A-musing Wisecracks Across the Mind (poem)

A-musing Wisecracks Across the Mind (poem)

by Tim Kavi

watching out eight ways to beat

up around the bend

the shuffling of feet

Terpsichore moves so sweet

moving in dialectical ways

hegel and Marx wink wink

Linehan too; what's my storied days

basking in Clio's sunny rays

what's the rub; long tales at night

Ode to all longly said

grinning, bringing the light

Calliope eats a cantaloupe; such a sight

consuming me; love's sting

staying awake is no worry

linger long, no hurry, ring ring

with Eratos, love's the thing

A-musing laughing goddesses

dance across gardens

bulls in China shop hippotamuses

advocate very deep hypotheses (sic)

incorporating movements of verse

song and dance; cutting glass

poetry in planetary motions reverse

fading history finds it all the worse

until she dabs my feverish head.

Kavita #332 (new poem)

Tim Kavi's Celestial Typists

Kavita #332

by Tim Kavi

the monkey runs around

laughing

his pursuers slip on

banana peels

and peach pits

are left glimmering in the sun

he is Sun Wukong

or Hanuman laughing

playing

tickling the underarms

until sages are almost

annoyed

the place is the jungle

22 celestial typists

type randomly

until all the names of God

are listed

quite by accident

until the paper is expelled

a well meaning sage

wanders by

almost blinded by the whiteness

of the page

he reads with wonder

and nods his head

a cosmic explosion follows

 

an old man buys his young

granddaughter ice cream

she smiles

he remembers when grand papa

did the same for him

he smiles

the nearby crows

hope the cone is dropped

on the way home 

through the park

another child swings

and plays with balloons

life goes on.

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 

Heavenly Vision (new poem)

Heavenly Vision by Tim Kavi

 

I am old and tired
I said
Come up hither
she said
I cannot find you
I am right here
I do not see you
my eyes are dimming

out of focus
a white blur
I think it is a dress
she is laughing
looks like she has a crown
daisies in her hair
there is a child with her
they are both laughing

a puppy is gnawing
on a stick nearby
we are having a picnic
there is cheese
toothpicks stick out
of the cheese and meats
and olives
now I am gnawing on a stick too

ahhhhh
all grows into clarity
I look at her
she is smiling
beaming love rays that seem
cloud like
many gardens dot the horizon

I have a new body
we hold hands
the baby is so happy

the dog plays
and fetchs the stick
he looks familar
to me

someone is coming
we are not alone
I tell them I love you
I am a little afraid

their warmth
gets there before they do
we both
know who it is

soon we are all laughing
and playing
incredible happiness
and the day seems to go on
and on
forever

I hold the baby's hand
I realize one must never take
anything for granted

happiness is in
the found love of greeting
and the encounter
of meeting.