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Ahavati
Published
26th Jan 2020 2:59pm
26th Jan 2020 2:59pm
White Windows
I’m not easy to love;
I work too much
—my mind drifts—
inclined to deep focus
forgoing rest, balance;
but, you effortlessly allot
distance to do what I enjoy
—minus stipulation—
whatever makes me happy
in that particular moment
without condition
Our time will come;
and, you’ll be there
If not, it’ll be painless
shaping space for your freedom
—beyond expectation—
whatever makes you...
I work too much
—my mind drifts—
inclined to deep focus
forgoing rest, balance;
but, you effortlessly allot
distance to do what I enjoy
—minus stipulation—
whatever makes me happy
in that particular moment
without condition
Our time will come;
and, you’ll be there
If not, it’ll be painless
shaping space for your freedom
—beyond expectation—
whatever makes you...
#love
#relationships
#historical
#philosophical
#wisdom
307 reads
59 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
25th Jan 2020 7:58am
25th Jan 2020 7:58am
Heart of Gold
A forbidden kind of magic lies,
Hidden behind her tragic eyes.
Great lids of sorrow, heavy, hide
The treasure buried deep inside.
A heart of gold within her chest,
'Neath silken sheets, upon her breast,
And I possess the perfect key—
She opens her precious heart to me!
Hidden behind her tragic eyes.
Great lids of sorrow, heavy, hide
The treasure buried deep inside.
A heart of gold within her chest,
'Neath silken sheets, upon her breast,
And I possess the perfect key—
She opens her precious heart to me!
#happiness
#love
#lover
#honesty
#magic
212 reads
48 Comments
Ahavati
Published
10th Feb 2020 2:03pm
10th Feb 2020 2:03pm
mas·cu·lin·i·ty
Visual entry. . .
#kindness
#men
#humankind
#gratitude
#masculinity
179 reads
42 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
7th Feb 2020 00:23am
7th Feb 2020 00:23am
Poetry, To Me
Never failing to destroy
Beautiful things and opportunities,
With these tactics I employ,
I've never fit into communities.
I was always a little eccentric,
A wee bit different from the rest,
Maybe even slightly egocentric;
I could never pass the test.
I'm not a social butterfly,
In fact, I struggle with relationships;
Sometimes I even wonder why...
Why bother with the pain of it?
I just can't seem to keep a friend,
Always failing every expectation;
So...
Beautiful things and opportunities,
With these tactics I employ,
I've never fit into communities.
I was always a little eccentric,
A wee bit different from the rest,
Maybe even slightly egocentric;
I could never pass the test.
I'm not a social butterfly,
In fact, I struggle with relationships;
Sometimes I even wonder why...
Why bother with the pain of it?
I just can't seem to keep a friend,
Always failing every expectation;
So...
#love
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfWorth
176 reads
30 Comments
Ahavati
Published
3rd Feb 2020 3:33pm
3rd Feb 2020 3:33pm
The Old Dog
( After Stevie Smith )
The sun-warmed porch,
its faded wood absorbing heat
under this arthritic skeleton—
once a conqueror of meadows
and dawn hunting parties.
I listen to my mistress
praise cardinals in winter
with a neighbor, again;
O! how pretty in snow!
You know—
it’s a deceased loved one,
visiting us now!
I curl up, unseen,
forgotten in age, think. . .
Ah! to be admired again—
a conquistador of duck
fox, and...
The sun-warmed porch,
its faded wood absorbing heat
under this arthritic skeleton—
once a conqueror of meadows
and dawn hunting parties.
I listen to my mistress
praise cardinals in winter
with a neighbor, again;
O! how pretty in snow!
You know—
it’s a deceased loved one,
visiting us now!
I curl up, unseen,
forgotten in age, think. . .
Ah! to be admired again—
a conquistador of duck
fox, and...
#dreams
#dogs
#animals #birds
#animals #birds
212 reads
36 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
1st Feb 2020 3:52am
1st Feb 2020 3:52am
The Perfect Love
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation."
~ Osho
Love is not a possession,
Or an object of obsession;
It is selfless, never selfish,
Understanding, never jealous.
It is caring, and non-intrusive,
It's not too daring or elusive;
It's forgiving, always giving,
Never hissing, never hitting.
It's an expression of appreciation, ...
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation."
~ Osho
Love is not a possession,
Or an object of obsession;
It is selfless, never selfish,
Understanding, never jealous.
It is caring, and non-intrusive,
It's not too daring or elusive;
It's forgiving, always giving,
Never hissing, never hitting.
It's an expression of appreciation, ...
#love
#kindness
#beauty
#patience
#passion
238 reads
28 Comments
Ahavati
Published
14th Feb 2020 11:36am
14th Feb 2020 11:36am
My Chosen Valentine
Protecting ourselves
is the natural response
to a Universe of experience:
stories we don’t tell—
scars we won’t reveal
hidden vulnerabilities
Choose Love anyway;
it purges negativity—
not that of a judge or critic
taking offense at storms
blowing back in their face;
but, from your own heart
Empty your innermost coffers
as a gift to others—
then refill for yourself
Balance is the footpath
of Universal Love
~
is the natural response
to a Universe of experience:
stories we don’t tell—
scars we won’t reveal
hidden vulnerabilities
Choose Love anyway;
it purges negativity—
not that of a judge or critic
taking offense at storms
blowing back in their face;
but, from your own heart
Empty your innermost coffers
as a gift to others—
then refill for yourself
Balance is the footpath
of Universal Love
~
#love
#ValentinesDay
#Taoism
#philosophical
#wisdom
154 reads
35 Comments
Ahavati
Published
18th Feb 2020 3:34pm
18th Feb 2020 3:34pm
by design
because the poem
summoned me—
dictated my being
through (syn)tactical meaning;
what I mean is—
I am here, stationed
for poetry
I am not a socialite
or the next internet notch
on a headboard, belt
tattooed chest—
I am not a counselor
advice columnist
gossip-monger
politician, nor expert
in anything—
not even the poem
because it's in control—
not me, and can make you believe
you're the only poet worthy;
it can desert you, royally ...
summoned me—
dictated my being
through (syn)tactical meaning;
what I mean is—
I am here, stationed
for poetry
I am not a socialite
or the next internet notch
on a headboard, belt
tattooed chest—
I am not a counselor
advice columnist
gossip-monger
politician, nor expert
in anything—
not even the poem
because it's in control—
not me, and can make you believe
you're the only poet worthy;
it can desert you, royally ...
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #metaphor
#WritingPoetry #metaphor
108 reads
24 Comments
Ahavati
Published
9th Feb 2020 2:35pm
9th Feb 2020 2:35pm
The Age of Aquarius
Visual Gift
#love
#BestFriend
#universe
#astrology
#spiritual
175 reads
31 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
29th Jan 2020 7:51am
29th Jan 2020 7:51am
The Fabric Of Her
Adventurous and excitable,
Spontaneous and sweet;
So irresistibly desirable,
With a taste that can't be beat!
She's awesome and spectacular,
Not a phrase exists to describe her love;
Defying every vernacular,
A gracious gift from God above.
Her love, to me, so tender,
Serving as a sweet surrender;
Rose-colored memories are rendered,
By the fire's crackling embers.
Her touch, so gentle on my skin,
Lips pressed softly on my own,
Resounding ripples deep within,
Shake foundations laid in stone.
...
Spontaneous and sweet;
So irresistibly desirable,
With a taste that can't be beat!
She's awesome and spectacular,
Not a phrase exists to describe her love;
Defying every vernacular,
A gracious gift from God above.
Her love, to me, so tender,
Serving as a sweet surrender;
Rose-colored memories are rendered,
By the fire's crackling embers.
Her touch, so gentle on my skin,
Lips pressed softly on my own,
Resounding ripples deep within,
Shake foundations laid in stone.
...
#love
#romantic
#fire
#lover
#passion
218 reads
25 Comments
DanielChristensen
Published
10th Feb 2020 2:32am
10th Feb 2020 2:32am
For Ethan
A single, thin
Cloud
Draws
A lambent
Brow,
Across the
Moon
Empty bottles
Chitter
Before a barback's
Broom,
Echoing, somewhere,
Beyond
View
70's rock
Spills its
Bawdy
Throat,
Onto the
Avenues
Spirit,
In subtle,
Profound,
Frenetic
Vibration
I feel,
All around
And
Everything
Your open
Hand,
Reaching
Across
Cloud
Draws
A lambent
Brow,
Across the
Moon
Empty bottles
Chitter
Before a barback's
Broom,
Echoing, somewhere,
Beyond
View
70's rock
Spills its
Bawdy
Throat,
Onto the
Avenues
Spirit,
In subtle,
Profound,
Frenetic
Vibration
I feel,
All around
And
Everything
Your open
Hand,
Reaching
Across
#friendship
#admiration
#minimalist
125 reads
18 Comments
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