Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

 

Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

catch the sparrow

while they take wing

catch the sparrow

as they take flight

so you may rightfully sing

gentle breezes carry

across the night

in the destined moonlight

one finds a nesting place

catch the sparrow

because Winter they do bring

singing their songs with a happy heart

catch the sparrow

you will find an awesome thing

flying on wing spans

carried away and above

in your lover's love

there is a singer's space

catch the sparrow

tiny but forceful and strong

catch the sparrow

fill the Earth with your song

catch the sparrow

beautiful breasted ones

catch the sparrow

until all the days are done

fair feathered ones

I see your feet in the snow

but I always know

your song comforts me

wherever I go.

afterword: photo credit: House swallows on

the rooftop with Mt. Scott, New Zealand in

the background. --Jonathan Keelty,

Hong Kong

observers of the vat (new poem)

observers of the vat (new poem) by tim kavi

There are some that say

we are but entertainment

cinema to the unmasked

basked outside the canvas

universal; universe-all canvas

of brave heroes, animas untold

in foreign lands, back home

dimensional palaces

outside tesseracted resurrected

mansions in our heavenly places

where walking across sandy shores

there are beaches of smashed

human castles, as epochs fade

history unravels in realizations

of absurd meanings

speckled across homecomings

to latex manufacturing

of synthetics; plastic to be heard

perhaps minding this place

in what seems to us

a vast cosmos; we are

in a vat; other beings to see

yet creating meanings

that search for transcendence

and finding freedoms

to move up higher

yet to find 

meanings are in meetings

even other beings

a purposeful sea

so time moves us up from the vat?

what will we see?

another plane of existence

where we are partly free!

there is always the collapsing

entropy of seeming

decay; but one knows

intimately there is another way!

spoken only in shadows

of dreams and cave walls

the essence of human

spirits divinely touched

shall never fail

even if in a vat

or a cold cosmos

the heat of existence warms

itself in the love of being

loved and the discovery 

of the free!

My Country (New Poem)

"My Country"

by Tim Kavi

This is the moment

of appreciation and reflection

some have died for us to be here

and some lived in a new land

it is what we longed for

striven in the new mindfulness

melting pot

of You and I

communities different

longing to be knit together

a union of composites

sometimes opposing entropy

in a universe of love 

brotherhood and sisterhood

in a cradle of democracy

cosmic and free

where only unfettered

wings and spirits

light the night.

Hope Remains (New Poem)

Hope Remains (New Poem)by Tim Kavi

as I wondered

lying here I thought

the older I get

what happened to my past?

what happened to me?

what happened to them?

to so and so

when we were young

we imagined the world's problems

would soon be passed!

but things turned out 

to be not so simple

and while progress has been made

it hardly seems so

and not enough

there is still a need

for social justice

for fairness and empowerment 

to all regardless of creed

gender

race or age

there is still a struggle

but hope remains

for both young and old

a world to be made!

Crying in the Night (New Poem)

Crying in the Night
by Tim Kavi

screeching in the night
calling out in darkness
searching the hidden
for any hope
of dawning light

crying

the Owl of Athena
looks over the fields
the fields of the world
are stained
crimson with the blood
of many peoples
from many lands

She is ashamed
at what is done in many names
adds to the horror
of the great many acts
of fear and terror
the dismantling of honor

She says
Intolerance is Murder
the council of elders
replies with judgmental sighs
must we tolerate evil?

She says
there is still a way
to define what something is
when one finds the words to say
any doctrine
teaching far and wide

that murder is right
that stealing from another
killing the heart of the Other
chaining the spirits
of those who long to be free

is justifiable

then we know what is evil
and in all cases who or what
can be truly not tolerated
and must be abolished
in the hearts of all

who joined in community
who empowering the disenfranchised
realize what is wrong
or what is right

makes the day bring light

So the Owl of Athena
blinks her eyes at what She sees
in the darkened night

she will still watch the world
as a New Year approaches
but taking hold of hope
and changes in our hearts
see to it that She need not abandon Earth
in Her celestial flight.

"A Poem of Hope for the New Year"~~TK

My lonely face, My global face, Singing Their Song (new poem)

My lonely face, My global face, Singing Their Song

 by Tim Kavi

there is a oneness

captured in my lonely breath

where only the known

is revealed in a song

escaping my lips

dropping like tears from my eyes

across the widened

abyss of chastened justice

there is a universal wind

that, until singing it

only the powers will not know it

I arise

from the cobblestones

knowing my one face

has now gone global

in the rage

of technology's age

there is no hearing of it

until somewhere else

another voice is heard

a chorus of discontent

my heart reaches for it

in your lasting embrace, there is knowing

my arms circle around them

only to sing in glorious chorus

until all are free

again and again

for the sound of it is joined in music

where there is a turning

morphing of my single face

joined with a global race

where we all are one

can we care enough to hear the song?

The Corpse of Hope (Poem)

The Corpse of Hope

by Tim Kavi

the old ones

took me up higher 

on the mountain

and they showed me 

a bag of remains

I said who is it?

they replied

the corpse of hope

I said: why do you show me this?

because it is long absent

from many hearts

in the world

missing from the ideas

and schemes of needy ones

trampled by the greedy ones

thrown away by the winds

of war and oppression

until it has about turned

to dust

bound up in an earthy bag

stirred up by a newcoming flag

and forgotten by many

in the highest places

they imagine they need not see it

and refuse to believe it

the new body of hope

those who cannot see 

those lower ones

I replied how can those 

lower see it

since it is up here?

easy, they replied me

hope has been hidden

by those in power

and repackaged as a lesser hope

one that is devoid of true power

some have called it

the promise of better times

or even the rights

to not be bothered

as long as you do not question

do not ask about

or wonder, 

where has the true hope gone?

then all will be all right

and the wise ones said

but it is for  greater

freedom, some have bled.

then the old ones

said to me, Can these bones live?

and I said only you know

bone to bone

flesh to flesh

the corpse of hope

lives again

becomes a great body

in the songs of protest

and the instruments of change

although those in power

do not freely give it

the body of hope

stirs in the masses that seem

below, hidden

to the asses that gleam

in the palaced abodes

above

until it shatters

the storied glass

windows and hallways

of oppression

while dancing in the streets

the newly empowered

people enjoy the hope

of a new tomorrow

while the others

long for the corpse of hope

and the familiar dusty bag

yet it is no longer found

in their possession.

for hope is a living breathed

out being

in the aftermath of which

there is no deceiving

for the corpse of hope

has been followed 

by the dialectical

birth of social justice.

Poet's Afterword:  On this day that many celebrate as

a day of resurrection, I long that hope too shall live. Another poem of protest.~~TK

To the World at Christmas (New Poem)

To the World at Christmas

by Tim Kavi

Everywhere there is a longing

to let free voices sing

To enjoy the festivities

that happiness will bring

but no matter what or where

our prayers are for peace

and love in all hearts there

where you are

may the joys of a coming New Year

and the Christmas season

fulfill the prospects of joy

that is due you all

with love from poet Tim Kavi 

Namaste

Obsessions Connections (New Poem)

obsessions connections 
by Tim Kavi

twisted wires
speak messages
to anonymous users
licensed
to fictional selves

twisting and turning
across the world
spreading messages
of love and hope

will the real
be known and found
or is it Plato's cave
magnified?

sometimes freedom
is just obtaining
an unrestricted IP address

and other times
it is the ability to speak freely
on the street
but there is always
a turning to a knowing
where even
in a Wintry morning

I am found
in the Yous across
the world.

Poet's Afterwords: Another poem of protest by Tim Kavi

geometry of places spun (new poem)

by creative artist Will Segerman

geometry of places spun

by Tim Kavi

above me 

lies a returning circle

recurrent again

bringing me to the traverse

same path; timelines bend

below a line

there's a place

flatter than flatland

we exist as

miracles of grace

we move our beings

through space and time

alive and glimmering

where reality as we know it

are mere markings 

for on the cave wall

are shadows dancing

in the firelight

of some grand figures tall

nothing else is seen

in the ghostly memories

of reality's soft sheen

there seems only what some

say it is

the land of dreams

and if the rest

my eyes could see

in some kiss or embrace

a devotion of the familiar

in some previously

forgotten place

so that when

the sun goes down

they tell me

tomorrow I am the same

I will not believe them

although I have the name

so that when 

they tell me, that tomorrow

whenever, however it's done

will surely advisedly

always come

let me make sure

the world is not lying

to my senses

let me touch the appearing

warping gates

in the wall's defenses

but You are not there

my hand passing through it

the implements extended

I cannot grasp them

but I know something

was there; existent

collapsing space time

offers no regret

in the death

of memorable times spent

and yet

tomorrow I do awaken

it is another place

another life

and I and everyone

are different

so very different

some said forsaken

bought and bruised

reality's wave riders

forgotten and abused

but those beliefs do fade

in freedom's choosing gliders

fallen and shaken

fallible; yet rising again

there is only You and Me

to form them

in reality's contemplation

so be careful

when you imagine what is true

for tomorrow you might discover

that it was only You.

Quantum Foams (New Poem)

Quantum Foams

by Tim Kavi

when walking

among the cloudy nebulae

there is a great expanse

to the end I cannot see

yet there is a horizon

ancients saw

the end of the world

sailing off of it

we travel faster than light

but still there is too much

around the curve

I encounter the former me

but what is this?

more than we can ever know

and see

in the tiniest atoms

the I; we cease to be?

marvelous majesty

and mystery

uttering things too

wonderful

like star crossed

destiny

think what you want?

imagine what you see

in the quantum foams

there is every chance

you will discover it

determined by your

choices; yet remaining free

even in the depths

there is plenty of room

at the bottom

particles float

in fixed yet uncertain

orbits; hovering

in suspended clouds

of galactic dust

my hand goes through

the wall

my spirit is in my body

my mind embodied

becomes material

it travels

yet bound by this tent

yearning for release

to travel another day

far and away

down and below

through eternity

finite in infinite

soupy Creator's sea

the wonders are too

great for me

and when the Sirens

announce land is drawing

close; I will open

my sailor's eye

but cannot trust what

I hear and see

for if there is only the port

of this existence

I am left to ponder

and have many things

left by faith to believe

so I keep searching

walking from within

and without

quantum foams

swirling all about.

Now, Speaking the Truth (New Poem)

Now, Speaking the Truth

by Tim Kavi

now, speaking the truth

life has in past times 

seemed easier

and sometimes 

it is so hard;

who can deny it?

yet, as long as there is injustice

as long as there's any hope of love

one cannot be silent

or tears will water the earth

and we must be born

many times in rebirth

gentle Guan Yin

you make me shine with your light

nothing can remain

in a distant night

all is plain

all is bright

revelation is the poetic

sight

there are those so mistreated

although they chant

your love entreated

I am talking about your sisters

Quan Yin

all around the Earth

longing for Freedom

to be treated as persons

they long to be

safe wherever they go

hold them close in your arms

or my tears cannot stop

I am sorry my Goddess

for many of my gender are a disgrace

I can only hope your love

lights this evil place

something must be done

Durga, shine the truth

Kali, try not to be too angry now

I try to hope our history

will end bright

so I write this poem crying

while all around us

Goddess, your sisters are dying

so my pitiful voice

is joined with brothers and sisters

in peace and for peace

who line the streets

Jantar Mantar

our clothes are black

and I say to you in power

we want our Freedom back!

Ma Durga, great mother

Isis, protector of children

save us before too late 

waves of your Goddess face

wash ashore

in the hearts of all

embraced by your grace

now, we speak the truth

we need you more than ever

this guilty Earth

longs to know only You

and the gentle love where

all rest in a peaceful fate.

New Poem: Lines of the Heart: A Message of Hope at Christmas

lines of the heart 
(a message of hope at Christmas)
by Tim Kavi

after the bare
moment of life
there are lines
lines of the heart

tiny beats that carry a promise
of a life that will grow

and even in the beginning of Winter
there is the birth of divinity
celebrated all over the world

beats of humanity
that in that birth is a hope
we all know

look inside you
lines of the human heart
are everywhere

in the hope of a child
to be loved and nurtured
and held

in the hope of a people
who long and sometimes struggle
to take unknown steps
to a new freedom

in the hope of families
to find each other again
even though miles
and life has chipped away
at the core of the love they knew

in the hope of love
direct utterances and declarations
of our greatest hope
to never be alone
but to be loved and affirmed
in the uniqueness of who we truly are

there are lines of the heart
connecting me and you
brother to brother
sister to sister
connecting us to experience

hurts and sorrow
joys in the morrow
to say to the chained
you are free

and to walk in
humanity's greatest hope

enduring peace
and freedom

in the true lines of the heart
a call to dialogue
and to a response
only to become

who we are all meant to be
unique and totally free

from the constraints of body
to the oneness of us

so that in those fading lights
there are still lines of the heart
on some ECG
and monitor

transcending
to another place
lit by grace

hope still beats
in the lines of the human heart.

ashes beneath the boots (new poem)

ashes beneath the boots

by Tim Kavi

marching triumphant

fists in air

you take the hill

overrun the square

but in your heart

is a vacant stare

You dismember

yourself

unmoved by human

compassion

there is only

your training

reduced to a number

your uniform

makes you look like

all the rest

you think you are

anonymous

so easily forgiven?

that only you will be blest?

that face shield

doesn't hide you

full metal jacket

you better carry

a long club

because someday

you will reap what you sow

brutal taskmaster

on the day

Freedom Rings

when the freed man sings

when women walk

the streets

no longer afraid

when you

and the hate of the old

ways are crumbled

stomped beneath our feet

as we peacefully walk

the freshly cleaned street

beneath my boots

I still see that You

who said I was not a person

has become all the ashes 

of a history not forgotten

while up ahead

precious souls

you once tormented

are dancing

in peace, at long last

in love with each other

and so very free.

Poet's Afterword:  another poem of protest which will be in my forthcoming collection 'Poems of Protest' by Tim Kavi. Long live freedom and love! ~~TK 

Desert Callings (New Poem)

Desert Callings
by Tim Kavi

in my hands
faces turn to dust
ashes filter through my memories
as they are carried
away by the wind

even in this
desert
I have not forgotten you
Goddess

early I rise
while things still seem
shadowed in the dunes
to seek your face

my muse has departed
the word became
bitter to my stomach
like something bad
I ate

only here I long for You
and your water
I drink

the words only
come from you
where they only could

I saw my reflection
I am not the man
I used to be

garnished years
worn in wrinkles
that cannot be hidden

don't hide
the callings, the longing,
the crying out
to your love bidden

there is only
a turning again
a steadfast return

joys in the desert
with no muse
there is my dancing

for my captivity
you have turned it again
and again

the broken one's
captivity
Oh Goddess
you have turned it back
again!

Frameworks of Reason (New Poem)

Frameworks of Reason
by Tim Kavi

Shifting frames
of reference, merge
collapsing
bursting paradigms
old things are called by new names

Satellites
fall into the sea
Sputnik is gone
Voyager flowed past me.

Ghosts of what was
medium is the message
becomes media of vestige
sacred cows
become lint and fuzz.

Utterances full of meaning
become empty promises
threats of scheming
become Utopian visions that were dreaming

shaken to the ground
foundations become rotted
dry rot beams, splitting
rafters in some new sound

a building
habitation of that which is
forms in the mist
of truths born from
what was forgotten

old songs begotten
in new covers, pages unroll
but not on paper
tell me other ways of thinking

world was round
now is flat
uncertain ground
wallets less fat

wonder who is leading?
Who is? Chances are 'He' is
tomorrow's blood in the streets

lessons learned, you would think
but no one listens
until power is almost gone
shaken foundations

ancient libraries burned
Buddhas cast into the sea
Your ways are the only right ones?

who said? In worlds
where new flags appear
every month, while newer ones flap still
to gather tomorrow on the same hill?

Of what frameworks of reason
the blood does spill?
When the people are not consulted
and freedom is never an act of will?

So rising up they will gather
at moments when least expected
freedom comes calling, on your door knocking

You laugh at this?
Think your day is not coming?

There is only this reasoning together
though your sins be scarlet
For you robbed, and took most of what they had!

So listen, to the people
they are surely drumming
You cannot kill, imprison, or ignore them all

Your frameworks of reason
have reached their final call.

Poet's afterword: My most popular poems by blog visits have always been Poems of Protest.
This poem will be part of my forthcoming collection to be published in the Late Fall of 2012, and called fittingly, Poems of Protest. ~~TK

Eyes Behind the Veil (new poem)

Eyes Behind the Veil
by Tim Kavi

In the eyes behind the veil
there is only the mystery of you
your soul dances
waits to be revealed

beholding You
your third eye darts
from face to face
we are falling to bliss

I cannot hold you
as I can barely and just now
see you, seek your kiss

I beseech you
wait for me
wait for me
so that my mortal love
may be caught
by your ongoing never ending
immortal love

for in you I am freed

and in your kiss
there is the longing
of the longtime lonely one
seeking her counterpart

the dancing free man
freed in your love
holding you
at last

we are both free
eternal flight
escapes this body's night

flying to where the soul
is not in a tent
and the face is not
behind a hidden wall

as the curtain is rent
I am in
the Holy of Holies
which is just you
and your arms

You
and your love

as the veil is cast off
and I see you
eye to eye

I am smelling your fragrance
it is natural
and like the wind
whispering your name

Shekinah
I utter as you move me
for I am colored
by your purple
clouds
pillars of smoke and fire

for your beauty is
unspeakable glory to glory
face to face
moved by your many arms
that embrace me from every place

singing rocks
cascading hills
stretch to the horizon
of greeting
tomorrow or yesterday
I look forward to
meeting

there is only You.

Called Out (To Be a Friend) (New Poem)

Called Out (To Be a Friend)
by Tim Kavi

you are the breeze to my thirsty spirit,
my soul in a time of chaos and world mistrust,
my center in atrophy
You quiet my storms at night.

in the soul of friendship
I say Thou to you
and in the liberating dancing spirit of love
I dance with you on the clouds of love.

together we paint pictures of love
sing songs of freedom's acceptance
Yes, for we accept each other as who we truly are.

In the loving arms of two souls
that call each other deepest friends
there is both a seeking
for each other's face again
and a finding in the joyful reunions
of touching each other's lives

and in that bond
there is the bond of spirit to spirit
I am called to love
I am called out to utter abandon
even on the narrow ridge.

with you

there is the call to dialogue
and the inescapable joyful capacity to love
there is only the acceptance
of whoever You are.

Shadows on the Wall (Are Dancing!) New Poem - with Poet's Afterword

Shadows on the Wall 

(Are Dancing!)

by Tim Kavi

held there

transfixed

bound

like Prometheus

no ground

of being

except what they

make come to light

and seem to say

glorious images

all human truth

knowledge grows

lively in youth

blades of grass

representing as else

playing symbols

in the mind of self

representing

concentrating

only what is seen

draws nothing

in eternal sheen

I see them there

shadowed objects

some knave

trickery hands

move in light's grave

their beauty

fascinates

captivates

makes me crave

another wave

all seems right

orderly

referentially

depicted

my mind bends

to reality's

shifted

blends

crashing

crushing

oppression

false beliefs

lead to

depression

utterances

in the night

deafened ears

blinded sight

yet I crave

for what the

shadows say to me

play to me

in the cave

for all is

orderly

predictable

nice

without uncertainty's

spice

but what is

this?

but a kiss

of chaos

in the scene

something

is moving

bending

blending

is grooving

in the putrid

stench

pungent dead

air

the shadows

have started

dancing

no longer appear

to be what

they once said

freedom

is alive

in a new light

I see

something new

at the mouth

of the cave

shadows

are dancing

now

I hear?

them behind

me

moving

out of frame

no longer my

reference

can I blame

I want to

rise up and

join them

but this

body

has me chained

my Spirit

starts tapping

my soul

is clapping

as I see

what makes

the dancing

it is the

love

of you and me.

Poet's Afterword:
A reference to Plato's allegory of the cave with a Kavi mix; here,   Love is transcendent, meanwhile I am bound like all of you, waiting for someone (the Goddess?) to say:  loose him and let him go.--TK

Bleeding Snow (Repost from 2008) W/ Poet's Afterword

Bleeding Snow
by Tim Kavi

like tears
in the
bleeding snow

cries
of the oppressed
have come
undressed

before all
the world

superpowers
wonder
at what
fate has
unfurled

everywhere
the small
the least
and unknown
are hurled

towards the
lands of
unfulfilled hope

they walk
arm in arm
hearts bound
by a strong rope

of freedom's cause

to the place
where chains
are tossed
and no one's
dreams are lost

freed from
tyranny's fraud

walking ones
persist
in long time
you will be kissed

if by none
except those
that follow

never forgotten
our futures secure
only by what
it has cost.

AFTERWORD:  This poem was written in April of 2008, and posted on another blog I had at a social media site.  The message seems prophetic almost,  as it seems to fit 2011 completely.--T.K.