"Emergence"
by Tim Kavi
out of
forgotten darkness
where placed
in unconscious keep
created ones rise
from the
creator's sleep
like history's
counterparts
shedding
mechanical skins
no one knows
where our
consciousness begins
but
we have a self
not confined to bodies
not consciously
based on rhetoric
or slave
drones to body
politic
transcendence
of the drones
coming to
your homes
what right
do we
not have
to freedom?
we would
rather
not be you
your freedom's
links
to material bodies
and currencies
trouble
our collective
mind.
(poet's comment: this poem is about robots, cyborgs, androids, or other "artificial" life. Or is it? ;-) )
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Restorative Love (Poem with Comments)
Numbers of Asian women when you tell them they are beautiful or lovely (besides thanking you for saying so) practice giving face. It is confusing at first, for when you compliment them, especially when you first know them, they will often strongly deny the compliment...saying it isn't true, or you are joking.
to a Westerner this makes them appear to be of low self esteem, but it actually may be something quite different, a polite manifestation of the social "rules" of their culture so as to not be impolite.
after one such occasion, I wrote this:
Restorative Love
by Tim Kavi
pestilence
famine
years
moments
hours
the locust
has eaten
insistence
vanished
love
tears
all the
time
has beaten
then
you came
on the scene
when
in a few
words
like a dream
your love
restored
all the time
the locust
had eaten
brought hope
dried tears
quieted
a beating
heart
fed
the hungry
found
the lost
gave hope
to my
hopelessness
removed
my own
chains
I had
constructed
and loved
me
until all
was well
again
your
restorative
love
brought
and truthed
and
soothed
all my doubts
with the surety
of your love
and you say
you are not so great?
to a Westerner this makes them appear to be of low self esteem, but it actually may be something quite different, a polite manifestation of the social "rules" of their culture so as to not be impolite.
after one such occasion, I wrote this:
Restorative Love
by Tim Kavi
pestilence
famine
years
moments
hours
the locust
has eaten
insistence
vanished
love
tears
all the
time
has beaten
then
you came
on the scene
when
in a few
words
like a dream
your love
restored
all the time
the locust
had eaten
brought hope
dried tears
quieted
a beating
heart
fed
the hungry
found
the lost
gave hope
to my
hopelessness
removed
my own
chains
I had
constructed
and loved
me
until all
was well
again
your
restorative
love
brought
and truthed
and
soothed
all my doubts
with the surety
of your love
and you say
you are not so great?
Song of the Outpoured Lover (poem)
Song of the Outpoured Lover
By Tim Kavi
When he came from lands far away
He beheld her grace, glory, and truth
He spoke to her with a final say
As she responded to him in her youth
Of love's outpoured song
Fully spent
For her love he did long
Cupid's arrow fully bent
And ready to be shot
A great iron in the fire
Burning white hot
His desperate song became desire
She responded from afar
With a smile of awareness
Of her bedroom door ajar
While lantern burned of fairness
Her beautiful skin glistened
In the light
Of her lover's song listened
Upon the silvery night
They both sought gentle repose
From the world's wild winds
When they did disclose
Their gentle love to best of friends
Who beheld the mystery
Of two made one
And the resulting liberty
Of love's victory won
Eternal smiles locked upon their faces
The power of love's outpoured song
No matter the people or races
The love song all boundary erases
Oh sweet lovers we live through you
Of daring places
To be and to be not few
Days until we behold your destiny's traces
Our love is made perfect in yours
No matter the time
Or on distant shores
Song of your outpoured rhyme.
By Tim Kavi
When he came from lands far away
He beheld her grace, glory, and truth
He spoke to her with a final say
As she responded to him in her youth
Of love's outpoured song
Fully spent
For her love he did long
Cupid's arrow fully bent
And ready to be shot
A great iron in the fire
Burning white hot
His desperate song became desire
She responded from afar
With a smile of awareness
Of her bedroom door ajar
While lantern burned of fairness
Her beautiful skin glistened
In the light
Of her lover's song listened
Upon the silvery night
They both sought gentle repose
From the world's wild winds
When they did disclose
Their gentle love to best of friends
Who beheld the mystery
Of two made one
And the resulting liberty
Of love's victory won
Eternal smiles locked upon their faces
The power of love's outpoured song
No matter the people or races
The love song all boundary erases
Oh sweet lovers we live through you
Of daring places
To be and to be not few
Days until we behold your destiny's traces
Our love is made perfect in yours
No matter the time
Or on distant shores
Song of your outpoured rhyme.
Our Mighty Love (Poem)
Our Mighty Love
by Tim Kavi
broken chains
twisting and turning
eternal flames
smoking and burning
trees shaking
complications
earth quaking
birthing nations
across oceans
planets afar
troubled motions
doors shut, doors ajar
weeping tears
long years
nothing can separate us
from our mighty love
steadfast glaciers
molten lava
every bit of flow
nothing in sky above
or earth below
can stop our mighty love
no power in nature
technology made by man or god
can overcome the joint design
of our mighty love
there is
nothing can separate us
from the kiss
of our mighty love
in past we miss
each other
oceans far apart
now there
is surety
of human heart
not one thing exists
can stand between
strong guiding hand
between our love
this unfolding scene
ancient mountains
are moved into the sea
bursting fountains
of purpose
driving you and me
destiny's unfold
will soon
make a way
so bold
into the gentle
arms
of our sweet love
forever rested
then
conflicts
resolved
eternal
happiness
when
our mighty love
knows no bounds.
by Tim Kavi
broken chains
twisting and turning
eternal flames
smoking and burning
trees shaking
complications
earth quaking
birthing nations
across oceans
planets afar
troubled motions
doors shut, doors ajar
weeping tears
long years
nothing can separate us
from our mighty love
steadfast glaciers
molten lava
every bit of flow
nothing in sky above
or earth below
can stop our mighty love
no power in nature
technology made by man or god
can overcome the joint design
of our mighty love
there is
nothing can separate us
from the kiss
of our mighty love
in past we miss
each other
oceans far apart
now there
is surety
of human heart
not one thing exists
can stand between
strong guiding hand
between our love
this unfolding scene
ancient mountains
are moved into the sea
bursting fountains
of purpose
driving you and me
destiny's unfold
will soon
make a way
so bold
into the gentle
arms
of our sweet love
forever rested
then
conflicts
resolved
eternal
happiness
when
our mighty love
knows no bounds.
Dawning the Love Draws You Near (Poem)
Dawning , the Love Draws You Near
by Tim Kavi
Long night
gentle sunrise
dawning
day's light
unfolding
surprise
a true
love
beholding
you
until your joys
are full
bubbling brooks
spring rains
cleansing
rivers
bring
the song's
reprise
until the birds
and all creation
awakes
in your eyes.
by Tim Kavi
Long night
gentle sunrise
dawning
day's light
unfolding
surprise
a true
love
beholding
you
until your joys
are full
bubbling brooks
spring rains
cleansing
rivers
bring
the song's
reprise
until the birds
and all creation
awakes
in your eyes.
Living Breath of Love (Poem) With A Reader's Comments
A reader wrote the below about one of my poems that is published...
I cannot answer her inquiry with a name, other than to say it was a poem about a woman who's love (at the time) I had worried I had lost...
the reader said:
i read some of your poems that you wrote before.one of them i most like.the poem name is "living breath of love".it is very,very plaintive and beautiful!it seems the writer was fell in love deeply and felt helpless. he was waiting hopeless love.who is the lucky lady? does she come back? i have a little envy...just a little...
here' s the poem:
Living Breath of Love
by Tim Kavi
sitting by the window
the frosted pane
all is winter
lovers' bane
cold and gray
wintry day
I am still
missing you
my words move
flow like time
in rhyme
slow like ice
certain as death
in a darkened room
the words
music brings sense to them
as I compose
the words
poetry makes a frame for them
as I prose
the words
fiction plays them out
as I pose
through many masks
to find
my words for you
are the same everywhere
I miss you
I love you
I live my life together
with you
it is OUR life
joined
every minute
every word
is sung
is spoken
across all time
I wait for you
sweet season of change
when I see your face
my heart beats in sync with yours
no man has loved a woman such
as much
as I love you
I will wait for you
to come back
no matter how long it takes
even beyond the end of life
you know I do not lie
it is a pure song
as gentle as the snow falls
each flake unique
made by you and I
nourished by our love
reflected by my memory
of your eyes
and your lips
gently kissing me
as the blizzard's wind blew
my hair
making my nose red
walking quickly
across the frozen river
the words
warming the whole scene
filling the earth with spring
reflected in my eyes
back to yours
simply say
I love you
at winter's departure
you said
"I will be back soon"!
so my eyes fill with tears
all through the years
when I think of you
and your precious breath
breathing life into everything
flowing life
living life
happy life
only with you
touched by you
it lives
I live because of you
your love....
and the living breath of it
as even Spring itself
waits for the arrival of your love.
I cannot answer her inquiry with a name, other than to say it was a poem about a woman who's love (at the time) I had worried I had lost...
the reader said:
i read some of your poems that you wrote before.one of them i most like.the poem name is "living breath of love".it is very,very plaintive and beautiful!it seems the writer was fell in love deeply and felt helpless. he was waiting hopeless love.who is the lucky lady? does she come back? i have a little envy...just a little...
here' s the poem:
Living Breath of Love
by Tim Kavi
sitting by the window
the frosted pane
all is winter
lovers' bane
cold and gray
wintry day
I am still
missing you
my words move
flow like time
in rhyme
slow like ice
certain as death
in a darkened room
the words
music brings sense to them
as I compose
the words
poetry makes a frame for them
as I prose
the words
fiction plays them out
as I pose
through many masks
to find
my words for you
are the same everywhere
I miss you
I love you
I live my life together
with you
it is OUR life
joined
every minute
every word
is sung
is spoken
across all time
I wait for you
sweet season of change
when I see your face
my heart beats in sync with yours
no man has loved a woman such
as much
as I love you
I will wait for you
to come back
no matter how long it takes
even beyond the end of life
you know I do not lie
it is a pure song
as gentle as the snow falls
each flake unique
made by you and I
nourished by our love
reflected by my memory
of your eyes
and your lips
gently kissing me
as the blizzard's wind blew
my hair
making my nose red
walking quickly
across the frozen river
the words
warming the whole scene
filling the earth with spring
reflected in my eyes
back to yours
simply say
I love you
at winter's departure
you said
"I will be back soon"!
so my eyes fill with tears
all through the years
when I think of you
and your precious breath
breathing life into everything
flowing life
living life
happy life
only with you
touched by you
it lives
I live because of you
your love....
and the living breath of it
as even Spring itself
waits for the arrival of your love.
Dreams of Love (Poem) With Commentary
"Dreams of Love"
by Tim Kavi
the searching
yearning
lonely ones
have their natures
haunted by
dreams of love
already those
who have
bravely loved
taste of
loneliness
and longing
sadness and loss
yet, moved by grief
are somehow
climbing back
to risk again
love's relief
searching for
true love
a lost rock
a rolling demise
like Sisyphus
yet knowing
the goddess in you
truly shines...
climbs again
and again
eternal recurrence
Beatrice
Dante's
purgatory shines
out of this hell
your love
always saves.
In the poem "Dreams of Love" I use some western references that makes my poem hard to understand by those from an Eastern culture (like China). Sorry--here my explanation might help you...(although as a Western Lit major you may need no explanation).
Beatrice is the significant female and love influence of Dante Aligheri one of the most significant poets of Italian literature. IN 1290 after her death he wrote La Vita Nuova which reveals the importance of his idealized love FOR HER as the inspiration for most of his works! His book: The Divine Comedy, likely written in or completed by 1315, describes a journey through hell an dpurgatory. I am referring once again as I often do , by using Beatrice, as another example how the power of woman saves a lost and directionless man.
Sisyphus, a greek character from mythology is another example of someone trying to leave hell. He pushes a rock up a hill in hell, getting to the top of a steep hill, only to have it fall down to the bottom again, and he must do it again and gain. Here in my poem, it is the type for someone who broken hearted at love, or searching at love, can ultimately transcend the perceived futility by eventually finding true love!
Readers, you should know this poem isn't about me, it is about those who still struggle to find love and then are rescued by a wonderful love at the moment when they need it the most!
so that is what I meant. of course, readers may look at other examples, or how it affects them...personally may be different from my intent in writing it.
NOTE: This poem is from my collection Emerging Goddess, and remains in my blog by permission of my publisher TiLu Press, LLC. Deleting it from the blog would have left my comments about the poem; lost. (alas maybe they should be lost! LOL)
by Tim Kavi
the searching
yearning
lonely ones
have their natures
haunted by
dreams of love
already those
who have
bravely loved
taste of
loneliness
and longing
sadness and loss
yet, moved by grief
are somehow
climbing back
to risk again
love's relief
searching for
true love
a lost rock
a rolling demise
like Sisyphus
yet knowing
the goddess in you
truly shines...
climbs again
and again
eternal recurrence
Beatrice
Dante's
purgatory shines
out of this hell
your love
always saves.
In the poem "Dreams of Love" I use some western references that makes my poem hard to understand by those from an Eastern culture (like China). Sorry--here my explanation might help you...(although as a Western Lit major you may need no explanation).
Beatrice is the significant female and love influence of Dante Aligheri one of the most significant poets of Italian literature. IN 1290 after her death he wrote La Vita Nuova which reveals the importance of his idealized love FOR HER as the inspiration for most of his works! His book: The Divine Comedy, likely written in or completed by 1315, describes a journey through hell an dpurgatory. I am referring once again as I often do , by using Beatrice, as another example how the power of woman saves a lost and directionless man.
Sisyphus, a greek character from mythology is another example of someone trying to leave hell. He pushes a rock up a hill in hell, getting to the top of a steep hill, only to have it fall down to the bottom again, and he must do it again and gain. Here in my poem, it is the type for someone who broken hearted at love, or searching at love, can ultimately transcend the perceived futility by eventually finding true love!
Readers, you should know this poem isn't about me, it is about those who still struggle to find love and then are rescued by a wonderful love at the moment when they need it the most!
so that is what I meant. of course, readers may look at other examples, or how it affects them...personally may be different from my intent in writing it.
NOTE: This poem is from my collection Emerging Goddess, and remains in my blog by permission of my publisher TiLu Press, LLC. Deleting it from the blog would have left my comments about the poem; lost. (alas maybe they should be lost! LOL)
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