Submissions by Ahavati (Tams)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't make me take my pearls off.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2016 10:35pm
28th Oct 2016 10:35pm
Sacred Contracts XXIX: Ancient Telegraphy
Sacred Contracts XXIX: Ancient Telegraphy
I.
When you scale down
that mountain’s side
your heart crisply bathed
but muscles limp in ache -
it's the small things you appreciate
the natural things that matter.
Everything else is fake.
The falsity of buildings depreciating
concrete buckling from earthen force
all are constructs of human weakness
providing an illusion of security.
Four hard walls and a roof
power lines, I-phones, cables
doors, windows, locks
two cars in...
I.
When you scale down
that mountain’s side
your heart crisply bathed
but muscles limp in ache -
it's the small things you appreciate
the natural things that matter.
Everything else is fake.
The falsity of buildings depreciating
concrete buckling from earthen force
all are constructs of human weakness
providing an illusion of security.
Four hard walls and a roof
power lines, I-phones, cables
doors, windows, locks
two cars in...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2016 11:37pm
24th Oct 2016 11:37pm
The Blue Ridge
Autumnal parkway –
Crests of stone break against trees;
Branches dripping leaves.
~
Crests of stone break against trees;
Branches dripping leaves.
~
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2016 00:57am
19th Oct 2016 00:57am
to've never known
Autumnal Monday
mid-afternoon meditation
a westward bound orb
extends landing gear
begins its descent toward
a horizontal strip
beneath dark billows
feral scavengers rest
digest their morning catch
in burrowed thickets
amid the alcove breathing
dense with survival
a red-tail circles undeterred
by a territorial joy of two crows
a piece of cottonwood drifts
between parachuting leaves
centers on my recumbent palm
O! that I could wish but once
'twoud be to've never known
~
mid-afternoon meditation
a westward bound orb
extends landing gear
begins its descent toward
a horizontal strip
beneath dark billows
feral scavengers rest
digest their morning catch
in burrowed thickets
amid the alcove breathing
dense with survival
a red-tail circles undeterred
by a territorial joy of two crows
a piece of cottonwood drifts
between parachuting leaves
centers on my recumbent palm
O! that I could wish but once
'twoud be to've never known
~
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Oct 2016 8:16pm
14th Oct 2016 8:16pm
Each Autumn (on the death-anniversary of a soulmate)
Each Autumn wind consumes warmth ;
fear swallows courage, until only musk
of doubt remains as flailing laundry—
beating wings of a Jaybird pinned
between honeysuckle teeth;
or, the tremolo call of migrating loons—
midnight mouths agape
It whips voices to pieces, leaving
only a silent history to mitigate
the disquieting distance
between us. My tongue is ripped-
wheat beneath jaws of locusts
spreading tares over the harvest
One day the wind will rest
and the many pointed...
fear swallows courage, until only musk
of doubt remains as flailing laundry—
beating wings of a Jaybird pinned
between honeysuckle teeth;
or, the tremolo call of migrating loons—
midnight mouths agape
It whips voices to pieces, leaving
only a silent history to mitigate
the disquieting distance
between us. My tongue is ripped-
wheat beneath jaws of locusts
spreading tares over the harvest
One day the wind will rest
and the many pointed...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2016 00:57am
9th Oct 2016 00:57am
Via Dolorosa
Was it your rooted glint that pulled the compass
westward between a patina of woody lichen
crusted under boots, delicate cartilage of foliage
broken remains of a marching Autumnal equinox
Was it gifted by an abandoned stray in worship
to the forest Dryad for its blessed Sanctuary
crouched before your hidden portal offering
its metal upon the altar of your transfiguration
It summoned my empty finger so I slipped
it onto an absolute fit. Is this my honeymoon
marriage upon a timbered mattress of seeds
under the...
westward between a patina of woody lichen
crusted under boots, delicate cartilage of foliage
broken remains of a marching Autumnal equinox
Was it gifted by an abandoned stray in worship
to the forest Dryad for its blessed Sanctuary
crouched before your hidden portal offering
its metal upon the altar of your transfiguration
It summoned my empty finger so I slipped
it onto an absolute fit. Is this my honeymoon
marriage upon a timbered mattress of seeds
under the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2016 3:13pm
6th Oct 2016 3:13pm
Bandanna
Memory has a way of presenting itself
when one least suspects an appearance
Such as the bandanna I wore on his birthday
sitting outside on the phone while it eloped
behind my back, down the curled branch of hair
into the waxing moon of a September Equinox
My throat thrown back in joyous birdsong
ignoring its gravity sliding down my spine
Survived steadfast eleven days she did
anchored deeply against the earth’s abdomen—
winded coughs of rain, wild animals, strays
rooting about the place for sustenance ...
when one least suspects an appearance
Such as the bandanna I wore on his birthday
sitting outside on the phone while it eloped
behind my back, down the curled branch of hair
into the waxing moon of a September Equinox
My throat thrown back in joyous birdsong
ignoring its gravity sliding down my spine
Survived steadfast eleven days she did
anchored deeply against the earth’s abdomen—
winded coughs of rain, wild animals, strays
rooting about the place for sustenance ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2016 11:59pm
3rd Oct 2016 11:59pm
Tiny Potatoes
The first time I met the muse
we slept together for a week
we didn't eat, sleep, or bathe
I didn't realize I was dying
in his bed until someone said
'Hey! You're dying in his bed'
The decision was one I'd regret
With age, but was obligated
to the ordinary life instead
There are times in all our lives
the past will return repentant
a prodigal child of confession
Wonders how old they would be
in some other life had they chosen
death by Musery and Poetic Verse
Absolves...
we slept together for a week
we didn't eat, sleep, or bathe
I didn't realize I was dying
in his bed until someone said
'Hey! You're dying in his bed'
The decision was one I'd regret
With age, but was obligated
to the ordinary life instead
There are times in all our lives
the past will return repentant
a prodigal child of confession
Wonders how old they would be
in some other life had they chosen
death by Musery and Poetic Verse
Absolves...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2016 00:16am
13th Sep 2016 00:16am
Ring of Fire
There are mere seconds between brushed steps
and fractured elements in the forest; we pause,
reflect its cyclic life from our meager perspective;
catalog bewildering discoveries for future forages.
Cobras of condensation snake upward, curl from
the baskets of our solar plexus, bellows fueled
by shallow breaths expelling into the twilight
from this simple human experience into nature.
We honor the gentle Spirit of Solitude, its thick
mantle of silence sealing our lips from speech;
we stop, listen to colonies of moisture...
and fractured elements in the forest; we pause,
reflect its cyclic life from our meager perspective;
catalog bewildering discoveries for future forages.
Cobras of condensation snake upward, curl from
the baskets of our solar plexus, bellows fueled
by shallow breaths expelling into the twilight
from this simple human experience into nature.
We honor the gentle Spirit of Solitude, its thick
mantle of silence sealing our lips from speech;
we stop, listen to colonies of moisture...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2016 10:32pm
28th Aug 2016 10:32pm
Sacred Contracts XXVIII: Fear
I. Confession
I confess embracing the ecstasy
of joyful moments in your absence
while rejecting the balance of pain
your presence brought to experience
the contrast of contractual agreement
I confess to having concealed your
essence within wet marshlands
of impression to forget you existed
dreaming to be free of outstretched
palms and bewildering numbness
I confess I pretended to hold you
as an infant against my breasts
when you reared an indignant head
so that I...
I confess embracing the ecstasy
of joyful moments in your absence
while rejecting the balance of pain
your presence brought to experience
the contrast of contractual agreement
I confess to having concealed your
essence within wet marshlands
of impression to forget you existed
dreaming to be free of outstretched
palms and bewildering numbness
I confess I pretended to hold you
as an infant against my breasts
when you reared an indignant head
so that I...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2016 8:12pm
22nd Aug 2016 8:12pm
Vessels
Parched we approach
the well, enlightened
by its moist contents;
Shedding skins of cloth
exposed bodies, muddy
with ancient memories;
Once we swallowed
too much, depleted salt
from our nutrients;
Drained the resource
unearthed svelte remains
once an ample reservoir;
The innate distance
of taut wire between us
lost its staying power;
Our fingers splayed
with air, arms navigated
toppling balance.
.
There's an ancient art
of accepting and offering
just...
the well, enlightened
by its moist contents;
Shedding skins of cloth
exposed bodies, muddy
with ancient memories;
Once we swallowed
too much, depleted salt
from our nutrients;
Drained the resource
unearthed svelte remains
once an ample reservoir;
The innate distance
of taut wire between us
lost its staying power;
Our fingers splayed
with air, arms navigated
toppling balance.
.
There's an ancient art
of accepting and offering
just...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2016 2:20am
16th Aug 2016 2:20am
Excalibur
The future has taken root in the present.
~ Merlin
I. EnVision
There's a patchwork quilt
spreading over the earth
below the plane window;
multicolored blocks line
hedged greens of rock
stitched by fences;
nostalgia stretches
for remembrance
beyond the contrast ...
~ Merlin
I. EnVision
There's a patchwork quilt
spreading over the earth
below the plane window;
multicolored blocks line
hedged greens of rock
stitched by fences;
nostalgia stretches
for remembrance
beyond the contrast ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2016 8:14pm
3rd Aug 2016 8:14pm
brave new world*
my heart declared war
conquered edicts in my head
now I cannot think;
nor is there escape
such feelings that occupy
the space logic lived;
and if I’m honest
because it’s what matters most
thoughts can destroy Trust;
so my heart brought home
all survivors of this war
refugees of doubt;
a vast exodus
relinquishing all they’ve known
to this brave new world.
~
* 1931 Novel by Aldous Huxley
(published in 1932)
conquered edicts in my head
now I cannot think;
nor is there escape
such feelings that occupy
the space logic lived;
and if I’m honest
because it’s what matters most
thoughts can destroy Trust;
so my heart brought home
all survivors of this war
refugees of doubt;
a vast exodus
relinquishing all they’ve known
to this brave new world.
~
* 1931 Novel by Aldous Huxley
(published in 1932)
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