The Mountains of Your Love (Final Poem & Final Afterword)

 The Mountains of Your Love

by Tim Kavi

I long to kiss you and hold you 

every night

and it's a short highway

to the mountains of your love 

every night

if I love you all day with my might!

Poet's Afterword and Final Word as Poet Tim Kavi: Well, it has come to the final poem with this little ditty. I'm sorry I didn't do an Epic Poem as my final one, but I am probably not that deserving of a poet. Yes, it is a love poem. Many people have expressed to me that they enjoyed my poems over the years, felt inspired, and confident, and gained the courage to face struggles. I have enjoyed writing them for you. The messages in my poems about the Goddess (with big G) and goddesses (local manifestations of goddesses everywhere in women) have always sought to empower women and rally against patriarchy is a sincere message in my poetry. Drawing from Carl Jung, my own anima, and stories of archetypal goddesses, I have always wanted to include them here to inspire women (and men) to understand the foolishness of unbridled patriarchy. My mentor, Dr. Christine Downing started it all with her book, The Goddess, and her encouragement for me to write. Many of my poems describe wonderful love experiences that are both sacred and embodied love. In my teens and 20s I once walked a mystical path and was an accepted spiritual leader in a community of faith as a mystic, but eventually journeyed in other directions. Today starts another fork in the road. It is the end of Tim Kavi's poetry. I'm hanging it up. The collections in process, Revealed Goddess, City of Night-City of Light, and, Poems of  Protest will remain unpublished. The already shot documentary film about me, called Kup of Kavi, will not be released because Tim Kavi is no more. Most of you don't know that I have faced a number of serious health issues, and lately had a hospitalized scare because of my heart, so I sense that it is time to focus on those concerns and other artistic pursuits. On the subject of love, much has been written about it, and I have intended to love powerfully as best I could, but in the end, to some, I have stumbled at this and humbly express my deepest sorrows and apologies, for I failed you as your personal poet of love. To my sweet intended, I hope to still be redeemed and bear the pen to bring unpublished private works to our love, but not as Tim Kavi. Whatever I have done here, has I hope, inspired and given hope and love to people. Love and peace are worthy pursuits in life. I wish you all happiness. Another reason is that lately, a number of people have been calling me bad names, harassing me online, hacking me, and generally not being very nice. I can't do it anymore. I hope to deal with my health issues, be in a happy family, and live out the remainder of my years in peace. Bless you, and keep the power of the Goddess going. ~~Tim Kavi 

Surprise of the goddess (new poem)

Surprise of the goddess

by Tim Kavi

the goddess looked

with intrigue

in her eyes

in the gentle pose

before her lover

he found a surprise

a love that spoke truth

and never lies!

a man of words

yet, the poet cries!

in the world

for justice

and healing

this is

what her love said

with feeling!

I care for my family!

and they care for me

my family needs me

and they taught me this love!

until the sands blow away

and the oceans crash waves 

across time, goddess

I see in your love,

the earth's hope

the birth of cute babies

beaming smiles 

on a husband's face

while you are all 

everywhere in the place

Goddess filling the room 

with power

as moms and wives 

do every hour

never getting thanked 

or praised for

yet always loving, 

and that's for sure!

The poet approaches YOU in meeting* (see Martin Buber) and says: I LOVE YOU WITH A STRONG LOVE THAT NEVER FALTERS...

Poet's afterword: the poet discovers the goddess everywhere revealed, This poem follows the distinction, previously made, 'Goddess' with a large 'G' is the archetypal Goddess that informs myth, while 'goddess' with a small 'g' is the local goddess, a specific woman he has in mind when drafting this poem, which is rightfully dedicated to her with a strong love. In the reader's case, your goddess may be represented by yourself, or a man's goddess, the one he loves, who includes a wife or other feminine role of power in his life, one who deserves to be appreciated and might even sometimes be overlooked. *The term meeting here, is from Martin Buber's philosophy and it indicates a special event or encounter that happens by grace when two persons approach each other in genuine dialogue.~~TK

Mermaid Story (New Poem)

Mermaid Story

by Tim Kavi

for such a time as this

traveling the world

I found your kiss

And when 

the goddess talked

she wore your smile

and when she spoke

it was your voice

across the beach

your heart brought close

never to miss

it was your love

that drew

the shipwrecked man

to harbor

it was

the pretty mermaid

swimming near

that wore your face

and when I looked again

she wore

bridal lace

my sweet love

every man

has one chance

to come home

I am so glad 

you plucked me

out of that water

and when 

I told the story

all of the kids

gathered to hear 

how mom and dad

started and built 

a life that mattered

how the breach

was healed

the broken hearts

no longer tattered

How in the love

of the beautiful mermaid

goddess of my wife

brought me ashore

to a new life!

Your love saved me!

~~ Poets Afterword: FOR JK with LOVE

Gaia's Heart (new poem)

Gaia's Heart (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

there was the burning path

crackling in the wind

as I traveled up the mountain

to the shrine of your love 

would your love save me

and the rest of us

in this burning world?

awaken, you said with a wink

as your gown flapped in the wind

it is almost too late, humans

your goddess said

Gaia shook with tears as they rolled down her cheeks

Her eyes were darting to and fro

for a friendly face

but there, the world had forgotten

your saving grace 

it was almost too late

with urgency and haste

She speaks the message

save the planet

off-worlders may be too late

will Gaia act quickly?

to rebound, and save her living face?

silly humans

she said

as the Earth ripped open and bled

her heart was beating now

but not for long

in your reliance on me

YOU forgot that this was your own undoing

your swan song

change, redeem, reverse

don't just trust engineering

correct your poisonous ways

before it's too late! 

Mystic Rumblings (new poem)

 

Mystic Rumblings (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

across the land of seasoned night

one seeks and proudly thinks

they are the chosen

only to emerge into the light

and find out they are still frozen

I'm not the only one to discover

that I'm in the long night of the Soul

there are no lighthouses up here

no fleeces or animal skins to cover

no atonement or burnings, to make whole

this is the way to not talk about it

to remain forever humble

so cut my tongue out

and make my longing heart not fit

the scenario that leads only to a stumble

is the way of the familiar

the Narrow Ridge

across the abyss

seeking a lover

when there is no real kiss

that is the time to have faith

in the waterless desert.

In Love's Power (new poem)

 

In Love's Power

by Tim Kavi

In love's power

we have the grip

that will sustain us every hour

In love's power

we have the provisions

of happiness in a shower

there was a lonely man

who, finding love's power

he was freed in love

shackles broke from his hand

there is a lovely woman

encountering each other

they spoke, they called out

made one in love's power

the quietness filled with music

poetry, and love

he beheld her in passion

life's greatest joy!

walking in love's power

there are no more tears

only happy contentment

in each other's arms!

In love's power

there is an eternity

of kisses, hugs

and listening hearts!

So let us love 

with the power of love

let us love

powerfully. 

Poet's Afterword: We cannot underestimate the power of love. It will surprise you, lighting your darkest hour. It will cozy up to you when you think you are alone and no one understands you. It will hold your hand all along life's road. In love, we can reach out to the Other, and in love, they can choose to reach back. Hugs, kisses, and delights are in the eyes of each other for their beloved!  It will keep us and sustain us. Interesting song here: Huey Lewis and the News sing: The Power of Love Photo source: Michael Jarmoluk on Pixabay~~TK

At the Malt Shop (new poem)

At the Malt Shop

by Tim Kavi

On Main Street

in my old hometown

there was a soda fountain malt shop place

that sort of reminded me of the movie

It's A Wonderful Life

It was still there as late as the 1970s

and part of the 1980s

but the kids from the 1950s

were all grown up now

and the counters and stools

were empty

but you could still go there

and get a cup of coffee

or a milkshake

and the old man who owned the place

wore a suit with a narrow black tie

his hair slicked back

horn-rimmed glasses

his adult son still worked with him

but at this point, it seemed a labor of love

forgotten love songs played on the jukebox

in a place where there seemed to be quiet

ghostly shadows juxtaposed on the walls

dancing in the natural light

that came through big picture windows

I would go there and order a cheeseburger

and it would take a few minutes as he cooked it from scratch

this was not a fast food place

and the owner would deliver it to my table

with a big basket of fries

and a check that looked like it was straight out of film noir

the place wasn't open much longer

but the cheese burgers , the Cokes,

the milkshakes were good

I saw my mother's saddle shoes hanging on the doorknob 

when I left it that last time

I thanked the owner and his son

It was a time traveler's treat

My grandmother used to work here, I said

back in the 1950s

her nickname was 'Cookie' I said

he had a huge smile

and he had just as many memories as me

only mine were slightly different from his

but we can still make them, even today

(based on a real visit)

that some can only know virtually now...

or, if they take the time, on the silver screen.