Angels from Heaven (For Moms that Help at School) (New Poem)

Angels from Heaven

by Tim Kavi

To all the moms who help at school: 

never did the world see

in their beauty

and tireless missions

such pretty angels

as these mums

they must be from heaven

giving to the kids

in never ending

efforts, activities,

assuring students ascending

bringing their greatness

because these mums

make it all okay

make it all happen

in their grace each day

there is not one

student or teacher

untouched or unblessed

they really have done it all

Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall

that keeps the schoolyard

humming with many a happy kid

and the classrooms a place to learn

for kids to go home and tell all they did

these mums

are surely angels

messengers of hope and love

and we are grateful

they are sent from above

great mums always are

angels who arrive

from near and far

Angels from Heaven.

My second Mother's Day poem for 2014 is a new poem that was commissioned by someone who appreciates the moms who help out at her school.  (Reprinted with permission by that patron).  Moms are surely angels and surely helpful to children everywhere--as this poem celebrates their unique contributions to school life. They are referred to in many places as 'room parents' but to some lucky kids they are always 'mom.' ~~TK

There is Mom --Poem for Mother's Day With Photo (Poem)

There is Mom

by Tim Kavi

so what is this?

across the translucent orb

endless universe so vast

that God in his designs

would seek to make perfect

for sure to last?

but the need for what was created

man or woman

to never be alone?

but the sacredness

of family

of love

and of home?

and in that home

stands a sacred one

sure and true

the fortress of Mom

which every kid

growing up, knew

is true blue

in all she said

and did

until around

every troubled bend

twisted by life's

troubles

and uncertain wind?

there is the love

of God

and the love of Mom

gently guiding

assisting in fate

but always loving

there is Mom

there is Mom.

(This is a reprint of a poem that has been on this blog before on Mother's Day.  It is a very special poem as it was written for my own mother in 2010, and I read it at her Memorial Service in 2010.  Moms are very special and I am very lucky to have had a great mom who was always very special and as a child and adult--took care of me in so many ways!~~TK) 

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

Gaia--Not to Touch the Earth (new poem)

GAIA--Not to Touch the Earth (Poem)

by Tim Kavi

Gaia

speaking messages

not heard

there is quaking

terrible shaking

ridges of trembled history

continental drifts

of worries of collapsed kingdoms

underneath changing

geographies

of postpartum birthing

memories of the way things were

before flags were planted

before urban density

throwaways of modern and postmodern

plastics

filtered the purpose

of your message

but we still try

to touch you

to touch the Earth

to know your glory

to esteem and respect

to be moved by all

that you are.

we long to respect you

goddess

before it's too late.

Remembered Space (New Poem)

Remembered Space
by Tim Kavi

lush overgrowth
showing empowering design
such wisdom
yet some say 
it's always overrated

but love grows
to meet us in every 
esteemed face
across every landscape
of doom and grace

it is everywhere
every space
and in every place

reflecting rays of light
in my remembered windows
of dreamy night
where I am struck
by the moonlit beauty
echoed in her embrace

Her many stories
are told, traversed
again and again 

a resounding crescendo
in the universal page
she is written
in the paths
of the wind

touched
by every artist's
gardened, skillful
round shapes

My love is full of it;
I saw it in her 
gathered lace

And revealed ever
in the lit bed
of her remembered kiss

I am left wandering
the maze
of brilliant memories
across remembered space.

Long Flight of the Arrow (new poem)

Long Flight of the Arrow
by Tim Kavi

some say they
are desperately seeking
searching like ghosts
master archeologists
among the dust
of ancient landscapes

others are explorers
of every geology
across their paths
but cannot find
the missing Shangri-la
of the utopian plateau

there are the dreamers
the poets
the undying singers
playing lived out melodies
on the shipwrecks of love
and the injustice of it all

but the long flight
of the arrow
finds them anyway
and because it is Cupid's
arrow; all those
missing arms of embrace

find their human place.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL ! From Tim Kavi 

Music of the Wind (New Poem)

Music of the Wind 
by Tim Kavi

moorage of things
wafting sounds play
frequencies of existence
across the hallowed ear

sacred sounds
Nature in all living
vibrations of being 
sound like whispers

flutes of lung
heard in humans
and animal hearts
play our heartstrings as one

wavelike strings
unfold and shape
expressions of all
We are

on to sweet compositions
of instrumental choice
there's my lovely song
playing across

all manners of love.