Go Not Quietly (new poem)

Go Not Quietly (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

We do not go quietly

into the night

but like bulls in a china shop

there is a great noise

destruction seems predominant

but do not mistake

loudness for anger

for lack of love

or even destructiveness

there are other things

to consider

on the eve of destruction

knowing that gentility

gets little notice

in the many noises of the world

must I speak softly

to get you to wake up

when the fire is burning?

sleeping souls

who says my message

is worthy to wake up to?

I speak the truth

turn to each other

embrace love and change

there is only the upward

striving on a ladder

of existence, to the path

where all sentient

beings make haste

bring it to the next rung

step up. step up

yet the destroying erases

applied like salve

to the wounded

the lost

yea, even the dying

of what is

and shall be

in the becoming

of who you are

called to become

step up step up

into the who

you are called

to become

confident

assurances waxed bold

in the face of tomorrow

fictional juxtapositions

encounter the real, lived out

of existence

your warrior stories

are waiting to be told.

Songbirds (new poem)

Songbirds (new song)

by Tim Kavi

My little songbirds

Fly back to us, every corner and tree,

for we are tired of sad songs.

We long for you to let us be

Yet we await your sacred word

As the flowered gardens

are watered all over the world.

Is there a finish to the whispering whirl

By the sweetest songs ever heard

We are like they are

stretching towards the light.

Yet we long for Nature to bring us back to life

Winter has come and gone

no stories to tell

there is the beckoning herald

no friends do greet you, you flew here alone

the red robin is coming

the whip-poor-will

the blue jay and cardinal

do mock the crow's song

until we sing no song alone

roosting on hearths near home

there is a nesting brood 

yet not all is at is seems

to celebrate Spring song

and Summer song's shrill

there is only the triumph

of my own song to be sung

chasing the currents to new heights

of glorified destiny

canvas unfurled

I long to fly with you

where you have already gone

to warmer climes

no time to dwell on unhappy songs.

artist's afterword: that's the Eastern Whippoorwill in the photo~~TK.

yet another afterword: Two weeks after I posted this poem, a bluebird showed up on my patio fence. The little cutie began chirping. When I went back there and spoke gently, the birdie responded with birdsong, not once, but twice. It was especially touching just after doing this poem!~~TK

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

Goddess in a Garden (The First Day of Spring) (new poem)

 

Goddess in a Garden

by Tim Kavi

Goddess in a Garden

there she sits!

amidst the plantings

and the nurtured young

the beautiful flowers

and the growing sustenance

that the world needs

for longevity and peace

She stands majestic

glorious Kwan Yin

sitting upon a lotus

I know I saw her there

adorned with green leaves

cushioned by soft earth

tilled and touched by love

by gardener hands complete

there she lies!

every woman in the world

a goddess in a garden. 

MY Grandma the Poet: Gets Published With Her First Collection. Publication Announcement!

 

MY Grandma the Poet: Gets Published With Her First Collection. Publication Announcement! (Foreword by Tim Kavi & Liz Kellebrew).

Today is my Grandmother's 122nd birthday. She was a huge influence on me, creating her own poetry over the years, something I've celebrated and written about on my blog on multiple occasions, always on February 23rd, with entries titled: 'My Grandma the Poet.' Well, today on her birthday,  I am proud to announce that her first poetry collection has been published posthumously. I had the honor of co-writing the Foreword along with my daughter. All three of us are published poets (grandma, just now) and this volume includes poems from all of us, making it a true multigenerational work! Heartland: Poems from the Heart is a moving collection of poems by my grandmother that celebrates family life, resilience, and dealing with wartime loss and grief--as she migrated from a small homestead in Missouri to the Pacific Northwest.  Heartland-- is available on a pre-order basis until tomorrow when it goes live!

Click here to go to Kindle Order Page! #poems #loss #family 

Love you Grandma!~~TK So happy the world can now read your work!

The Flying Monks of Walla Walla! (new poem)

 

The Flying Monks of Walla Walla!

by Tim Kavi

across the purpled

plains they did come

riding on batwings

with cat smiles

minstrels of the sacred

baking bread

in brick ovens

they ate in haste

wires strung

between two cliffs

they did traverse

no need to rehearse

flying loops

gymnasts in motion

they needed no potion

landings were so sure

they climbed

the cliffs of my heart

climbed the soul

of my deepest longings

I wanted to fly with them

but these are skilled steps

they said

so I fled, instead

unwilling to pay the price

really no time

for years of training

just to enjoy their explaining

wisdom speaks

still, some were walking

the rope, a delicate balance

between future's hope

they were

the flying monks

of Walla Walla!

the music fades...

as minstrels applaud

and dance

crowing like Chanticleer!

jest like the joker

revealed in the deck

of cards, luck

brings random dealings

of quantum existence

and luck has brought

these traveling monks

for a diversion

of an hour or two

their flickering images

catching fire borne

juggling implements

while walking across

a gulf, their eyes fixed

on the prize

the other side

of existence

to descend out and down

of the higher place

is a path

every mystic knows

where human darts

await our

descent, buried

in human applause!

so be not surprised

these quantum

lessons, brought by

the flying monks

of Walla Walla!

afterward: the next week, I remained so inspired, that I strung a rope. 

I was born! I began the walk! Thanks be to the monks of Walla Walla! ;-)

Rising Goddess in the Night (new poem)

 

Rising Goddess in the Night

by Tim Kavi

across the majestic sands of time

arises a crescendo of light

from the sounds of crashing waves

the dark moon shines

the horsemen ride

leaving tracks in the sand

to be washed away

like forgotten memories

I thought I saw Her face

there before, She is met

By Herself, there was eternity

in her breath

there is only the longtime

sculpted, across all the faces

of every goddess

there is a reckoning

a sure awakening 

of her might

for she rides in

on the tide

the rising goddess 

in the night.