Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2019 6:33pm
6th Dec 2019 6:33pm
Autumn VI: Reincarnation
Autumn has completed her work—
outdoing herself
as she always does
Rain and winds have come
leaving a few straggling leaves
hanging on—
for what
we cannot know
Letting go
does not come easily to some;
they hold on—until they don't
What we learn upon release
is that everything—even death
contains its own divine purpose
~
outdoing herself
as she always does
Rain and winds have come
leaving a few straggling leaves
hanging on—
for what
we cannot know
Letting go
does not come easily to some;
they hold on—until they don't
What we learn upon release
is that everything—even death
contains its own divine purpose
~
#fall
#LifeCycle
#acceptance #metaphor
#acceptance #metaphor
109 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2019 6:56pm
3rd Dec 2019 6:56pm
Christmas of ‘86
Each Thanksgiving
a Christmas Wish insert
sponsored by the United Way
accompanies our county's newspaper—
an opportunity for local ‘Angels'
to ease less-fortunate suffering
Nothing out of the ordinary
appeared from previous years—
a meal, groceries, clothes, toys
firewood, an affordable home
help with utilities, a car
and so forth—
until the request
by an eight-year-old boy—
"A Repair Kit"
He wasn’t wishing
for a brand new...
a Christmas Wish insert
sponsored by the United Way
accompanies our county's newspaper—
an opportunity for local ‘Angels'
to ease less-fortunate suffering
Nothing out of the ordinary
appeared from previous years—
a meal, groceries, clothes, toys
firewood, an affordable home
help with utilities, a car
and so forth—
until the request
by an eight-year-old boy—
"A Repair Kit"
He wasn’t wishing
for a brand new...
#Christmas
#gratitude
144 reads
39 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2019 6:04am
28th Nov 2019 6:04am
All the Years
Being of age, I understand now
why dearly departed elders
spoke so highly of home cooking—
How they could taste Autumn
in a bowl of butternut squash soup
harvested from their own garden—
or smell a campfire
of freshly chopped birch
in an oven-roasted turkey—
witness sunrise dripping
into a rising ocean glass
of freshly squeezed oranges—
feel Love circling the home
in aromas of breakfast casserole
and freshly...
why dearly departed elders
spoke so highly of home cooking—
How they could taste Autumn
in a bowl of butternut squash soup
harvested from their own garden—
or smell a campfire
of freshly chopped birch
in an oven-roasted turkey—
witness sunrise dripping
into a rising ocean glass
of freshly squeezed oranges—
feel Love circling the home
in aromas of breakfast casserole
and freshly...
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#gratitude
#nostalgia
#wisdom
160 reads
38 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Nov 2019 4:23pm
25th Nov 2019 4:23pm
Apples and Oranges
What is war?
Well, it's like an Oreo
and chocolate chip cookie
arguing over whose chocolate tastes better
because they're different;
or, an apple and orange
fighting for control
of the fruit bowl
But why?
Because each one thinks
they’re the fruitiest of the lot
Are they?
Tell me what you think
I think they make me sad
‘cause I like them all so much
See how smart you are?!
Can I have a banana now?
~
Well, it's like an Oreo
and chocolate chip cookie
arguing over whose chocolate tastes better
because they're different;
or, an apple and orange
fighting for control
of the fruit bowl
But why?
Because each one thinks
they’re the fruitiest of the lot
Are they?
Tell me what you think
I think they make me sad
‘cause I like them all so much
See how smart you are?!
Can I have a banana now?
~
#children
#war
#learning
228 reads
40 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2019 5:18pm
23rd Nov 2019 5:18pm
Wisdom Keepers
do not judge human nonsense—
absorb our appreciation instead;
become a generous refuge
under clouds
beside still waters
before rising into the ethers
where zephyrs separate
remaining leaves—
deciduous friends surrendering
to the magnetic pull
of ancestors across the ground—
the crunch of their bones
releasing Autumn’s scent;
find your place and walk it
~
absorb our appreciation instead;
become a generous refuge
under clouds
beside still waters
before rising into the ethers
where zephyrs separate
remaining leaves—
deciduous friends surrendering
to the magnetic pull
of ancestors across the ground—
the crunch of their bones
releasing Autumn’s scent;
find your place and walk it
~
#trees
#fall
#humankind
#philosophical
#wisdom
200 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
19th Nov 2019 11:52pm
The Paste Eater’s Grave
I.
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
In Goldfield, Nevada
there stands a stone-
unknown man
died eating library paste
July 14, 1908
The postmortem examination
revealed he was starved to death—
would have found the mixture sweet:
flour, water, 60% aluminum;
but, an entire jar a deadly treat
The only thing to his name
was a letter addressed to Ross ...
#death
#spiritual
#homelessness
#ignorance
#metaphor
243 reads
31 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2019 2:38pm
15th Nov 2019 2:38pm
Lineal Descent
We are our Bubbies'
granddaughters—
tribal survivors
Never again
will we be imprisoned—
beaten, owned, or raped
But, fight to the death
for our God-given right—
to live as women
~
granddaughters—
tribal survivors
Never again
will we be imprisoned—
beaten, owned, or raped
But, fight to the death
for our God-given right—
to live as women
~
#women
#soldiers
#spiritual
#historical
#rebellion
247 reads
33 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2019 6:04pm
13th Nov 2019 6:04pm
Leaf Song
I have hiked most of my life—
huffed up hills unawares
of the delicate leaf song
when Grandfather Sun
warmed frost on their bones;
as though a tribe of women
kneading bread in the kitchen—
throated hums echoing
methodical hands in rhythm
There are three score years
and a trillion steps under my belt;
yet, was never aware
of their liminal passage rite
unto the Valley of Death
One lifetime is never enough
to learn, nor appreciate it all
~
huffed up hills unawares
of the delicate leaf song
when Grandfather Sun
warmed frost on their bones;
as though a tribe of women
kneading bread in the kitchen—
throated hums echoing
methodical hands in rhythm
There are three score years
and a trillion steps under my belt;
yet, was never aware
of their liminal passage rite
unto the Valley of Death
One lifetime is never enough
to learn, nor appreciate it all
~
#nature
#spiritual
#music
#wisdom
#StreamOfConsciousness
277 reads
52 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2019 2:03pm
5th Nov 2019 2:03pm
Milestone
I.
I turned 60 this morning—finally
3:33 AM—because I couldn’t wait
until sunrise to be born
nor calm weather—
but a storm of magnitude
beating hospital windows;
and noisy generators
restoring power to wards
I was naturally a second child
forced into first position
by the death of a sister
I never had a hometown
nor friends from birth—
we relocated constantly
I've done the marriage thing
followed by divorce, amicably—
continued on...
I turned 60 this morning—finally
3:33 AM—because I couldn’t wait
until sunrise to be born
nor calm weather—
but a storm of magnitude
beating hospital windows;
and noisy generators
restoring power to wards
I was naturally a second child
forced into first position
by the death of a sister
I never had a hometown
nor friends from birth—
we relocated constantly
I've done the marriage thing
followed by divorce, amicably—
continued on...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
363 reads
77 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Oct 2019 10:47pm
29th Oct 2019 10:47pm
The Champion of the World
Those who recognize Love
are lichen to its presence:
particularly poverty—
a pauper in the dell
with a cozy caravan
poached breakfast
and mechanical garage;
a widower unshaped
by societal mold
and a motherless boy eager to learn
is all it took to save the world
despite unbecoming behavior
of a profit monger—
not the Queen's Guard
upholding monarchy rules;
nor barristers in fancy suits—
but, a wealth of togetherness ...
are lichen to its presence:
particularly poverty—
a pauper in the dell
with a cozy caravan
poached breakfast
and mechanical garage;
a widower unshaped
by societal mold
and a motherless boy eager to learn
is all it took to save the world
despite unbecoming behavior
of a profit monger—
not the Queen's Guard
upholding monarchy rules;
nor barristers in fancy suits—
but, a wealth of togetherness ...
#love
#spiritual
#morality #poverty
#morality #poverty
354 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2019 1:09am
26th Oct 2019 1:09am
The Egg Cracker
Visual Dedication
#courage
#friendship
#support
#admiration
#RupiKaur
410 reads
31 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2019 11:24pm
23rd Oct 2019 11:24pm
Autumnal
Beauty will save the world."
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
Despite beliefs we hold
lines we toe—filters
we view through:
deity and political affiliates;
mental illness
or terminal diagnosis
woven into Life’s blueprints
by our own hand. . .
Beauty will save us all;
that alone creates fearlessness
charting lifelong experiences—
and, until Love returns us home
—one by one—it offers Autumn
~
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
Despite beliefs we hold
lines we toe—filters
we view through:
deity and political affiliates;
mental illness
or terminal diagnosis
woven into Life’s blueprints
by our own hand. . .
Beauty will save us all;
that alone creates fearlessness
charting lifelong experiences—
and, until Love returns us home
—one by one—it offers Autumn
~
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle #gratitude
#LifeCycle #gratitude
368 reads
47 Comments
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