Hope Remains (New Poem)

Hope Remains (New Poem)by Tim Kavi

as I wondered

lying here I thought

the older I get

what happened to my past?

what happened to me?

what happened to them?

to so and so

when we were young

we imagined the world's problems

would soon be passed!

but things turned out 

to be not so simple

and while progress has been made

it hardly seems so

and not enough

there is still a need

for social justice

for fairness and empowerment 

to all regardless of creed

gender

race or age

there is still a struggle

but hope remains

for both young and old

a world to be made!

My lonely face, My global face, Singing Their Song (new poem)

My lonely face, My global face, Singing Their Song

 by Tim Kavi

there is a oneness

captured in my lonely breath

where only the known

is revealed in a song

escaping my lips

dropping like tears from my eyes

across the widened

abyss of chastened justice

there is a universal wind

that, until singing it

only the powers will not know it

I arise

from the cobblestones

knowing my one face

has now gone global

in the rage

of technology's age

there is no hearing of it

until somewhere else

another voice is heard

a chorus of discontent

my heart reaches for it

in your lasting embrace, there is knowing

my arms circle around them

only to sing in glorious chorus

until all are free

again and again

for the sound of it is joined in music

where there is a turning

morphing of my single face

joined with a global race

where we all are one

can we care enough to hear the song?

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

Obsessions Connections (New Poem)

obsessions connections 
by Tim Kavi

twisted wires
speak messages
to anonymous users
licensed
to fictional selves

twisting and turning
across the world
spreading messages
of love and hope

will the real
be known and found
or is it Plato's cave
magnified?

sometimes freedom
is just obtaining
an unrestricted IP address

and other times
it is the ability to speak freely
on the street
but there is always
a turning to a knowing
where even
in a Wintry morning

I am found
in the Yous across
the world.

Poet's Afterwords: Another poem of protest by Tim Kavi

ashes beneath the boots (new poem)

ashes beneath the boots

by Tim Kavi

marching triumphant

fists in air

you take the hill

overrun the square

but in your heart

is a vacant stare

You dismember

yourself

unmoved by human

compassion

there is only

your training

reduced to a number

your uniform

makes you look like

all the rest

you think you are

anonymous

so easily forgiven?

that only you will be blest?

that face shield

doesn't hide you

full metal jacket

you better carry

a long club

because someday

you will reap what you sow

brutal taskmaster

on the day

Freedom Rings

when the freed man sings

when women walk

the streets

no longer afraid

when you

and the hate of the old

ways are crumbled

stomped beneath our feet

as we peacefully walk

the freshly cleaned street

beneath my boots

I still see that You

who said I was not a person

has become all the ashes 

of a history not forgotten

while up ahead

precious souls

you once tormented

are dancing

in peace, at long last

in love with each other

and so very free.

Poet's Afterword:  another poem of protest which will be in my forthcoming collection 'Poems of Protest' by Tim Kavi. Long live freedom and love! ~~TK 

This is Our Time (New Poem)

This is Our Time

by Tim Kavi

in desperate times

and diverse places

visitations by divine graces

there have always gathered

in the name of every man, woman

and child, who has been affronted

and wronged

the knowledge of a people wronged

denied basic freedoms

to say what they wish

maimed or killed

because it is their time

this is our time

we will seize the moment

so that history does not say

we ignored you or your tyranny

until yet another generation passes away

this is our time

we will not overlook it

but bravely stand and say

we oppose you

so that history does not say

we retreated, but advanced

to your ugly heart

this is our time

your underlings

your henchmen

those who follow

for profit, losing their souls

tortured in your name

draped in your flag

this is our time

does it feel good

that in the name of your justice

you call this social order?

but it is a miscarriage of it

a vestige of control

but this is our time

some will hear us

they will be coming

so that history does not say

the world was silent

and did not care

for all the world knows now

that tyrants cannot be in power

forever

their deeds shame them and betray them

this is our time

this is our time.

Poet's afterword--this poem will be part of my forthcoming collection Poems of Protest, hope readers don't mind I shared it here.  MY heart is with all those that long for freedom and love!~~TK

Frameworks of Reason (New Poem)

Frameworks of Reason
by Tim Kavi

Shifting frames
of reference, merge
collapsing
bursting paradigms
old things are called by new names

Satellites
fall into the sea
Sputnik is gone
Voyager flowed past me.

Ghosts of what was
medium is the message
becomes media of vestige
sacred cows
become lint and fuzz.

Utterances full of meaning
become empty promises
threats of scheming
become Utopian visions that were dreaming

shaken to the ground
foundations become rotted
dry rot beams, splitting
rafters in some new sound

a building
habitation of that which is
forms in the mist
of truths born from
what was forgotten

old songs begotten
in new covers, pages unroll
but not on paper
tell me other ways of thinking

world was round
now is flat
uncertain ground
wallets less fat

wonder who is leading?
Who is? Chances are 'He' is
tomorrow's blood in the streets

lessons learned, you would think
but no one listens
until power is almost gone
shaken foundations

ancient libraries burned
Buddhas cast into the sea
Your ways are the only right ones?

who said? In worlds
where new flags appear
every month, while newer ones flap still
to gather tomorrow on the same hill?

Of what frameworks of reason
the blood does spill?
When the people are not consulted
and freedom is never an act of will?

So rising up they will gather
at moments when least expected
freedom comes calling, on your door knocking

You laugh at this?
Think your day is not coming?

There is only this reasoning together
though your sins be scarlet
For you robbed, and took most of what they had!

So listen, to the people
they are surely drumming
You cannot kill, imprison, or ignore them all

Your frameworks of reason
have reached their final call.

Poet's afterword: My most popular poems by blog visits have always been Poems of Protest.
This poem will be part of my forthcoming collection to be published in the Late Fall of 2012, and called fittingly, Poems of Protest. ~~TK

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.