A puja poem of protest

A puja poem of protest

by Tim kavi

shaking my puja

everyday is better than 

shaking my booty

better than shaking at all

what is the price

I say in the marketplace

will someone give me

one goddamned price?

I don't know

I don't think those

sunglasses are really

sun blockers

they won't lead to the walk of fame

while they may hide my eyes

no one remembers my name

anyway

laughing hysterically

laughing all the way to the bologna

across the floor

laugh laugh laugh

you disrespectful jailbred freak

laughlaughlaughlaugh

go ahead

but don't choke on your own

fucking saliva

you Pavlovian dog

barking your HAHAHA

you don't think you are such

you think you are your own master?

well, go get the bone

your master's bone!

rage against wall street

landlords who raise the rent so high

to drive you out

so they can do a few things

and charge more to the next guy!

some idiot relocated

will pay it; so happy to pay it

never knowing he's being played it

right? s'right

so go ahead and laugh

laughlaughlaugh

until you know what's up

then get your life straight

hubris burned wings

always cause the soaring souls

to be brought low

in humble feedings of crow!

jellied and jammed

white shirts by the end of the day

just buy another one

made in a sweatshop in Malaise-a

there is a twinkling

in the eyes of a banker

plotting and planning

while reading financials

isn't it nice and sweet

money makes the world go round

in a happy dine and greet

don't forget to use your credit cards.

Great Mothers (new poem)

Great Mothers

by Tim Kavi

for all those who live

and for those who hope

one, may be found

it is written

mothers of the heroes

eternally reside

in echoing songs 

of glorious triumph

sirens lost in the mist

overshadowed by her

who truly leads 

to the harbor of home

goddesses in full reveal

their mighty garments

in queenly rise

contained in love's mighty fist

held steadfast

earth's children and young

taught in persevering ways

of love

instructed across

the oceans of space and time

lessons never forgot

coming in the clouds

of judgment's might

smashing injustice

assuring fairness

and freeing all who hurt

above the final abyss

there is the way made

plain and sure

teeth of dragon dulled

sickle of wheat, harvested

and put away

death and famine

are stopped by an angel

with humanity's kiss

journey of the swift

to provide aid and assist

to all who are heroes

and bravely exist

walking surely

hand in hand

to paths higher up

mothers of the heroes

eternally reside.

artist's afterthought: this poem, written last year on my own mother's birthday (8-21) and shared here to celebrate Mother's Day--is a homage to great mothers everywhere, Jung's Great Mother archetype--and the history of all moms and their enduring love who instruct all of us; heroes to exist. The last line and elsewhere in the poem--reveals an acrostic: mothers of the heroes eternally reside--where the first letter of each word gratefully & lovingly spells M-O-T-H-E-R. ~~TK.

Tears of a Prophetic Clown (New Poem)

"Tears of a Prophetic Clown"

by Tim Kavi

so do you think?

do you think I am Funny?

Always when You

are crying

I'm cruel

in making You laugh

out loud so?

and when You

thought you were dying

seeing a plan in all,

and so

You woke up

again and again

laughing in the telling

of deep purpose

to Do Something

to ease suffering

in and to the world

So go on laughing

and living gloriously

until the real end.

knowing that endings

are beginnings of renewal

dialectics of dancing powers

SO there is no need

to stop laughing

or to never hope in living

for that is the way of

those who are sleeping. 

Prisoners of Disfavor (New Poem)

Prisoners of Disfavor
by Tim Kavi

oh the sadness
of solemn goings
across time's
membranes

there is only
the uncovering
of eternal shames

as you seek
the nine billion
manifestations
of God's names

to heal your suffering souls?

to wander among
the lost poets
and shipwrecked fools

in the sea of words
across the history
of many flags
unfurled?

who is
your master's name?

what disgrace
do his words bring?

what prisoners are
new?

never oppressed before
their sufferings
not few

those borne of disfavor
in the government's
view?

march with a
certainty in chains

until at last
their chains
are cast
aside in freedom's
volley

until the madman's
dance and
the madman's folly?

their certain vision
brings a hope
that all will be free

when at last
history enables the
rest to see

the truths of
their suffering's song?

the sadness
of their family's wrong!

and at last
those that still live
emerge

with a message
they bring
of the wrongs and woe
that placed them there

to the sunlight of that day
shielding their eyes
from the sudden light

emerging from
a dark theater of pain?

to the countryside
they go
the square
the mountains
the flowing hills
and valleys

painted in their blood
flooded by their tears?

until all is soothed
made whole
and right again

the messages
of the prisoners
of disfavor

sound from the gallows
and torture rooms
that bring wrongful confessions

ring from the shallows
inditing their masked
torturer's obsessions

until bleeding
in their faces
they have been dehumanized
and not seen?

the prisoners of disfavor
blacken the credibility
of oppressors everywhere

until the injustice
has consciousness raised
many outraged
plainly speaking

then the prisoners
of disfavor
are released in an outrage
of social discomfort

signifying the last days

of those who misused
their power
and abused
their fellows

heating implements
of harm
in the fire

of revolutions past
and those failed

dissenters jailed
who were later
found to be in the right?

Oh, prisoners of disfavor
may your truths
always come to the light!

Poet's Afterword: Another Tim Kavi poem against injustice everywhere.