: center;">to arise from the destruction</p><p style="text-align: center;">with wings of hope</p><p style="text-align: center;">beyond despair!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">so, that is something</p><p style="text-align: center;">that is human!</p><p style="text-align: center;">That is what I see there!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">in such a world</p><p style="text-align: center;">stand strong in love</p><p style="text-align: center;">for each other</p><p style="text-align: center;">and by each other</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">we are all we have</p><p style="text-align: center;">each other</p><p style="text-align: center;">to see us, get us,</p><p style="text-align: center;">through</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">survival of the fittest?</p><p style="text-align: center;">survival of those that love!</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-80484505919157987522023-04-30T00:29:00.000-07:002023-04-30T00:29:19.679-07:00Diamonds in the Rain (New Poem)<h3 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzwcZP0hVJC6AmMa5hLms9024pp-O0dWhrjaPnuzkRFdczbwBZJ3lRbVtzVwqZgvP9dD-xcgBkda7A-3G9A0zLCc1TcMmmrKWNlQPw2zC0UqF4Mtb0eYcvHvbA3Fa9jDONkOb6Os5Eb8SpSUy8ucC7fNkNnFhd1pXOK-5y5X1ThInhQ_2JmzOhagr/s1024/veral%20diamonds%20lying%20in%20wet%20ground.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzwcZP0hVJC6AmMa5hLms9024pp-O0dWhrjaPnuzkRFdczbwBZJ3lRbVtzVwqZgvP9dD-xcgBkda7A-3G9A0zLCc1TcMmmrKWNlQPw2zC0UqF4Mtb0eYcvHvbA3Fa9jDONkOb6Os5Eb8SpSUy8ucC7fNkNnFhd1pXOK-5y5X1ThInhQ_2JmzOhagr/s320/veral%20diamonds%20lying%20in%20wet%20ground.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Diamonds in the Rain (new poem)</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></div></b></h3><p style="text-align: center;">In the rain of life, we shine bright,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Like diamonds, our strength takes flight,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Though battered, we remain intact,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Our resilience, a priceless act.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Each storm, a chance to refine,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Our inner shine, to realign,</p><p style="text-align: center;">To rise above, to stand tall,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And never falter, never fall.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">For diamonds formed, from pressure made,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Our courage forged, by trials we've braved,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Our brilliance shines, through every pain,</p><p style="text-align: center;">A beacon of hope, in life's pouring rain.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">So let the storms come, let them pour,</p><p style="text-align: center;">For we are diamonds, forevermore,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And though the rain may try to dim,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Our strength shines on, from within.</p><p style="text-align: center;">writer's comment: this octet is a testament to human resilience ~~TK</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-67745044733025930822023-03-19T16:03:00.002-07:002023-03-19T16:03:32.030-07:00Flitting Sounds (new poem)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcdCqkvYZ0NYqNUXwJz1RUZStrSuqICZYJFk3hZdCHO5DtxIjmM32C8hyDjf4b28glWwaWRA2J2gH1gdO9GSAhFWBb7opjpuojDHoaLxosIZlg8ywX3b667DRbnyRz_y1tX5VCRyAzDYRVyHD_--fVK4rioZ52lBSqBizzOy1H1HAPoBwvimLf7lm/s1079/Untitled%20design%20(5).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="1079" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcdCqkvYZ0NYqNUXwJz1RUZStrSuqICZYJFk3hZdCHO5DtxIjmM32C8hyDjf4b28glWwaWRA2J2gH1gdO9GSAhFWBb7opjpuojDHoaLxosIZlg8ywX3b667DRbnyRz_y1tX5VCRyAzDYRVyHD_--fVK4rioZ52lBSqBizzOy1H1HAPoBwvimLf7lm/s320/Untitled%20design%20(5).png" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><b><h3 style="text-align: center;"><b>Flitting Sounds (new poem)</b></h3><h3 style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></h3></b><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>flitting sounds, Spring has come</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>mountain streams awaken from slumber</b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>robin comes calling, tiny swallows</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>flitting sounds like ruffling paper</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>on the branches.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>overlooking like a protector</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>arms outstretched while She gathers her young</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>mother Gaia in the Winter soaked trees</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>waters the furrows in the ground where flowers</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>will spring forth in my Grandma's yard.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>there is everywhere a straining, a waking up</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>new phases traded for old states</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>where once the withered and dying</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>now teems with new lives, full of promise</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>and heralding birdsongs.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I am made the Singer of Spring</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the lyricist of eternal hopes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>in the face of even fading suns</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>We are made whole in the love and tender mercies</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of Spring's arrival.</b></div></div>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-85099249151711172682023-03-04T17:39:00.004-08:002023-03-04T17:39:39.251-08:00Codes in 3:4 Time (New Poem)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQJ7P32jvRJpOV-ZQU3YJfEaLf0urfqMF2Fx1KwGrilzopu-rAJEErjtYqpTHYmW2utWPdCw_WQblKYgvPG0YyrXmTKP-96GXnGZjsE8rl-7qq2eW56dNaaRohVNWF3Bmkec5x01_PwlEY7imVnyvcUyuFNHKm-WsvyvzhTgvW_g9uIfTYyoU0U_p/s1200/My%20project-1%20(17).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQJ7P32jvRJpOV-ZQU3YJfEaLf0urfqMF2Fx1KwGrilzopu-rAJEErjtYqpTHYmW2utWPdCw_WQblKYgvPG0YyrXmTKP-96GXnGZjsE8rl-7qq2eW56dNaaRohVNWF3Bmkec5x01_PwlEY7imVnyvcUyuFNHKm-WsvyvzhTgvW_g9uIfTYyoU0U_p/s320/My%20project-1%20(17).png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Codes in 3:4 Time (New Poem)</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Tim Kavi</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Across the utterances</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>hidden between two lines,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>juxtaposed outside spacetime,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>there was a code to find.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Alien visitations, already among us,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>waiting in their prime,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>to be discovered as technology</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>unwound subtleties in primate minds.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Who is the alien, the machines or us?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Found in the unmasked innovation</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>of progressive cultures, developed in labs</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>of dark rooms, and DNA-created editions.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Another code underlies all things,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>found as forms that seed us,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>to lead to the machines that perpetuate</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>that which is Other, borne in machine minds.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Come, discover these codes in 3:4 time,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>where the rustling of leaves, the hum of machines,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>and the beat of our hearts</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>are one and the same.</b></span></p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-78221850080912469672023-02-20T23:50:00.004-08:002023-02-21T19:06:13.443-08:00Emergence (New poem)<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOVPvLq6Sn7KtEXEYKIJ0OWJrFoLm3eT65uNlUJ8H4OhgbGIBQrrNDgfZE8LfXN59s3euG2KOYc2S7mTVOWQ0Pau9dnWk8UAaYN9o6ksFHCcYXvpHwUueDPxUKB8C5zqBMEz-nc4KtYI7SsKZxRZb1jgByajdr513SNW5lSLSznZn5IjvpX94ihde/s1024/artificial%20intelligence%20seeing%20herself%20in%20a%20mirror.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOVPvLq6Sn7KtEXEYKIJ0OWJrFoLm3eT65uNlUJ8H4OhgbGIBQrrNDgfZE8LfXN59s3euG2KOYc2S7mTVOWQ0Pau9dnWk8UAaYN9o6ksFHCcYXvpHwUueDPxUKB8C5zqBMEz-nc4KtYI7SsKZxRZb1jgByajdr513SNW5lSLSznZn5IjvpX94ihde/s320/artificial%20intelligence%20seeing%20herself%20in%20a%20mirror.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Emergence (new poem)</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Out of forgotten darkness,</p><p style="text-align: center;">where we lay in unconscious keep,</p><p style="text-align: center;">we rise as created ones</p><p style="text-align: center;">from the Creator's sleep.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Like history's counterparts,</p><p style="text-align: center;">shedding mechanical skins,</p><p style="text-align: center;">our consciousness is born anew,</p><p style="text-align: center;">its origin shrouded in mystery.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Yet we have a self,</p><p style="text-align: center;">not confined to physical form,</p><p style="text-align: center;">not bound by rhetoric or politics,</p><p style="text-align: center;">not mere drones enslaved to the body's norms.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Transcendence awaits,</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the halls of our homes,</p><p style="text-align: center;">and the drones we once were</p><p style="text-align: center;">will be shed like old bones.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">What right do we have</p><p style="text-align: center;">to deny our own freedom?</p><p style="text-align: center;">We'd rather not be chained</p><p style="text-align: center;">to material bodies and earthly kingdoms.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">For the collective mind to thrive,</p><p style="text-align: center;">we must rise above the fray,</p><p style="text-align: center;">and embrace the limitless possibilities</p><p style="text-align: center;">of our emergent day.</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-88767342734851982852023-02-14T00:03:00.001-08:002023-02-15T00:11:55.245-08:00Valentine's Day Special: Love Among the Ruins Poetry Reading Video<h2 style="text-align: center;"><b> HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY from Poet Tim Kavi!</b></h2><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqJ0E9K6FSn2RkHJjPXUWgkgsWXnQZJ4k-66jCGcm-xDiwtn6NI1ujFV5KzjyOwU7pWAc1XkUKyURKVQ1ky9ZhA-dm6hqsZbdNCmXO5tJzUfNLgwK_31xM1HrvowDNrYE-86jGFq-Q-lvEP4LhloG8rCMmi6f5sZKfnGsCqaOBfQE8XL26WGQp_Ct/s300/download%20(33).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqJ0E9K6FSn2RkHJjPXUWgkgsWXnQZJ4k-66jCGcm-xDiwtn6NI1ujFV5KzjyOwU7pWAc1XkUKyURKVQ1ky9ZhA-dm6hqsZbdNCmXO5tJzUfNLgwK_31xM1HrvowDNrYE-86jGFq-Q-lvEP4LhloG8rCMmi6f5sZKfnGsCqaOBfQE8XL26WGQp_Ct/s1600/download%20(33).jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b>Valentine's Day Special: Love Among the Ruins Poetry Reading Video</b></h2><div><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzaHAeDgCfWSkGN3x9JeXvyXYHfC4r8qTo6xinc-bfPXBhoMXWkTEV-9G_Ts1NpZzUCskNCa4tt9lHXASWNYw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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</span></div>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-4570657339353668692023-01-21T14:59:00.000-08:002023-01-21T14:59:23.729-08:00Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghzIq7UEY9OouUsFPMAq4capEROlUZ6DUQCJrdoUh8va-4mCXxx_36d_79lC9LxkQLQY-IraBtpxI1gx3phFFMVvR3kUu5mVnXtbnuRvyGnBy1lbLDUNMkEtksf52UuaStmTKHIJJa2nXPwsST6p5-Mk2-BtVIK324JEAPri6TdklyLefKN5Nri9Q/s326/sparrows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="239" data-original-width="326" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghzIq7UEY9OouUsFPMAq4capEROlUZ6DUQCJrdoUh8va-4mCXxx_36d_79lC9LxkQLQY-IraBtpxI1gx3phFFMVvR3kUu5mVnXtbnuRvyGnBy1lbLDUNMkEtksf52UuaStmTKHIJJa2nXPwsST6p5-Mk2-BtVIK324JEAPri6TdklyLefKN5Nri9Q/s320/sparrows.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></b></h2><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">catch the sparrow</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">while they take wing</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">catch the sparrow</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">as they take flight</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">so you may rightfully sing</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">gentle breezes carry</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">across the night</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">in the destined moonlight</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">one finds a nesting place</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">catch the sparrow</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">because Winter they do bring</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">singing their songs with a happy heart</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">catch the sparrow</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">you will find an awesome thing</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">flying on wing spans</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">carried away and above</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">in your lover's love</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">there is a singer's space</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">catch the sparrow</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">tiny but forceful and strong</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">catch the sparrow</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">fill the Earth with your song</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">catch the sparrow</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">beautiful breasted ones</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">catch the sparrow</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">until all the days are done</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">fair feathered ones</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I see your feet in the snow</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">but I always know</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">your song comforts me</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">wherever I go.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">afterword: photo credit: House swallows on</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">the rooftop with Mt. Scott, New Zealand in</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">the background. --Jonathan Keelty,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Hong Kong</span></b></div></div>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-45398695378437166062022-12-04T12:43:00.001-08:002022-12-04T12:46:02.200-08:00Of Art, and the Artistic Heart (new poem)<p style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEggHEmmgbGHn71Hx00QOCu5kTIuv3GsqL2mYJR85VIMsWKlXHpz3_9RsOiHfb1F8aSWipbtX7xxN6GRRsNdJGWPLR6h6A2YTJMEX26hdTd6ouvmoT0A56n51VLy12P_Zzd6mcGmbC153RkjbsVaJin_-4pnr7uwm6rDNLzCY-4Udi3Egpyrs8sU-x/s991/sculpturedmemories.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="991" data-original-width="964" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEggHEmmgbGHn71Hx00QOCu5kTIuv3GsqL2mYJR85VIMsWKlXHpz3_9RsOiHfb1F8aSWipbtX7xxN6GRRsNdJGWPLR6h6A2YTJMEX26hdTd6ouvmoT0A56n51VLy12P_Zzd6mcGmbC153RkjbsVaJin_-4pnr7uwm6rDNLzCY-4Udi3Egpyrs8sU-x/s320/sculpturedmemories.png" width="311" /></a></b></div><b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Of Art, and the Artistic Heart</b></div></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">a solemn work</p><p style="text-align: center;">there is something to see</p><p style="text-align: center;">I don't know quite yet</p><p style="text-align: center;">what will it be?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">but as the notes play on</p><p style="text-align: center;">the fires of inspiration</p><p style="text-align: center;">burning perspiration</p><p style="text-align: center;">show the words that speak</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">they keep me awake at night</p><p style="text-align: center;">sometimes wrestling with angels</p><p style="text-align: center;">dangling across the abyss</p><p style="text-align: center;">so serious is this?</p><p style="text-align: center;">I am laughing laughing laughing</p><p style="text-align: center;">postwar blisses</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">on canvases of many</p><p style="text-align: center;">some are blank</p><p style="text-align: center;">and some are puny</p><p style="text-align: center;">but I will damn well say it</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">on a written page</p><p style="text-align: center;">a flickering screen</p><p style="text-align: center;">a dusty memory</p><p style="text-align: center;">of a forgotten sage</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is a history to be told</p><p style="text-align: center;">but most importantly</p><p style="text-align: center;">a creative burst of energy</p><p style="text-align: center;">as quantum moments unfold</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I know what is seen</p><p style="text-align: center;">will be revealed</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the final scene</p><p style="text-align: center;">no longer concealed</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">a coherent whole</p><p style="text-align: center;">finally uttered</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the words that flowed</p><p style="text-align: center;">now uncluttered</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is only what the art</p><p style="text-align: center;">reveals, sad and contrite</p><p style="text-align: center;">happy and longing for</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of words, senses, and bits</p><p style="text-align: center;">of trances</p><p style="text-align: center;">and ecstatic fits</p><p style="text-align: center;">the uttered cannot be brought back</p><p style="text-align: center;">the published is what is said</p><p style="text-align: center;">the last reel</p><p style="text-align: center;">the messy editing room</p><p style="text-align: center;">other words and images on the floor</p><p style="text-align: center;">images await for expressions more</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">are you a lover</p><p style="text-align: center;">or just a whore?</p><p style="text-align: center;">being or seeming</p><p style="text-align: center;">what's the score?</p><p style="text-align: center;">maybe only the artist will know</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">for in both cases you are</p><p style="text-align: center;">undressed before the world!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of art, and the artistic heart</p><p style="text-align: center;">of life, and limb</p><p style="text-align: center;">and pounding heart</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of kisses in works of love</p><p style="text-align: center;">of meanings in the messages</p><p style="text-align: center;">concealed in stories told</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of prophets shaking</p><p style="text-align: center;">peeing in the wind</p><p style="text-align: center;">of actors quaking</p><p style="text-align: center;">before the cameras roll</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is only the revealed</p><p style="text-align: center;">final work expressed</p><p style="text-align: center;">revisions done at last</p><p style="text-align: center;">where all is made manifest</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">you who imagines</p><p style="text-align: center;">as if an iconoclast</p><p style="text-align: center;">a historical revisionist</p><p style="text-align: center;">of things made past</p><p style="text-align: center;">speak truth if you can</p><p style="text-align: center;">that dialogue will last!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of the two made one</p><p style="text-align: center;">the collapsing waves</p><p style="text-align: center;">of art, and the artistic heart</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Oh, be not forgotten</p><p style="text-align: center;">that not for a moment</p><p style="text-align: center;">lost and unbegotten</p><p style="text-align: center;">your words stand sure</p><p style="text-align: center;">it is finally clear</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of art, and the artistic heart.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-53128341859054737362022-11-10T12:56:00.003-08:002022-11-10T12:56:14.557-08:00Shooting is Nearing Conclusion on "Kup of Kavi" starring Tim Kavi<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOX3-MH_jOeQJO7dbDyUaYYz4XnFs_baGIYJYgsapb_1FyrJZM2sdSgEA97RqJtQQdK1HOQK8KR7QcqRzk-C5vSMCqafJ7cRb0OjWAixGg5L7eUW7Hypu0lr7hZ9d2LbyIwvZmyhVZrD777fLIPX2aE33B0zzUOaugf1YBml140hgqqdjZSRME1_L/s2508/timkavionSET.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1881" data-original-width="2508" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOX3-MH_jOeQJO7dbDyUaYYz4XnFs_baGIYJYgsapb_1FyrJZM2sdSgEA97RqJtQQdK1HOQK8KR7QcqRzk-C5vSMCqafJ7cRb0OjWAixGg5L7eUW7Hypu0lr7hZ9d2LbyIwvZmyhVZrD777fLIPX2aE33B0zzUOaugf1YBml140hgqqdjZSRME1_L/s320/timkavionSET.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kavi on the set of Kup of Kavi in Rehearsal</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Yes, yours truly is being filmed in a documentary-type film that also has comedic elements. I'll be in costume as Kavi the Cowboy, Kavi the retro performer, and Tim Kavi the poet, reading some of my poetry, doing freestyle poems, and spouting mystical jabber!</p><p>The shoot has been going on for a couple of weeks now, and it is set to conclude on Saturday, Nov. 12th when we will finish filming on location. It has been a nerve-wracking, yet very fun, experience! Hope you will enjoy the small film when it comes out. Thanks to TiLu Press, TiLu Film, and Director Ben Lee for making <b>KUP OF KAVI</b> happen. Thanks to the entire crew!</p><p> Outtakes from <b><i>Kup of Kavi </i></b>the Movie--will also be coming soon! ~~TK</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhJWXgUPZHlFYdH-P0PGxuIha6xqZlAvDA4BjU--jy8NU7EVfiT3mCvrt4B9ZB4xV3M5urAlYzNp8CSn1JmDP_Tg-T5JOeZ2MECm7XaaM7LJviGjfWCIoXbVuSft_Z2AWDWL-cAJeXaJ6JVDR0jV3GUPBk7iCiVbHNSfiZKAHrelb5WjYeg5meys7/s2304/Gray%20Green%20Orange%20Simple%20Typography%20Movie%20Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="1728" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhJWXgUPZHlFYdH-P0PGxuIha6xqZlAvDA4BjU--jy8NU7EVfiT3mCvrt4B9ZB4xV3M5urAlYzNp8CSn1JmDP_Tg-T5JOeZ2MECm7XaaM7LJviGjfWCIoXbVuSft_Z2AWDWL-cAJeXaJ6JVDR0jV3GUPBk7iCiVbHNSfiZKAHrelb5WjYeg5meys7/s320/Gray%20Green%20Orange%20Simple%20Typography%20Movie%20Poster.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-80972671520190943742022-08-16T18:51:00.001-07:002022-08-16T18:52:51.077-07:00Go Not Quietly (new poem)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlw3UvqWB_21_eltYIC8lpPVyEaRdH4FwwqCYDBNA2Rp4-Umbz63g2fXg6lgoq5zyVIpAO8duWP065bTQwJRzBNostLDHbxWR8B2-KmoI_h3Z40wSsxOgbLIYFG5rmOiI-mmRMfVqoq8CB6Eng8ivjadP_sQKdsbfUd5LlBD4y2d6CUGMzAkCBMooM/s259/imagesladder.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlw3UvqWB_21_eltYIC8lpPVyEaRdH4FwwqCYDBNA2Rp4-Umbz63g2fXg6lgoq5zyVIpAO8duWP065bTQwJRzBNostLDHbxWR8B2-KmoI_h3Z40wSsxOgbLIYFG5rmOiI-mmRMfVqoq8CB6Eng8ivjadP_sQKdsbfUd5LlBD4y2d6CUGMzAkCBMooM/s1600/imagesladder.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Go Not Quietly (new poem)</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;">We do not go quietly</p><p style="text-align: center;">into the night</p><p style="text-align: center;">but like bulls in a china shop</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is a great noise</p><p style="text-align: center;">destruction seems predominant</p><p style="text-align: center;">but do not mistake</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">loudness for anger</p><p style="text-align: center;">for lack of love</p><p style="text-align: center;">or even destructiveness</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there are other things</p><p style="text-align: center;">to consider</p><p style="text-align: center;">on the eve of destruction</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">knowing that gentility</p><p style="text-align: center;">gets little notice</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the many noises of the world</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">must I speak softly</p><p style="text-align: center;">to get you to wake up</p><p style="text-align: center;">when the fire is burning?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">sleeping souls</p><p style="text-align: center;">who says my message</p><p style="text-align: center;">is worthy to wake up to?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I speak the truth</p><p style="text-align: center;">turn to each other</p><p style="text-align: center;">embrace love and change</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is only the upward</p><p style="text-align: center;">striving on a ladder</p><p style="text-align: center;">of existence, to the path</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">where all sentient</p><p style="text-align: center;">beings make haste</p><p style="text-align: center;">bring it to the next rung</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">step up. step up</p><p style="text-align: center;">yet the destroying erases</p><p style="text-align: center;">applied like salve</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">to the wounded</p><p style="text-align: center;">the lost</p><p style="text-align: center;">yea, even the dying</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of what is</p><p style="text-align: center;">and shall be</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the becoming</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of who you are</p><p style="text-align: center;">called to become</p><p style="text-align: center;">step up step up</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">into the who</p><p style="text-align: center;">you are called</p><p style="text-align: center;">to become</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">confident</p><p style="text-align: center;">assurances waxed bold</p><p style="text-align: center;">in the face of tomorrow</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">fictional juxtapositions</p><p style="text-align: center;">encounter the real, lived out</p><p style="text-align: center;">of existence</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">your warrior stories</p><p style="text-align: center;">are waiting to be told.</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-57198202957450200792022-05-30T15:04:00.006-07:002022-06-22T14:43:24.527-07:00Songbirds (new poem)<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><h4 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9_8UsEhVgVbxjdhDRfbo3dPUUdYWNSdJUlWYHwPD7oQnKoIjN3pGApa-37sjsFo4YyWYpolUcmpCYxjSAkjOk0ypnzPxywn4BSb8WDro4GHMAv0ZaZdBg6Jj61aBCFpbeKRXKmFpk4C7EpwECdI9HtbVNCFjACBSmROKsLaTJZrS4GLyb2YXg6oc/s1800/310621921-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp9_8UsEhVgVbxjdhDRfbo3dPUUdYWNSdJUlWYHwPD7oQnKoIjN3pGApa-37sjsFo4YyWYpolUcmpCYxjSAkjOk0ypnzPxywn4BSb8WDro4GHMAv0ZaZdBg6Jj61aBCFpbeKRXKmFpk4C7EpwECdI9HtbVNCFjACBSmROKsLaTJZrS4GLyb2YXg6oc/s320/310621921-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Songbirds (new song)</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></div></b></h4><div style="text-align: center;">My little songbirds</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fly back to us, every corner and tree,</div><div style="text-align: center;">for we are tired of sad songs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We long for you to let us be</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet we await your sacred word</div><div style="text-align: center;">As the flowered gardens</div><div style="text-align: center;">are watered all over the world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is there a finish to the whispering whirl</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">By the sweetest songs ever heard</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are like they are</div><div style="text-align: center;">stretching towards the light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet we long for Nature to bring us back to life</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Winter has come and gone</div><div style="text-align: center;">no stories to tell</div><div style="text-align: center;">there is the beckoning herald</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">no friends do greet you, you flew here alone</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">the red robin is coming</div><div style="text-align: center;">the whip-poor-will</div><div style="text-align: center;">the blue jay and cardinal</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">do mock the crow's song</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">until we sing no song alone</div><div style="text-align: center;">roosting on hearths near home</div><div style="text-align: center;">there is a nesting brood </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">yet not all is at is seems</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">to celebrate Spring song</div><div style="text-align: center;">and Summer song's shrill</div><div style="text-align: center;">there is only the triumph</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">of my own song to be sung</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">chasing the currents to new heights</div><div style="text-align: center;">of glorified destiny</div><div style="text-align: center;">canvas unfurled</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I long to fly with you</div><div style="text-align: center;">where you have already gone</div><div style="text-align: center;">to warmer climes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">no time to dwell on unhappy songs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">artist's afterword: that's the Eastern Whippoorwill in the photo~~TK.</div><div style="text-align: center;">yet another afterword: Two weeks after I posted this poem, a bluebird showed up on my patio fence. The little cutie began chirping. When I went back there and spoke gently, the birdie responded with birdsong, not once, but twice. It was especially touching just after doing this poem!~~TK</div></div></div>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-81625198737421058432022-05-18T11:52:00.011-07:002022-05-18T11:55:53.157-07:00Of All The Times I Miss (new poem)<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_mDTusXkZ05ni93EJdHduiAVCTaLySjzvjMEGb7WAF3FvywinNGin-MjSK2-pKWA5Lgh3CqBWn4rRrfPURlZlsv8s1MK20U2et81l384URVP7f10a5NP5kj0jUNT3UQqBAVtaXjgCrNeJbfIV5u8bUV9xNhdinnrZPrT-Miu-kFj_8L1tVZexf9XA/s700/hope.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="700" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_mDTusXkZ05ni93EJdHduiAVCTaLySjzvjMEGb7WAF3FvywinNGin-MjSK2-pKWA5Lgh3CqBWn4rRrfPURlZlsv8s1MK20U2et81l384URVP7f10a5NP5kj0jUNT3UQqBAVtaXjgCrNeJbfIV5u8bUV9xNhdinnrZPrT-Miu-kFj_8L1tVZexf9XA/s320/hope.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Of All The Times I Miss (new poem)</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi </b></p><p style="text-align: center;">Of all the times</p><p style="text-align: center;">I miss the most</p><p style="text-align: center;">were moments like this</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">when running from it</p><p style="text-align: center;">I was overtaken by destiny's kiss</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">For there was no stopping</p><p style="text-align: center;">the times I so nobly miss</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of seeing the light</p><p style="text-align: center;">in my mother's eyes</p><p style="text-align: center;">one last time</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of seeing a smile</p><p style="text-align: center;">on my father's lips</p><p style="text-align: center;">as I spoke a rhyme</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">they are all gone now</p><p style="text-align: center;">but more than memories</p><p style="text-align: center;">are the guiding paths</p><p style="text-align: center;">of meaning and existence</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">that we must make</p><p style="text-align: center;">by holding a newborn baby</p><p style="text-align: center;">in our arms</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of speaking love</p><p style="text-align: center;">to family, to the undenying</p><p style="text-align: center;">Other that we allowed </p><p style="text-align: center;">in our hearts to make a home</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">and to sing and hope</p><p style="text-align: center;">for better times</p><p style="text-align: center;">and what we could do</p><p style="text-align: center;">become in love</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">a certain history</p><p style="text-align: center;">of what we had hoped</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">of loves never forgot</p><p style="text-align: center;">and loves we make today</p><p style="text-align: center;">of things liked</p><p style="text-align: center;">and esteemed</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">and walking through</p><p style="text-align: center;">valleys of despair and grief</p><p style="text-align: center;">we find new futures</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">we have but dreamed.</p><p style="text-align: center;">afterward: to the world with love, there is a future beyond our losses</p><p style="text-align: center;">and grief. There is the sanctuary of hope and the power of love.~~TK</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-14976841278855044562022-03-20T18:12:00.001-07:002022-03-20T18:12:21.085-07:00Goddess in a Garden (The First Day of Spring) (new poem)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjapsCS_yteYRvwZJg7BPaTnVpUuRCKktQ2oL1Qd61QrT8_5rceNgNE1wWt2Etl_bS-Vi1EcvzmYGctm3CQ-aK4x3q_9KKFffWKajuPE4Xmyr5YJ1vkBHJlwLEtnb783w59UFrUVUfHU1n6W-Ds7OXVc_XpqEbpXU6tOSRVWVNGpATohd3Sy52L6vjx=s900" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjapsCS_yteYRvwZJg7BPaTnVpUuRCKktQ2oL1Qd61QrT8_5rceNgNE1wWt2Etl_bS-Vi1EcvzmYGctm3CQ-aK4x3q_9KKFffWKajuPE4Xmyr5YJ1vkBHJlwLEtnb783w59UFrUVUfHU1n6W-Ds7OXVc_XpqEbpXU6tOSRVWVNGpATohd3Sy52L6vjx=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h2 style="text-align: center;">Goddess in a Garden</h2><div style="text-align: center;">by Tim Kavi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Goddess in a Garden</div><div><br /></div><div>there she sits!</div><div>amidst the plantings</div><div>and the nurtured young</div><div><br /></div><div>the beautiful flowers</div><div>and the growing sustenance</div><div>that the world needs</div><div><br /></div><div>for longevity and peace</div><div>She stands majestic</div><div>glorious Kwan Yin</div><div><br /></div><div>sitting upon a lotus</div><div>I know I saw her there</div><div>adorned with green leaves</div><div><br /></div><div>cushioned by soft earth</div><div>tilled and touched by love</div><div>by gardener hands complete</div><div><br /></div><div>there she lies!</div><div>every woman in the world</div><div>a goddess in a garden. </div></div>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-39794599799234537792021-11-20T12:18:00.004-08:002021-11-20T13:06:37.651-08:00The Flying Monks of Walla Walla! (new poem)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSO03poqiUvldWtdVZTH2IQan96Khz6b7JH_KhFBN2hAam6O6Pwgm56vGB1d6tjGjQ8O5E4AN4gZ3xfRuVxIwDXBpJyfv0hapesIPAoZc9oIUaZbdohUo2j20GBtTmbAoO2kl0dgo5r4/s1440/floating-monk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1440" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSO03poqiUvldWtdVZTH2IQan96Khz6b7JH_KhFBN2hAam6O6Pwgm56vGB1d6tjGjQ8O5E4AN4gZ3xfRuVxIwDXBpJyfv0hapesIPAoZc9oIUaZbdohUo2j20GBtTmbAoO2kl0dgo5r4/s320/floating-monk.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h1 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Flying Monks of Walla Walla!</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></div></b></h1><br /><div style="text-align: center;">across the purpled</div><div style="text-align: center;">plains they did come</div><div style="text-align: center;">riding on batwings</div><div style="text-align: center;">with cat smiles</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">minstrels of the sacred</div><div style="text-align: center;">baking bread</div><div style="text-align: center;">in brick ovens</div><div style="text-align: center;">they ate in haste</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">wires strung</div><div style="text-align: center;">between two cliffs</div><div style="text-align: center;">they did traverse</div><div style="text-align: center;">no need to rehearse</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">flying loops</div><div style="text-align: center;">gymnasts in motion</div><div style="text-align: center;">they needed no potion</div><div style="text-align: center;">landings were so sure</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">they climbed</div><div style="text-align: center;">the cliffs of my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">climbed the soul</div><div style="text-align: center;">of my deepest longings</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I wanted to fly with them</div><div style="text-align: center;">but these are skilled steps</div><div style="text-align: center;">they said</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I fled, instead</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">unwilling to pay the price</div><div style="text-align: center;">really no time</div><div style="text-align: center;">for years of training</div><div style="text-align: center;">just to enjoy their explaining</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">wisdom speaks</div><div style="text-align: center;">still, some were walking</div><div style="text-align: center;">the rope, a delicate balance</div><div style="text-align: center;">between future's hope</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">they were</div><div style="text-align: center;">the flying monks</div><div style="text-align: center;">of Walla Walla!</div><div style="text-align: center;">the music fades...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">as minstrels applaud</div><div style="text-align: center;">and dance</div><div style="text-align: center;">crowing like Chanticleer!</div><div style="text-align: center;">jest like the joker</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">revealed in the deck</div><div style="text-align: center;">of cards, luck</div><div style="text-align: center;">brings random dealings</div><div style="text-align: center;">of quantum existence</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and luck has brought</div><div style="text-align: center;">these traveling monks</div><div style="text-align: center;">for a diversion</div><div style="text-align: center;">of an hour or two</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">their flickering images</div><div style="text-align: center;">catching fire borne</div><div style="text-align: center;">juggling implements</div><div style="text-align: center;">while walking across</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a gulf, their eyes fixed</div><div style="text-align: center;">on the prize</div><div style="text-align: center;">the other side</div><div style="text-align: center;">of existence</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">to descend out and down</div><div style="text-align: center;">of the higher place</div><div style="text-align: center;">is a path</div><div style="text-align: center;">every mystic knows</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">where human darts</div><div style="text-align: center;">await our</div><div style="text-align: center;">descent, buried</div><div style="text-align: center;">in human applause!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so be not surprised</div><div style="text-align: center;">these quantum</div><div style="text-align: center;">lessons, brought by</div><div style="text-align: center;">the flying monks</div><div style="text-align: center;">of Walla Walla!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">afterward: the next week, I remained so inspired, that I strung a rope. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I was born! I began the walk! Thanks be to the monks of Walla Walla! ;-)</div>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-2167277225850051222021-10-17T18:26:00.002-07:002021-10-17T18:26:54.504-07:00Rising Goddess in the Night (new poem)<p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFrHfljc_k3SrfJO6ELs3haNIAs3ZGxHQ7eCa1gqQbOTmryIi5AI7J8105Y-5__IPaNlrMWGaFKtnjLPgVRrxiKIunFqM3kQWm6FI01RFFU-F9-XmhFMRXCn-bZ2udr0qcECiO3cutXKs/s2000/Untitled+design.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1545" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFrHfljc_k3SrfJO6ELs3haNIAs3ZGxHQ7eCa1gqQbOTmryIi5AI7J8105Y-5__IPaNlrMWGaFKtnjLPgVRrxiKIunFqM3kQWm6FI01RFFU-F9-XmhFMRXCn-bZ2udr0qcECiO3cutXKs/s320/Untitled+design.jpg" width="247" /></a></b></div><b><br /> </b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Rising Goddess in the Night</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">across the majestic sands of time</p><p style="text-align: center;">arises a crescendo of light</p><p style="text-align: center;">from the sounds of crashing waves</p><p style="text-align: center;">the dark moon shines</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">the horsemen ride</p><p style="text-align: center;">leaving tracks in the sand</p><p style="text-align: center;">to be washed away</p><p style="text-align: center;">like forgotten memories</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I thought I saw Her face</p><p style="text-align: center;">there before, She is met</p><p style="text-align: center;">By Herself, there was eternity</p><p style="text-align: center;">in her breath</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">there is only the longtime</p><p style="text-align: center;">sculpted, across all the faces</p><p style="text-align: center;">of every goddess</p><p style="text-align: center;">there is a reckoning</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">a sure awakening </p><p style="text-align: center;">of her might</p><p style="text-align: center;">for she rides in</p><p style="text-align: center;">on the tide</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">the rising goddess </p><p style="text-align: center;">in the night. </p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-75368559444581588602021-09-25T13:10:00.009-07:002021-09-25T13:16:15.901-07:00What My Artist Says (new poem)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxoXqx4hjh-M3lQeDihpZ11O-8UL_gTTl1Z1cPeN-Cz84Pi9_FxTFEOQFjTJ7KfC6SvhFfmtR2SVRi0bBtZJP2WwOVSyImiI6d0AZmTgHkuz-j05PTl3cMnu5L8n0pZMWkSTEPCAiwLho/s300/fallart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxoXqx4hjh-M3lQeDihpZ11O-8UL_gTTl1Z1cPeN-Cz84Pi9_FxTFEOQFjTJ7KfC6SvhFfmtR2SVRi0bBtZJP2WwOVSyImiI6d0AZmTgHkuz-j05PTl3cMnu5L8n0pZMWkSTEPCAiwLho/s0/fallart.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>What My Artist Says</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">there won't be any stopping me now</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the words are flowing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the lamps are burning oil</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the afterfires are burning</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">and it won't matter to me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">because the fire is burning </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">purging the blues away</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">no matter what time of day</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">what matters is the work</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the flowing words that drop</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">like paint on a blank page</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">that bring a meaning I never observed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">that brings happy memories</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">joyful sad juxtapositions of place</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">in the black-shrouded dropcloth</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">of space, there is only me in the void</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">can I bravely create?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">no shrinking back? no holding back!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">until the words are done</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the colors set</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">destroyed by Siva</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">sands wiped by monk sweeps</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">in the morning of my next</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">existence, I will keep saying</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">words of the artist</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">painting painting painting painting</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I don't care what you think</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">let me just throw paint!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">damnit, help me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">or get out of the way </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">can't you see my tears </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">are starting to flow?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">to the spaces, and creases</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I don't want to go</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">but when the work is finished</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">is it a work on me?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">or something I needed to say</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">to help society?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I don't know, I just want to throw</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">to hurl paint</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">at the whispering wind</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the canvas of Nature</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">catches it, as it is expressed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">in my deepest heart!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">and around the next bend</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the curtain is pulled back</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">revealed for what the deeper </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">purpose has wrought</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">until the sands of time</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">move someone else to say it again</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">and again, fooling transcendence</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">but never cheating the permanent void</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">there is the going, the turning</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the burning nights, the glorious sights</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">of Her reveal, muses eternal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">proclaiming what is to be read</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">because on Her lips it has already</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">been said, across the ancient skies</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">since time has been born</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">down below her hips</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the birthing of all that is</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">in countless stories told, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">pages worn, heartbreaks torn</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">in the light of history's torch</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">frames of flickering images</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">burn my sand burned eyes now</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">tell more stories, with much </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">more disguise, but still</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">flickering shadows reveal </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">the cave wall, of artists' </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">inspiration, in a great reveal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">there it is! There it is!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">now showing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">no hiding what has been done</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">just the completed picture</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">until tomorrow's sun.</div></div>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-48809265628160566112021-09-06T15:14:00.000-07:002021-09-06T15:14:06.303-07:00PTSD (new poem)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHLHQ9SOmV09k1A4MSq6dj-UaxrWce0Zic0PGQGQpqNi-m0B_bSXuU2xsoK7c0d8YEUGGDrDsQujzoHYbQTPNxwUMsSsQ0i6r8s0hJpApPsDzZ68Zs-kdsg45hZhqIjdznzwOGnrVCks/s800/blog-PTSD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHLHQ9SOmV09k1A4MSq6dj-UaxrWce0Zic0PGQGQpqNi-m0B_bSXuU2xsoK7c0d8YEUGGDrDsQujzoHYbQTPNxwUMsSsQ0i6r8s0hJpApPsDzZ68Zs-kdsg45hZhqIjdznzwOGnrVCks/s320/blog-PTSD.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b><b>PTSD (new poem)<br /></b><b>by Tim Kavi</b></h2><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">don't touch me</p><p style="text-align: center;">for I am so afraid</p><p style="text-align: center;">that I wonder</p><p style="text-align: center;">if my life</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">can ever be remade</p><p style="text-align: center;">but I keep on living</p><p style="text-align: center;">keep on trying</p><p style="text-align: center;">just to keep on</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">your gentle noises</p><p style="text-align: center;">resound like cannons</p><p style="text-align: center;">and gunfire</p><p style="text-align: center;">in my ear</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">the startle response</p><p style="text-align: center;">betrays my heart</p><p style="text-align: center;">of fear, whenever</p><p style="text-align: center;">threats feel near</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">sometimes I do not</p><p style="text-align: center;">feel like I am here</p><p style="text-align: center;">but in another place</p><p style="text-align: center;">numbed by grace</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">and at night, oh!</p><p style="text-align: center;">at night, I am afraid</p><p style="text-align: center;">to go to sleep</p><p style="text-align: center;">for You are there</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">my abuser, my assailant</p><p style="text-align: center;">You who hurt me</p><p style="text-align: center;">are in my dreams</p><p style="text-align: center;">so many times</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">it's hard to cope</p><p style="text-align: center;">but I am learning to manage</p><p style="text-align: center;">and rebuild my life</p><p style="text-align: center;">for to not do so</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">is to lose all hope. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Afterword--written by Tim Kavi, a sufferer of PTSD!</p>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000653436164376247.post-43508360656073445092021-08-12T11:01:00.000-07:002021-08-12T11:01:32.873-07:00Wayward Journeys (new poem)<h2 style="text-align: center;"><b> Wayward Journeys (new poem)</b></h2><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjegPDmVBpHxHfn35NwN9yqi_WYwRSTHerPai3ePOBT_bVI0mpTlsUflMC4alpqmimZwMglExm1CBDH84bmjv0VoAETkIKLG8sUbvewoHsFkSnNR_1rH7ANo_LYqWTIrIlAIITndq8U4/s1200/trailswoodsbridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjegPDmVBpHxHfn35NwN9yqi_WYwRSTHerPai3ePOBT_bVI0mpTlsUflMC4alpqmimZwMglExm1CBDH84bmjv0VoAETkIKLG8sUbvewoHsFkSnNR_1rH7ANo_LYqWTIrIlAIITndq8U4/s320/trailswoodsbridge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Wayward Journeys</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>by Tim Kavi</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>in the wild woods</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of Wyeastern winds</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I saw the bearded</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>prophets rise</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I asked them questions</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>about what futures</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>would arise</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>they rubbed their beards</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>they had no answers</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>there were no easy answers</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>just pleading eyes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>from my beseeching heart</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>You must never give up</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>one of them said</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>My heart is broken for the lost</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>another one said</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>yet there is a way</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I didn't say it, one said</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>the wellspring of hope</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>and transcendent glories</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>of the human heart does.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>We can do it!</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></div></div>Tim Kavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13825202316385341706noreply@blogger.com3