Submissions by Ahavati (Tams)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't make me take my pearls off.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
Broken-record
I.
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
#magic
#pagan
#universe #witches
#universe #witches
143 reads
22 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2024 4:01pm
6th Nov 2024 4:01pm
Equal to
My birthday has become
a time of giving and serving
It's an exchange of gratitude
for another year of living
What better way to share
than providing a home
for a rescue kitty
who needed to be loved
Isn't that true for all of us
“And, in the end
The love you take
is equal to the love you make.”
a time of giving and serving
It's an exchange of gratitude
for another year of living
What better way to share
than providing a home
for a rescue kitty
who needed to be loved
Isn't that true for all of us
“And, in the end
The love you take
is equal to the love you make.”
#animals
#birthday
#cats #love
#cats #love
192 reads
24 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
3rd Oct 2024 4:38pm
Sacred Dust
In moonlight’s glow
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
and shadows grey
wafting incense
and cleansing sage
a coarsen circle of salt
seals shut the gate
A potion of spells
begins to take hold
a Life-force of energy
emanating Love
Transcendental planets
begin to align—
Uranus, Neptune
and Pluto by design
The binds of ancient portals
release their sacred lock
Spirits of our Ancestors
beyond the veil come forth
Incandescent bodies of light
illuminate the hour
Ashes of Earth begin to rise ...
#magic
#pagan
#witches
377 reads
31 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2024 1:12pm
15th Sep 2024 1:12pm
Earthlings
In the quiet dawn of an Earthling
when shadows bled with light
we emerged as storm and calm
from oceanic depths
to Zepher heights
Carving our desires
into mountainsides, we climb
with slippery feet and bloody hands
wishing to grasp eternity
in a single grain of sand
We are canyon echoes
rivers tracing invisible lines
across our face
heartbeats of a thousand stories
written in linear time
under Universal grace
Our depths hold savage
and...
when shadows bled with light
we emerged as storm and calm
from oceanic depths
to Zepher heights
Carving our desires
into mountainsides, we climb
with slippery feet and bloody hands
wishing to grasp eternity
in a single grain of sand
We are canyon echoes
rivers tracing invisible lines
across our face
heartbeats of a thousand stories
written in linear time
under Universal grace
Our depths hold savage
and...
#earth
#evolution
#shadows #universe
#shadows #universe
414 reads
26 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2024 00:00am
9th Sep 2024 00:00am
Winter's Prose
In autumn's glow, the world begins to rest
And amber leaves descend in weathered flight
The summer's heat now finds a gentler quest
As chilly winds chase the lingering light
The trees, donning their robes of ember gold
Stand sentinel against the waning sun
Their branches reach with tales of seasons old
While shadows stretch as days are nearly done
The air is crisp, a breath of frost and pine
As harvests yield their bounty to the earth
The twilight hours in muted hues align
And nightfall's calm descends with...
And amber leaves descend in weathered flight
The summer's heat now finds a gentler quest
As chilly winds chase the lingering light
The trees, donning their robes of ember gold
Stand sentinel against the waning sun
Their branches reach with tales of seasons old
While shadows stretch as days are nearly done
The air is crisp, a breath of frost and pine
As harvests yield their bounty to the earth
The twilight hours in muted hues align
And nightfall's calm descends with...
#fall
#LifeCycle
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
453 reads
33 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2024 5:22pm
18th Aug 2024 5:22pm
Scorpius
What is to give light must endure burning.
~ Victor Frankl
Poems like this are thought dangerous
born of blood, bone
and scorched-feathers
of smoldering ash
stirring the heat
striking the sweat
before spreading wings
to ascend
Dig up an underworld
of hidden truth
beneath the rock of its heart
because poems
like this are thought dangerous
their eyes turning
to the sun
surrendering
earthen words
weathered by war ...
~ Victor Frankl
Poems like this are thought dangerous
born of blood, bone
and scorched-feathers
of smoldering ash
stirring the heat
striking the sweat
before spreading wings
to ascend
Dig up an underworld
of hidden truth
beneath the rock of its heart
because poems
like this are thought dangerous
their eyes turning
to the sun
surrendering
earthen words
weathered by war ...
#astrology
#spiritual
430 reads
25 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2024 1:52am
16th Aug 2024 1:52am
Mother-Wound
I.
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
almost double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my...
I have been blessed
with time
but find it difficult
to believe
I have been alive
almost double-over the years
my mother lived
We were not close
before she gave up the ghost
and having matured
through deep introspection
I came to know the whys
of the mother-wound
She was only 14
when she married
my father, who was 16—
normal for that period of time
Their love story was great
and lasted 20 years
ending the year
my...
#dreams
#family
#mother
#spiritual
#confessional
419 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2024 4:46pm
4th Aug 2024 4:46pm
Childling
There is a time in a child's life
when we realize
they are no longer a child
Wasn't I just in the delivery room
yesterday afternoon?
A beam of light
outlines a young man
no longer a little boy
and a hard realization
that change is coming
all too soon
In less than two years
he will be driving
in less than four
he will be graduating
We are destined
to ask ourselves
if we did the best we could
with the time we had
If we loved enough
if we guided in...
when we realize
they are no longer a child
Wasn't I just in the delivery room
yesterday afternoon?
A beam of light
outlines a young man
no longer a little boy
and a hard realization
that change is coming
all too soon
In less than two years
he will be driving
in less than four
he will be graduating
We are destined
to ask ourselves
if we did the best we could
with the time we had
If we loved enough
if we guided in...
#childhood
#children
424 reads
28 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2024 10:54pm
20th Jul 2024 10:54pm
The Night Before
You pay attention long enough
keep your ears open
and mouth shut
there will be truths
that haunt you
as ghosts
You’ll be in a grocery store
or a social gathering
and such a truth emerges
wrapping around your ear canal
until the tunnel of listening
begins to close
No one you know
will be able to reach
the deepest chamber of your heart
sitting amid all that silence
She leans over and says
"Such a shame, isn’t it?
But you know
it’s not the gun’s fault ...
keep your ears open
and mouth shut
there will be truths
that haunt you
as ghosts
You’ll be in a grocery store
or a social gathering
and such a truth emerges
wrapping around your ear canal
until the tunnel of listening
begins to close
No one you know
will be able to reach
the deepest chamber of your heart
sitting amid all that silence
She leans over and says
"Such a shame, isn’t it?
But you know
it’s not the gun’s fault ...
#GunControl
#suicide
540 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2024 4:57pm
4th Jul 2024 4:57pm
Independence Day
I.
The kick of equality
across a continent
and a dose of
What. The. Fuck
does not match
the Q&A quiz
I took at 18
when I could finally vote
"What can you not stand, Tammy?"
"Hypocrisy."
Yet -
here it is—mangy hair
matted to the scalp,
shoveling the ground
to bury bones of truth
every passing moment
Its lids barely hang
by the teeth of its skin
blocking its eyesight
to democracy
dragging all that weight
killing off the last...
The kick of equality
across a continent
and a dose of
What. The. Fuck
does not match
the Q&A quiz
I took at 18
when I could finally vote
"What can you not stand, Tammy?"
"Hypocrisy."
Yet -
here it is—mangy hair
matted to the scalp,
shoveling the ground
to bury bones of truth
every passing moment
Its lids barely hang
by the teeth of its skin
blocking its eyesight
to democracy
dragging all that weight
killing off the last...
#corruption
#greed
#HumanRights
#hypocrisy
#inequality
517 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2024 4:58pm
22nd Jun 2024 4:58pm
Dryad I
At the stroke of midnight
with the full Moon hanging low
I was blinded by the light
no doubt flooding my brow
But there was more to this night
than I expected to see
moving beyond the shadows
to reveal himself to me
I've always felt truly blessed
at the presence of various Dryads
posing for my camera lens
in wooded and dense areas
Were it not so shadow-dark
and he not backlit by the light
I'm sure I'd have seen his face
and perhaps recognized ...
with the full Moon hanging low
I was blinded by the light
no doubt flooding my brow
But there was more to this night
than I expected to see
moving beyond the shadows
to reveal himself to me
I've always felt truly blessed
at the presence of various Dryads
posing for my camera lens
in wooded and dense areas
Were it not so shadow-dark
and he not backlit by the light
I'm sure I'd have seen his face
and perhaps recognized ...
#spiritual
493 reads
30 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2024 2:13am
10th Jun 2024 2:13am
With Eyes to See
Beyond the orange lid of my eyes
lies a summer sunrise
sticky as an egg yoke
ready to burst
The mountain’s silhouette
becomes outlined in neon red
Across this distant room
my cat purrs
In her dreams
she is once again Egyptian
a goddess worshiped
by thin fingers of light
through the window
stroking her calico fur
Outside, a cacophony of birds
break the stillness
I know each voice by heart
Squirrels scold one another...
lies a summer sunrise
sticky as an egg yoke
ready to burst
The mountain’s silhouette
becomes outlined in neon red
Across this distant room
my cat purrs
In her dreams
she is once again Egyptian
a goddess worshiped
by thin fingers of light
through the window
stroking her calico fur
Outside, a cacophony of birds
break the stillness
I know each voice by heart
Squirrels scold one another...
#magic
#spiritual
#universe
578 reads
31 Comments
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