Great Mothers (new poem)

Great Mothers

by Tim Kavi

for all those who live

and for those who hope

one, may be found

it is written

mothers of the heroes

eternally reside

in echoing songs 

of glorious triumph

sirens lost in the mist

overshadowed by her

who truly leads 

to the harbor of home

goddesses in full reveal

their mighty garments

in queenly rise

contained in love's mighty fist

held steadfast

earth's children and young

taught in persevering ways

of love

instructed across

the oceans of space and time

lessons never forgot

coming in the clouds

of judgment's might

smashing injustice

assuring fairness

and freeing all who hurt

above the final abyss

there is the way made

plain and sure

teeth of dragon dulled

sickle of wheat, harvested

and put away

death and famine

are stopped by an angel

with humanity's kiss

journey of the swift

to provide aid and assist

to all who are heroes

and bravely exist

walking surely

hand in hand

to paths higher up

mothers of the heroes

eternally reside.

artist's afterthought: this poem, written last year on my own mother's birthday (8-21) and shared here to celebrate Mother's Day--is a homage to great mothers everywhere, Jung's Great Mother archetype--and the history of all moms and their enduring love who instruct all of us; heroes to exist. The last line and elsewhere in the poem--reveals an acrostic: mothers of the heroes eternally reside--where the first letter of each word gratefully & lovingly spells M-O-T-H-E-R. ~~TK.

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!

Desperado (New Poem)

Desperado (New Poem)
by Tim Kavi

dusty trails
vanquished sunsets
uneasy sleeps
across winding
mountain trails

lonely teardrops
cannot atone
for evil deeds
that go unanswered

your regrets
are your sleeping partners
your loneliness
a reward

fugitives from justice
are ever pursued
by righteous fighters
against injustice
everywhere

you know
your days are numbered
making all your promises
and loves
short lived.

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

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

Summer of Cold (New Poem)

Summer of Cold
by Tim Kavi

Oh Majestic One!
We are clothed
in majesty
under the sprinkling rays
of a Winter's sun

You are there
giving life to everyone

Oh Goddess!
in the countryside
we are covered
under a patchwork quilt
made warm
by your love

there
they and I
are tucked
under your wings
where we
yearn for freedom

they think
they will win it
under the sites
of a gun

but I know
those ways
of discontentment
are never done

renew our hearts
sow our faith
break up
the hard icy ground

in our poverty
we are made rich
in those days
of dying harvest

rotting in the fields

there is decay
yet no dearth
of Your Love
in the sweet Earth

so we know
things are not
as they appear

until turning to you
instructed
we wait
and hear

change is coming
in Your love
we are already free

but those
waves of discontent
say to many
follow me

Yet I will cling
to your regal robe
daring to look
in your eyes

seeing history
unfold
until there is
centered certainty
in the people's cries

taken to flight
as new flags
are unfurled

we see the sight

we have each other
in a blindfold
Sister
justice
where will
it be told?

Sweet wife
of compassion
don't punish
us for our woes

just hug us
as we return
in your love
a knowledge grows

to be freed

in dialogue
from death
to life
from contentment
to strife

from suffering
to peace.