Submissions by Ahavati
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 11:05pm
Yesterday 11:05pm
Cherokee Jew
Centuries have passed
since we were discovered
my ancestors extending
offerings of smoke
to strangers in our midst
Ascending to the realm
of Great Spirit, tattooed ringlets:
inked acceptance and peace
forged brotherhood between us
Earth was allocated, homesteads built
each tribe to teach and learn:
hunt for shelter, clothes
grind maize for bread
weave blankets for warmth
What we received in...
since we were discovered
my ancestors extending
offerings of smoke
to strangers in our midst
Ascending to the realm
of Great Spirit, tattooed ringlets:
inked acceptance and peace
forged brotherhood between us
Earth was allocated, homesteads built
each tribe to teach and learn:
hunt for shelter, clothes
grind maize for bread
weave blankets for warmth
What we received in...
#corruption
#peace
#HumanRights #greed
#HumanRights #greed
25 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
Yesterday 1:58am
Yesterday 1:58am
Letters to a Young Poet IX
September 19, 2018
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dear T,
Tonight, muscle covers the stars,
flexing clouds expand condensation into swollen ice crystals; their semi-warmth cooling summer. Soon we shall smell roasted leaves and burnt marshmellows from singed twigs. But, for now it seems a purgatory until the autumn equinox Saturday.
I've found poetry can also be seasonally cyclic. The space between departure and arrival can be arid to frozen. Yet genesis springs from cracked earth just as it survives ice;...
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dear T,
Tonight, muscle covers the stars,
flexing clouds expand condensation into swollen ice crystals; their semi-warmth cooling summer. Soon we shall smell roasted leaves and burnt marshmellows from singed twigs. But, for now it seems a purgatory until the autumn equinox Saturday.
I've found poetry can also be seasonally cyclic. The space between departure and arrival can be arid to frozen. Yet genesis springs from cracked earth just as it survives ice;...
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
33 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2018 1:28am
19th Sep 2018 1:28am
A Gentleman
is not made of riches
or material possessions
strong or perfect physique;
he's trustworthy and loyal
dedicated and dependable
honest and direct
doesn't mean he can't make mistakes
but, accepts responsibility for choices
confesses them openly, never blames
A Gentleman does not play victim
during dire circumstances
befalling his existence:
he maturely adapts--
accepts that which
he cannot change;...
or material possessions
strong or perfect physique;
he's trustworthy and loyal
dedicated and dependable
honest and direct
doesn't mean he can't make mistakes
but, accepts responsibility for choices
confesses them openly, never blames
A Gentleman does not play victim
during dire circumstances
befalling his existence:
he maturely adapts--
accepts that which
he cannot change;...
#admiration
#respect
#heroic #morality
#heroic #morality
107 reads
17 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Sep 2018 1:55am
18th Sep 2018 1:55am
Letters to a Young Poet(ess) VIII
September 15, 2018
Ahavati
Charlotte, North Carolina
Dear A,
I am writing to you amidst an approaching hurricane, Florence, who is currently battering the Carolina's coastal regions with heavy wind and rain. We are expecting 15" by Sunday. She is a slow moving force inching her way across an uncertain path of terrain. The wind is an angry mistress, and the rain a lover's tears upon being dismissed. The rest is breaking chaos we listen to from behind closed shutters and doors.
So many friends were forced to flee...
Ahavati
Charlotte, North Carolina
Dear A,
I am writing to you amidst an approaching hurricane, Florence, who is currently battering the Carolina's coastal regions with heavy wind and rain. We are expecting 15" by Sunday. She is a slow moving force inching her way across an uncertain path of terrain. The wind is an angry mistress, and the rain a lover's tears upon being dismissed. The rest is breaking chaos we listen to from behind closed shutters and doors.
So many friends were forced to flee...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
74 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2018 4:18pm
17th Sep 2018 4:18pm
Living
Point A: Departure
"We do not see things as they are
but as we are.". . .
because we are organically
manufactured
by circumstance, becoming
products of our own environment;
our filters obscure perception
according to individual experience--
until the age of accountability
forces choice upon us:
direction, action, consequence
...
"We do not see things as they are
but as we are.". . .
because we are organically
manufactured
by circumstance, becoming
products of our own environment;
our filters obscure perception
according to individual experience--
until the age of accountability
forces choice upon us:
direction, action, consequence
...
#love
#universe
#peace
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
100 reads
14 Comments
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Published
9th Sep 2018 1:36am
9th Sep 2018 1:36am
Letters to a Young Poet VII
Sept 8, 2018
Ahavati
Boone, North Carolina
Dear T,
I am answering you from a friend's lovely cabin in the blue ridge mountains this weekend. While summer heat lingers, there's also an undercurrent of autumn; an eddy of cleansing flowing down the mountain as water. The local stands are bright with pumpkin and fresh harvest, canned jams and muscadine wine. Friends are gathering to break bread and celebrate the finale of summer. I adore the camaraderie of mountain people.
I am humbled by your message, and wish to convey my deepest...
Ahavati
Boone, North Carolina
Dear T,
I am answering you from a friend's lovely cabin in the blue ridge mountains this weekend. While summer heat lingers, there's also an undercurrent of autumn; an eddy of cleansing flowing down the mountain as water. The local stands are bright with pumpkin and fresh harvest, canned jams and muscadine wine. Friends are gathering to break bread and celebrate the finale of summer. I adore the camaraderie of mountain people.
I am humbled by your message, and wish to convey my deepest...
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
103 reads
3 Comments
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Published
9th Sep 2018 1:29am
9th Sep 2018 1:29am
Letters to a Young Poet VI
September 7, 2018
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dear D,
I am writing from the heat of a southern mountain day after re-reading T.S. Eliot's 'The Wasteland'. Such a beautiful piece of literature. The 'Four Quartets' is seasonably palatable for the emotion, as well as 'The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock'. Have you noticed weather can affect what you read? I lean toward hearthy poetry as summer closes. The imagery of warm morning fires and smell of food in the air, as though harvest has bloomed - not in the fields but the tables.
...
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dear D,
I am writing from the heat of a southern mountain day after re-reading T.S. Eliot's 'The Wasteland'. Such a beautiful piece of literature. The 'Four Quartets' is seasonably palatable for the emotion, as well as 'The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock'. Have you noticed weather can affect what you read? I lean toward hearthy poetry as summer closes. The imagery of warm morning fires and smell of food in the air, as though harvest has bloomed - not in the fields but the tables.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
89 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2018 4:14am
4th Sep 2018 4:14am
Two Things
I prayed for in this life:
to trust another human
and to be loved by one
for loving another is easy
all it takes is control
but to be loved, ah . . .
that is letting go
When a prayer or two
have been answered
two things enter my mind:
What now;
am I going to die
because I'm finally happy
Yet, I'm still alive
living moment to moment
doing the next one or two things
on my daily...
to trust another human
and to be loved by one
for loving another is easy
all it takes is control
but to be loved, ah . . .
that is letting go
When a prayer or two
have been answered
two things enter my mind:
What now;
am I going to die
because I'm finally happy
Yet, I'm still alive
living moment to moment
doing the next one or two things
on my daily...
#love
#dreams
#universe
#faith
#spiritual
151 reads
13 Comments
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Published
3rd Sep 2018 9:29pm
3rd Sep 2018 9:29pm
Letters to a Young Poet V
September 3, 2018
Chimney Rock
North Carolina
My Dearest J,
Despite being beautiful here, I must admit holidays completely dominate the peaceful serenity of mountain life. The shop owners are preparing for winter, when only locals will be able to access privately. Words and stories will flow freely in truth without worry about upsetting misplaced sensibilities of a majority of tourists. It's not that we're antisocial or unwelcoming to the stranger; we're furthest from that. Visitors to these parts don't seem to understand...
Chimney Rock
North Carolina
My Dearest J,
Despite being beautiful here, I must admit holidays completely dominate the peaceful serenity of mountain life. The shop owners are preparing for winter, when only locals will be able to access privately. Words and stories will flow freely in truth without worry about upsetting misplaced sensibilities of a majority of tourists. It's not that we're antisocial or unwelcoming to the stranger; we're furthest from that. Visitors to these parts don't seem to understand...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
105 reads
4 Comments
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Published
2nd Sep 2018 4:17pm
2nd Sep 2018 4:17pm
Letters to a Young Poet(ess) IV
September 2, 2018
Ahavati
Lake Lure, North Carolina
Dearest Elena,
I wish you could experience the energy of the blue ridge mountains in their summer finale. Everything is lush, yet thinning its grip on the humidity so prevalent in the south. A myriad of green is altering shades according to their impending autumn wardrobe, now in the final stages of production. Soon the curtain will rise, and thousands will migrate here from all over the world to witness the spectacular carnival of color that cannot be described with words, only...
Ahavati
Lake Lure, North Carolina
Dearest Elena,
I wish you could experience the energy of the blue ridge mountains in their summer finale. Everything is lush, yet thinning its grip on the humidity so prevalent in the south. A myriad of green is altering shades according to their impending autumn wardrobe, now in the final stages of production. Soon the curtain will rise, and thousands will migrate here from all over the world to witness the spectacular carnival of color that cannot be described with words, only...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
121 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2018 7:36pm
1st Sep 2018 7:36pm
Cobalt Blue
Starry Starry Night
how hard you fuel
their fiery soul;
blue-black backdrop
a feathered crow
glimmering in the moon;
One hundred thousand
million stars, unspooled
amid a fabric bolt
of endless cobalt blue
Starry Starry Night
how your brush
ensnaring space ...
how hard you fuel
their fiery soul;
blue-black backdrop
a feathered crow
glimmering in the moon;
One hundred thousand
million stars, unspooled
amid a fabric bolt
of endless cobalt blue
Starry Starry Night
how your brush
ensnaring space ...
#universe
#stars
#night #astronomy
#night #astronomy
110 reads
15 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2018 6:51pm
31st Aug 2018 6:51pm
Letters to a Young Poet(ess) III
August 31, 2018
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dearest Duende,
I am writing amidst a beautiful view of the blue ridge mountains; I'll enclose a post card so you may enjoy the same while reading. Currently a hint of change permeates the trees, as though whispering vibrations of color they will cyclically attract: golden ocher, burnt sienna, cadmium lemon, raw umber, alizerin crimson. Soon they will don Joseph's coat of many colors quilted as far as the eye can see - before releasing slowly,...
Ahavati
Cherokee, North Carolina
Dearest Duende,
I am writing amidst a beautiful view of the blue ridge mountains; I'll enclose a post card so you may enjoy the same while reading. Currently a hint of change permeates the trees, as though whispering vibrations of color they will cyclically attract: golden ocher, burnt sienna, cadmium lemon, raw umber, alizerin crimson. Soon they will don Joseph's coat of many colors quilted as far as the eye can see - before releasing slowly,...
#LifeAsAWriter
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
131 reads
6 Comments
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