Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Blazing the Poetic Trail of Life & Love with JohnnyBlaze. 💜💏
LOVE POEM
Published
Yesterday 10:04am
Yesterday 10:04am
My Dearest Valentine
When all the poems
of this story have been written
and our dreams dreamt
without expectation
nothing shall prevent
the remembering of Us
in rich gratitude
having loved and been loved.
When our Spirits divert
between that fork of death
and this physical legacy
is no more than poetics
we will think fondly
with our final breath— ...
of this story have been written
and our dreams dreamt
without expectation
nothing shall prevent
the remembering of Us
in rich gratitude
having loved and been loved.
When our Spirits divert
between that fork of death
and this physical legacy
is no more than poetics
we will think fondly
with our final breath— ...
#love
#universe
#rebirth
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
78 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2019 5:35pm
13th Feb 2019 5:35pm
Congressional Women in White
Before conception and gender,
there were cosmic forces
present and unproblematic
to our initiation and reception.
I currently relate as a female
but, on the scale of lifetimes
and solitary soul journey
of accumulated experience
I understand gender as a changeling.
Sometimes, we are created
balanced in both:
one sculpted on the outside
the other from the solar plexus.
We are yin and...
there were cosmic forces
present and unproblematic
to our initiation and reception.
I currently relate as a female
but, on the scale of lifetimes
and solitary soul journey
of accumulated experience
I understand gender as a changeling.
Sometimes, we are created
balanced in both:
one sculpted on the outside
the other from the solar plexus.
We are yin and...
#women
#men
#universe #philosophical
#universe #philosophical
51 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2019 4:44am
10th Feb 2019 4:44am
Bushido
Perceive that which cannot be seen
with the eye ~ Miyamoto Mushashi
Bushidō does not quilt needles of bone
into a deep olive battleground
unprovoked; nor is it an acquisition
of robust spoils for the champion.
Neither is it a lavish banquet
encrusted with the delicacies
of an ancient Asiatic ritual,
or salty Mediterranean basin:
its sun, sea, and olive treeline.
Bushidō is old and mythic...
with the eye ~ Miyamoto Mushashi
Bushidō does not quilt needles of bone
into a deep olive battleground
unprovoked; nor is it an acquisition
of robust spoils for the champion.
Neither is it a lavish banquet
encrusted with the delicacies
of an ancient Asiatic ritual,
or salty Mediterranean basin:
its sun, sea, and olive treeline.
Bushidō is old and mythic...
#love
#death
#honesty
#historical
#morality
86 reads
17 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2019 9:26pm
3rd Feb 2019 9:26pm
Recurrent
Birds call with spring
in tongues
humans cannot understand
but interpret still.
The heart is not deaf;
winter will end
its frigid dominance.
In absence of warmth
we experience belief—
like seeing only the hour
of sun to rise from rest;
as that egret alighting
from the eastern pond.
I never want to leave home;
your own being—
it is no less than pure
within me . . .
as all seasons are.
~
in tongues
humans cannot understand
but interpret still.
The heart is not deaf;
winter will end
its frigid dominance.
In absence of warmth
we experience belief—
like seeing only the hour
of sun to rise from rest;
as that egret alighting
from the eastern pond.
I never want to leave home;
your own being—
it is no less than pure
within me . . .
as all seasons are.
~
#love
#winter
#spring
#spiritual
#metaphor
150 reads
19 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2019 2:24pm
3rd Feb 2019 2:24pm
The Fear ( After Pablo Neruda )
We are not naturally afraid of darkness;
we gestate within it, our eyes unclear
thriving in gelatinous sockets of growth—
it is birth that dilates pupils to fear.
Abuse, its steel toe boot cracking the teeth
of our solar plexus in times of innocence;
adolescence demands our participation—
microscopically studies each breath.
Breaking the spine of nonconformity
fear wills one into a submissive participant;
dominant peers lord over the weak
and life is not lived, but tolerated.
...
we gestate within it, our eyes unclear
thriving in gelatinous sockets of growth—
it is birth that dilates pupils to fear.
Abuse, its steel toe boot cracking the teeth
of our solar plexus in times of innocence;
adolescence demands our participation—
microscopically studies each breath.
Breaking the spine of nonconformity
fear wills one into a submissive participant;
dominant peers lord over the weak
and life is not lived, but tolerated.
...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#childhood #philosophical
#childhood #philosophical
116 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2019 2:45pm
1st Feb 2019 2:45pm
Anatomy of Family
When I was little, I didn't understand
how part of something could die
while the rest flourished: a tree limb
tiger lily, blackberry bush—and so
forth.
Growing up a gardner, I grew acutely aware
of pruning as a necessity for dying parts
to give the remainder of plantlife
the greatest chance to survive—
At 13, I learned this about humans:
my mother became terminally ill;
they severed nerves to give her body
fighting hope to exist without pain ...
how part of something could die
while the rest flourished: a tree limb
tiger lily, blackberry bush—and so
forth.
Growing up a gardner, I grew acutely aware
of pruning as a necessity for dying parts
to give the remainder of plantlife
the greatest chance to survive—
At 13, I learned this about humans:
my mother became terminally ill;
they severed nerves to give her body
fighting hope to exist without pain ...
#family
#death
#LifeCycle
#historical
#philosophical
142 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2019 6:13am
30th Jan 2019 6:13am
The Lesson ( after Maya Angelou )
I was conceived by a bloodline
of warriors: Jew and Cherokee;
I'm certain if we draw deep
there is also African American
Thus, "abandon" is not a word
existing in my ancestry—
neither does "quit"
though definition appears equal
Maybe they are, technically
according to the dictionary—
but, one slices more personally
as part of our humanity
I am no quitter despite suffering
having swallowed the streets;
I never...
of warriors: Jew and Cherokee;
I'm certain if we draw deep
there is also African American
Thus, "abandon" is not a word
existing in my ancestry—
neither does "quit"
though definition appears equal
Maybe they are, technically
according to the dictionary—
but, one slices more personally
as part of our humanity
I am no quitter despite suffering
having swallowed the streets;
I never...
#love
#hope
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
122 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2019 6:26pm
27th Jan 2019 6:26pm
Of Men and Metaphors
There are no descriptors
I could compare thee to:
no metaphor or simile
Some see you as shade—
mountainous movement
of shifting personality;
a constant, ever-changeling state
canvasing darkness from light
Others pine for your passion
to entwine with their own—
a dreamscape:
granting childhood wishes truth;
a verification real intimacy exists
I see no...
I could compare thee to:
no metaphor or simile
Some see you as shade—
mountainous movement
of shifting personality;
a constant, ever-changeling state
canvasing darkness from light
Others pine for your passion
to entwine with their own—
a dreamscape:
granting childhood wishes truth;
a verification real intimacy exists
I see no...
#love
#universe
#honesty
170 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2019 5:19am
21st Jan 2019 5:19am
Blood Moon
rises as a growing thing
from garden soil;
stubs its trail of light
on the plowshare
becomes human
and bleeds
~
from garden soil;
stubs its trail of light
on the plowshare
becomes human
and bleeds
~
#moon
#sky
#night
#nature
#spiritual
194 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2019 1:16am
18th Jan 2019 1:16am
When Death Comes ( After Mary Oliver )
When death comes,
let them say I mastered
the anatomy of words,
that my life was poetry.
Let them say I humbled
that bulwark of ego—
that bane of pride,
leaving a quiet legacy.
Not with the flying colors
of a Rainbow lorikeet
capturing its beholder's eye;
but, a female cardinal—
her lackluster appearance
ensuring the nest survives.
Let them, despite my human
mistakes and many faults,
say I at least loved poetry— ...
let them say I mastered
the anatomy of words,
that my life was poetry.
Let them say I humbled
that bulwark of ego—
that bane of pride,
leaving a quiet legacy.
Not with the flying colors
of a Rainbow lorikeet
capturing its beholder's eye;
but, a female cardinal—
her lackluster appearance
ensuring the nest survives.
Let them, despite my human
mistakes and many faults,
say I at least loved poetry— ...
#animals
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#MaryOliver
211 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2019 4:34pm
16th Jan 2019 4:34pm
Border Patrol
This world is at war;
it dreams of security within walls
snaking invisible lines
between a bloody Babylon
of foreign dialect
I reminisce about poetry
old cities and moonlight—
sacrosanct altars in worship
between a collarbone and lips;
a final culture of pleasure
under a microscopic watch;
stay close, keep the faith—
lest a border be built between Us;
were not our ancestors strangers ...
it dreams of security within walls
snaking invisible lines
between a bloody Babylon
of foreign dialect
I reminisce about poetry
old cities and moonlight—
sacrosanct altars in worship
between a collarbone and lips;
a final culture of pleasure
under a microscopic watch;
stay close, keep the faith—
lest a border be built between Us;
were not our ancestors strangers ...
#love
#corruption
#politics
#HumanRights
#greed
212 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2019 00:31am
15th Jan 2019 00:31am
Winter's Last Leg
An acidic hardness
possessed by
the nature of winter
and a human heart
soften with the ardor
of warmth and Love;
but, not before holding on
in fear of letting go.
~
possessed by
the nature of winter
and a human heart
soften with the ardor
of warmth and Love;
but, not before holding on
in fear of letting go.
~
#love
#winter
#nature
#humankind
#philosophical
202 reads
8 Comments
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