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

Sounds of the Revealed Word (new poem)

Sounds of the Revealed Word
by Tim Kavi

caressing You
in the moonlit night
my incense
offering rose from
the altars
addressing you

there was only
a sacred word
binding us to
each other

dancing in the firelight
the logs crackled
but still gave out heat

burning coals
on my lips
you were the night's
fire

sweet sounds
of music
sounded afar off
but drew near
in your kisses
a symphony
I did hear

and when the morning
arose from the mist
the seashore
beckoned

and I saw the
word there

still written
in the sand

love.

soft eyes (new poem)

soft eyes

by Tim Kavi

soft eyes

your sweet lingering

ways

are soothing

paths to

a great everlasting

kiss

that breathes

out

enlightenment

your confident speech

fills my universe

with warm sighs

and in the blanket covering both of us

there is no disguise

of your sweet

soft eyes

and in the cosmic replies

there is always

the music

of a thousand

seeking searching

ways to see

and to know love

if one just looks

if one just is

and dares to let

her light shine

there is beaming

truth so wise

always behind

those beautiful

soft eyes.

Poet's Suggestion: If you liked this poem, there is another poem on this blog, just about a woman's eyes. Click Here.   Afterword:  This poem is about a shy woman (stanza 7) hence the tentative photo, but still the endearing soft eyes.

Lu Xun Park (blog entry)

Lu Xun Park

Yesterday was the Chinese Holiday, Founder's Day. I spent the day at Lu Xun park in Shanghai. It was raining slightly part of the day, but it did not dampen spirits. Everywhere there was young and old strolling, singing, dancing, playing badminton, playing Chinese ancient musical instruments, or just chatting at the park.

The park is a memorial that commemorates the work of the great Chinese writer, Lu Xun. Lu Xun's important work moved Chinese literature from the time of imperialism to the birth of a new society.

The park includes the actual house where he lived, and has been preserved pretty much exactly as he left it when he passed away. Being at the park and reflecting upon this famous writer's life and work was very inspirational.

Last year, Penguin Classics published a special edition of Lu Xun's writing. Time magazine called it the most important Penguin Classic ever published. You can get it from Amazon in paper form or for your Kindle. Here's the link at Amazon.

TK

presence (reposted poem) to all my friends: new and old

presence (a repost) 
(to all my friends, new and old, especially the new ones)
by Tim Kavi

dancing beings
find each other
across many
lifetimes again
and again

why do they
find each other
sharpen each other
recoqnize each other
at such a time as then?

some flee again
as in great flight
some struggle
potential clashes
in a great fight

others turn softly
yet in might
urgency

heart to heart
there is a turning
a yearning
to know all
about the One

that you see
for the first time
there is a calling
to know

a setting sun
in the glance
of smiles
as the night
of mystery is begun

revealing
each other
taught by experience
what this life
might be

but when
the seeking ones
find each other
there is a shining oneness

that lights
the unconscious
night
shadows play
until real is seen

and at last
in dialogical meeting
a You is glimpsed


a Holy Presence
You are the
chrysalis emerged

in the glistening
mutual love
of You and me.

How Creative those Dreaded Pirates Are!

How Creative those Dreaded Pirates Are!

well it appears someone has hacked my MyLibrary Feed on the right of this page....

it has now preceded all references to authors as dreaded pirates! hmmmmm

what whimsical mayhem. Still if I were one o f those authors, and yes some of my books are in the feed...being referred to as a pirate isnt so good.

I shall fix that feed shortly....even though I am too busy being a dreaded pirate to mess with the work of dumb f***s like this!

Oh, and while I am speaking of such things. Someone also hacked some of my original articles that I had published on EZine Articles...and reposted them on their own web sites without permission and so as to draw traffic to their websites. That was easily remedied because they were on blogs that were on Google servers. Google happily warned them of their copyright violations and removed the content. YAY ! The dreaded pirate won that round! To all aspiring article writers, write your own stuff!

(TK)

Ma Durga's Eyes (new poem)

Ma Durga’s Eyes

by Tim Kavi

Ma Durga’s Eyes
have over all time
cried thousands of cries
and uttered thousands of sighs

but none are more beautiful than my love's

her eyes have lit a thousand ships
home to harbor
have touched my lips
across many trips

her eyes are so wise.

Ma Durga’s Eyes
I need you so
to them I always go
to see the world
and each other.

there are no other eyes I know
I will return again and again
to her heart to go.

My love's eyes
are Ma Durga’s Eyes
her heart so true
that the eyes are all telling
of her many stories
from the countryside are yelling

out of the rocks and hills
the majestic spills
of water cascading down the falls
while the rest of the world waits in their alls
we hear the love in her calls.

Ma Durga’s Eyes of my love
of yesteryear and then
I knew them before
somehow
on another shore
but when I saw them again
her Ma Durga’s Eyes were different than then

her eyes are so wise.

Ma Durga’s Eyes

I need you so
to them I always go
to see the world
and each other.

my lovely Sweet love
Ma Durga’s Eyes

light where we have ever been
and they touch my heart so
where the Himalayan winds blow
and the currents of Ganges do flow

she is ever present in the wind
against the wind
she stands still

her eyes are so wise.

Ma Durga’s Eyes
I need you so
to them I always go
to see the world
and each other.

Ma Durga’s Eyes through history
tell many stories
they begin and end with my lovely love.