Up in the High Places, The Spring of Humanity is Born (new poem)

 

Up in the High Places, The Spring of Humanity is Born (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

up across your high places

are many footprints

and scents across the rocks

mystics new and old

we traverse the caverns

where your stories are told.

I sought your many faces

walking with them 

to behold your doting graces

there is only the fainting winds

where the fire had moved quickly

humanity's warlike disgraces.

Had dotted the landscapes

tainted the visions

hid the messages of your word

where the eclipse of war

blinded the already deaf

and hindered our steps toward.

we the seekers in peace

and truth, dally not

but hasten our climbs in hope

held on your wings of love

they are our constant rope

as we incite your Spring arrival.

To The World at Christmas 2025 (Revisited*) (New Poem)

To The World at Christmas (Revisited*) 2025 

by Tim Kavi

Across the winter sky

a quiet star blossoms—

not in thunder,

but in the soft breath

of a mother

holding all creation

to her heart.

In the glory of all that is

She is the Light-Bearer,

the ancient promise,

the whisper that says:

even in cold seasons,

love stirs beneath the frost.

Tonight, the world pauses.

Hoping that war rests its weary hands,

Sorrow leans upon the doorframe,

and for a moment

we remember

we are one family

searching for warmth.

O luminous Mother of Peace,

wrap this trembling planet

in your shawl of dawn.

In the glory of all that is 

Teach us again

how gentle strength can be,

how even a single candle

can send shadows fleeing.

And may every heart—

no matter how wounded—

feel the small spark within

begin to glow again,

bright enough

to guide us home.

This is the gift of Christmas:

that love returns,

again and again,

like a star reborn—

calling us

to rise with it.

To find ourselves again in grace and glory.

*POET'S AFTERWORD: I originally drafted an earlier version of a Christmas poem with this same title in 2013. The two poems are distinct, but the message is the same: hope and love, and a longing for peace. You can see the earlier poem here: https://timkavi.blogspot.com/2013/12/to-world-at-christmas-new-poem.html . Namaste! ~~TK

There is Nothing, There is Someone (new poem)

 

There is Nothing, There is Someone (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

there is nothing-

ness you say

but I think there is something!

there is war

in the world

but I say we must never give up hope!

there is longing

and loneliness

in the machine minds

of reduced humanity.

until one cries out for connection

there comes a new connection

a springing forth

there is hate and prejudice

all over the world

but I say there! is where

love and binding together

must heal!

there is sickness and pandemic

breeding grounds of fear

there is where we must transcend,

comfort, even ourselves

to live again.

to never be forgotten

to arise from the destruction

with wings of hope

beyond despair!

so, that is something

that is human!

That is what I see there!

in such a world

stand strong in love

for each other

and by each other

we are all we have

each other

to see us, get us,

through

survival of the fittest?

survival of those that love!

Of All The Times I Miss (new poem)

Of  All The Times I Miss (new poem)

by Tim Kavi 

Of all the times

I miss the most

were moments like this

when running from it

I was overtaken by destiny's kiss

For there was no stopping

the times I so nobly miss

of seeing the light

in my mother's eyes

one last time

of seeing a smile

on my father's lips

as I spoke a rhyme

they are all gone now

but more than memories

are the guiding paths

of meaning and existence

that we must make

by holding a newborn baby

in our arms

of speaking love

to family, to the undenying

Other that we allowed 

in our hearts to make a home

and to sing and hope

for better times

and what we could do

become in love

a certain history

of what we had hoped

of loves never forgot

and loves we make today

of things liked

and esteemed

and walking through

valleys of despair and grief

we find new futures

we have but dreamed.

afterward: to the world with love, there is a future beyond our losses

and grief. There is the sanctuary of hope and the power of love.~~TK

PTSD (new poem)

 

PTSD (new poem)
by Tim Kavi

don't touch me

for I am so afraid

that I wonder

if my life

can ever be remade

but I keep on living

keep on trying

just to keep on

your gentle noises

resound like cannons

and gunfire

in my ear

the startle response

betrays my heart

of fear, whenever

threats feel near

sometimes I do not

feel like I am here

but in another place

numbed by grace

and at night, oh!

at night, I am afraid

to go to sleep

for You are there

my abuser, my assailant

You who hurt me

are in my dreams

so many times

it's hard to cope

but I am learning to manage

and rebuild my life

for to not do so

is to lose all hope.  

Afterword--written by Tim Kavi, a sufferer of PTSD!

Wayward Journeys (new poem)

 Wayward Journeys (new poem)

Wayward Journeys

by Tim Kavi

in the wild woods

of Wyeastern winds

I saw the bearded

prophets rise

I asked them questions

about what futures

would arise

they rubbed their beards

they had no answers

there were no easy answers

just pleading eyes

from my beseeching heart

You must never give up

one of them said

My heart is broken for the lost

another one said

yet there is a way

I didn't say it, one said

the wellspring of hope

and transcendent glories

of the human heart does.

We can do it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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!

Mission of Mercy (New Poem)

"Mission of Mercy"by Tim Kavi

what was needed

in the faded arms

of age

was a mission

purposeful embodiments

out among the stars

yet the blood dripping

down the sleeves

into the snow

turned the world into blood

such hatred

evil hearts mistreated others

where almost forgotten

a new life

was born

into the glistening

hope of a thousand

songs and smiles

a promise

a yearning

a deeply felt love

for all there is

there was

a verse that brought meaning

the tenements

the earthy streets

stained beats

of a million names lost

of a young one

looking for old

an old one looking to be young

long lines, lined up in the cold

She moved gracefully

bringing peace

seven loaves and fishes

to the dying

the lost

the cold

the sick

the frail

the small child who never made it

to shore

She took it

brought it

and sung it

a mission of mercy

to a dark, speckled world.

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

Spring, the Birthing of Hope (new poem)

Spring, the Birthing of Hope

By Tim Kavi

little flowers

time to wake up again

little birds

sing your songs

the snow is melting

the rivers are flowing

becoming

great again

oh you who despaired

fly again

you who journeyed

climb again

driving to the centre

of all that is

is the greatness

of all existence

yours and mine

again and again

Spring is a flying

winged creature

of a nurturing universe

bringing life

where once

decay fell

nurturing the earth

out of this soil

troubles of birth

are forgotten

travailing souls

found again

in all mercies

of the coming Spring

Dreams at the Mountains (Poem)

Dreams at the Mountains (Poem)

by Tim Kavi

Oh the flowing mountains

are pretty to look at

but they meet me at the sea of my birth!

Where I return to find

my way again and again,

where dashed at the cliffs of despair

sometimes my dreams seem misbegotten

but You my fellow travelers

must breach

that beach head

be ready to climb again

to the highest heights

until a new song is there!

Once there

is what I long for

that keeps me climbing;

to what I long for

the audience

I wrote this song for

who fully understand

there is no hope

that should be forgotten!

for until you gather

under your wings

your heavenly dreams

until the rumbling seas

rescind

comprehend

the meaning full existence

until the last dream

takes hold

my friends

wax bold!

wax bold!

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

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.

Burning Words (new Poem)

Burning Words

by Tim Kavi

burning words

drunken debauchery

filled the course of the wild

wood

where damsels wept

looking for love

minstrels played

poets spoke

but there was

for comedians

no joke

a shivering wind

ice storm of shit

hearts had grown cold

there was only a wee

chance of hope

and it seemed to be

getting old

somehow

creeping through the fog

there was yet

a great reckoning

a call to meeting

for the purposed

onslaught

to see each other

and love

what time

had forgot

but with the burning

word

the rebuke was square

let person to person

become heart to heart

secrets made bare

then they will

say God was among us

and let us pray

until the strength

of humanity's rebirth

brought them

to a return of

Sacred Earth

but then and only then

when hearts sow love

and community

is the crop

then there is

blessing in every drop

away from this

existential slop.

poet's note: a different kind of poem, hearkens to yesteryear.

a return to the madness of the prophet. --TK

holiday Goddess ( new poem)

holiday Goddess

by Tim Kavi

seeing the advent
of promise
I want to know you
celebrate you
adore you . goddess

in your love
I will write poems
novels and sonnets
just for you

in your love
I will hold your heart
sacred in view

in my words
and actions
always a hug
never a shrug!

bending
blending
sending
rending
proper obedience
to the goddess
that is You

words can be powerful
pictures of expression
quiet actions
a lasting confession
of love

Holiday Goddess
your birthing
brings a happy news
stars fade from views
in your proclaiming
of a celestial love
a renaming
of hope

brought from above