Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco
SELF POEM
Published
20th Sep 2021 4:09am
20th Sep 2021 4:09am
Ephah
It's late
I want to write
I don't want to read
nor scry
I don't want to design
consumeristic graphics
I simply want words
to emerge as the Moon
from behind clouds
illuminating the field
while I, as Ruth, glean
what's left behind
before threshing
the miniscule amount
into an ephah of poem
to carry home
~
I want to write
I don't want to read
nor scry
I don't want to design
consumeristic graphics
I simply want words
to emerge as the Moon
from behind clouds
illuminating the field
while I, as Ruth, glean
what's left behind
before threshing
the miniscule amount
into an ephah of poem
to carry home
~
#moon
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
159 reads
28 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2021 12:36pm
11th Sep 2021 12:36pm
Americans
need a tragedy
to unite—it's been proven
throughout history
We say, "No day
shall erase you
from the memory
of time."
And yet, it has
~
to unite—it's been proven
throughout history
We say, "No day
shall erase you
from the memory
of time."
And yet, it has
~
#minimalist
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2021 5:30pm
9th Sep 2021 5:30pm
Maybe
There is no representation
for the Four-Footed
at any sovereign table;
neither is there a place
for the Feathered-Wing
to perch, void from bullet;
nor Finned-Fish to swim
free of baited hooks;
or, Earthen-Heartbeat
to drum her voice
Man considers himself
superior, but we are not
separate from Nature
One day we'll understand
that we occupy space
as everything in Creation
And, as everything in Creation
are just as susceptible
to...
for the Four-Footed
at any sovereign table;
neither is there a place
for the Feathered-Wing
to perch, void from bullet;
nor Finned-Fish to swim
free of baited hooks;
or, Earthen-Heartbeat
to drum her voice
Man considers himself
superior, but we are not
separate from Nature
One day we'll understand
that we occupy space
as everything in Creation
And, as everything in Creation
are just as susceptible
to...
#earth
#universe
#environment
#pollution
#nature
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34 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2021 2:02am
24th Aug 2021 2:02am
The Circle Game
( After Margaret Atwood )
i
A ringing recess bell—
a door spilling children
onto the playground
as ants fleeing a colony
Each pair of feet
contradict the direction
of the former set
until they encase monkey bars
merry-go-rounds
teeter-totters
slides
Most are carefree, but
not all feel the song;
the moving of joy
as blood and freedom's
marrow hardening their bones
Loners, outcasts
introverts, their faces
hollow wells of fear
cold and deep spaces ...
i
A ringing recess bell—
a door spilling children
onto the playground
as ants fleeing a colony
Each pair of feet
contradict the direction
of the former set
until they encase monkey bars
merry-go-rounds
teeter-totters
slides
Most are carefree, but
not all feel the song;
the moving of joy
as blood and freedom's
marrow hardening their bones
Loners, outcasts
introverts, their faces
hollow wells of fear
cold and deep spaces ...
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#MargaretAtwood
189 reads
31 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2021 4:34pm
4th Aug 2021 4:34pm
Old Love
is knowledgeable and wise;
it didn't allow bitterness
to strangle out Life;
but, weeded
its garden instead
Old Love
has experienced pain,
healed inflicted wounds
by lovers and friends
and cherishes
each moment it lives
without regret
Old Love
isn't afraid to try—
it doesn't lock away its heart
because it knows
even through loss
it will survive
~
it didn't allow bitterness
to strangle out Life;
but, weeded
its garden instead
Old Love
has experienced pain,
healed inflicted wounds
by lovers and friends
and cherishes
each moment it lives
without regret
Old Love
isn't afraid to try—
it doesn't lock away its heart
because it knows
even through loss
it will survive
~
#love
#relationships
#spiritual #aging
#spiritual #aging
190 reads
39 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2021 7:09pm
23rd Jul 2021 7:09pm
Chivalrous
July Submission
#erotic
#sensual
#sexy
227 reads
11 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2021 7:18pm
20th Jul 2021 7:18pm
The Struggle is Real Sometimes, Brother
Or so it's what I choose to believe,
clearing all those hurdles of contrast
nonchalantly blocking our way.
Go around! Rise above! Dig under!
some would say; in all honesty. . .
I've ignorantly advised the same.
But, there are times mountain heights
are too much for fledgling wings—
not to mention bordering ravines,
their eager throats swallowing missteps;
and, don't discount the solid-rock base
bending the sharpest shovel's blade.
No, not all advice is sound nor sage;
'maybe...
clearing all those hurdles of contrast
nonchalantly blocking our way.
Go around! Rise above! Dig under!
some would say; in all honesty. . .
I've ignorantly advised the same.
But, there are times mountain heights
are too much for fledgling wings—
not to mention bordering ravines,
their eager throats swallowing missteps;
and, don't discount the solid-rock base
bending the sharpest shovel's blade.
No, not all advice is sound nor sage;
'maybe...
#universe
#faith
#spiritual
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28 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2021 3:05am
6th Jul 2021 3:05am
'Tis All for the Best; ( Villanelle )
( After W. H. Auden )
I would say nothing like I told you so *,
Despite knowing the course your choices take;
Because I cannot interfere, you know.
Tis pointless inventorying your escrow:
Aware of outcomes, before it's too late;
'Tis all for the best; it ensures your growth.
There is no future that isn't malleable,
No nightmare exists, which you cannot wake;
Because I cannot interfere, you know.
The signs are there, in the spiritual world,
Glints of light, whispers, nudges as you play;
'Tis...
I would say nothing like I told you so *,
Despite knowing the course your choices take;
Because I cannot interfere, you know.
Tis pointless inventorying your escrow:
Aware of outcomes, before it's too late;
'Tis all for the best; it ensures your growth.
There is no future that isn't malleable,
No nightmare exists, which you cannot wake;
Because I cannot interfere, you know.
The signs are there, in the spiritual world,
Glints of light, whispers, nudges as you play;
'Tis...
#childhood
#spiritual
#philosophical
#wisdom
#WHAuden
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28 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jul 2021 3:42am
5th Jul 2021 3:42am
When I Am Gone
( After William Butler Yeats
for WH Auden )
When I am gone, euthanized by days' end,
My physical housing no longer apt;
And you, by water's edge, grieving, enrapt
Of moments, lingering as perfumed skin;
Eyes reflect greyish waters of the stream,
with teeth, white as river rock, sun-bleached
Atop the sandy current's countenance;
Flaxen hair, as sea grass in a marine,
Waving; and amid the reflection see
A clear resemblance: features that are yours,
Drifting within...
for WH Auden )
When I am gone, euthanized by days' end,
My physical housing no longer apt;
And you, by water's edge, grieving, enrapt
Of moments, lingering as perfumed skin;
Eyes reflect greyish waters of the stream,
with teeth, white as river rock, sun-bleached
Atop the sandy current's countenance;
Flaxen hair, as sea grass in a marine,
Waving; and amid the reflection see
A clear resemblance: features that are yours,
Drifting within...
#love
#grief
#death
#WilliamButlerYeats
#WHAuden
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29 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2021 3:21am
2nd Jul 2021 3:21am
For Physicists
( After Margaret Atwood )
Before the embryo
that multicellular organism
something cracked—
the egg, wafting
as cottonwood
suspended
within
a deeply folded
mucosal surface.
A precursor of cells
differentiating themselves
into angioblasts,
giving rise
to a formation;
roadmaps of vessels
and stem cells
segregating
into elements.
One ellele
from each parent
contains every ancestor's DNA
before us; conjoined
manufactures
its own blood and cells
to...
Before the embryo
that multicellular organism
something cracked—
the egg, wafting
as cottonwood
suspended
within
a deeply folded
mucosal surface.
A precursor of cells
differentiating themselves
into angioblasts,
giving rise
to a formation;
roadmaps of vessels
and stem cells
segregating
into elements.
One ellele
from each parent
contains every ancestor's DNA
before us; conjoined
manufactures
its own blood and cells
to...
#spiritual
#historical
#MargaretAtwood
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22 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2021 4:35pm
21st Jun 2021 4:35pm
Forged
The fire forces you
from within;
Answers you find
within
From fire are we forged
a phoenix of shadow-self
shape-shifting between
the sharp aperture
of a hawk's eye
We stalk shadows
stealthily
preying upon movement
beyond
our innate (in)sight
We reach
for its contour—
that outer lining
eschewing the cusp
of light
We yearn for comfort
the way of rock—
letting go
granual
by granual;
the language of the pond—
a frog's vowels ...
from within;
Answers you find
within
From fire are we forged
a phoenix of shadow-self
shape-shifting between
the sharp aperture
of a hawk's eye
We stalk shadows
stealthily
preying upon movement
beyond
our innate (in)sight
We reach
for its contour—
that outer lining
eschewing the cusp
of light
We yearn for comfort
the way of rock—
letting go
granual
by granual;
the language of the pond—
a frog's vowels ...
#earth
#universe
#moon #spiritual
#moon #spiritual
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13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jun 2021 5:01am
20th Jun 2021 5:01am
The Miller's Tale ( Pushkin Sonnet )
Young housewives—dark thrills inspire them;
but, when pressed for action doth feign
virtue against a parish man,
while bedding a more nobler Cane.
Ye husbands! heed this chronicle!
When deceit doth snake full circle
seeking to utterly deceive,
truth can be too hard to believe.
The poor husband, an innocent,
reputable among town folk,
unwittingly becomes a joke
in the sinner's moral dissent!
The husband prays for a godsend;
The parishioner! He's a...
but, when pressed for action doth feign
virtue against a parish man,
while bedding a more nobler Cane.
Ye husbands! heed this chronicle!
When deceit doth snake full circle
seeking to utterly deceive,
truth can be too hard to believe.
The poor husband, an innocent,
reputable among town folk,
unwittingly becomes a joke
in the sinner's moral dissent!
The husband prays for a godsend;
The parishioner! He's a...
#secrets
#betrayal
#parody
#satirical
#sonnet
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22 Comments
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