Submissions by Ahavati (Tams)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't make me take my pearls off.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2016 5:18am
16th Jan 2016 5:18am
novaturient
from an empty caveat
burgeons one request:
the Architect manifest
Water into wine, save
the best for last, which
shall also be first; call
forth the cupbearer
to deliver both her body
and blood unto the portal
Of Air, guardian of entry
and the final bridge,
that they transcend
the baptism of flesh
taste the sediments
that created their spirits
before the molecules
of their duties hailed,
imagine them pooled
into the holy cup
of...
burgeons one request:
the Architect manifest
Water into wine, save
the best for last, which
shall also be first; call
forth the cupbearer
to deliver both her body
and blood unto the portal
Of Air, guardian of entry
and the final bridge,
that they transcend
the baptism of flesh
taste the sediments
that created their spirits
before the molecules
of their duties hailed,
imagine them pooled
into the holy cup
of...
1195 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2016 7:20pm
14th Jan 2016 7:20pm
Sacred Contracts X: Sorrow
For in much wisdom is much grief: and he
that increases knowledge increases sorrow.
It’s a fluid remembrance
So precisely chronicled
From the division of Water,
and Air and earth, Creation
Stampeding as a wildebeest
Forging across a young planet
Teeming with the vulnerability
Of dust and form and breath.
It’s the nostalgia of discovering ...
that increases knowledge increases sorrow.
It’s a fluid remembrance
So precisely chronicled
From the division of Water,
and Air and earth, Creation
Stampeding as a wildebeest
Forging across a young planet
Teeming with the vulnerability
Of dust and form and breath.
It’s the nostalgia of discovering ...
1070 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2016 10:25pm
13th Jan 2016 10:25pm
Sacred Contracts IX: 'Wild is the Wind'
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires."
'Wild is the Wind';
how meticulous he sculpts
with his own hands
water into delicate flakes.
How carefully he directs
the accumulation of her downfall
to a slow and steady waltz.
How innocently she floats
as a leaf from a tree
under his breath
and mastery of lead, singing:
"Love me, love me, love me, ...
Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires."
'Wild is the Wind';
how meticulous he sculpts
with his own hands
water into delicate flakes.
How carefully he directs
the accumulation of her downfall
to a slow and steady waltz.
How innocently she floats
as a leaf from a tree
under his breath
and mastery of lead, singing:
"Love me, love me, love me, ...
1117 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2016 10:41pm
12th Jan 2016 10:41pm
Sonnet II
When inking calligraphic verse is fraught
And journals are bedded upon the desk,
When music would be disruptive to thought
And my ears yearn for quietude instead,
When light would cut so presumptuously
The mighty resolve of constrictor knot,
And my eyes curl deep’n in a quilted cave
Of a meticulously hand sewn vault,
When naught is felt but the deepest repose
And willing surrender to its presence,
When aught receive Love so freely bestowed
By instinctual trust and acceptance,
Then I believe with divine forbearance ...
And journals are bedded upon the desk,
When music would be disruptive to thought
And my ears yearn for quietude instead,
When light would cut so presumptuously
The mighty resolve of constrictor knot,
And my eyes curl deep’n in a quilted cave
Of a meticulously hand sewn vault,
When naught is felt but the deepest repose
And willing surrender to its presence,
When aught receive Love so freely bestowed
By instinctual trust and acceptance,
Then I believe with divine forbearance ...
1079 reads
17 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2016 10:58pm
10th Jan 2016 10:58pm
All Along
I dreamt a dollhouse,
Pale vanilla siding
Unfurnished rooms
Pink shutter'd windows
With aquagreen trim;
There were no walls
Beyond the door
(as most go, but it's
different looking out),
As though the house
Itself was a doorway
Between two worlds
When straddling both.
I awoke perplexed
As to a meaning
That shadowed me
Into the deep soil of evening.
Later, when lighting
Incense and the white candle
atop my writing desk,
I realized tomorrow...
Or even years from now...
Pale vanilla siding
Unfurnished rooms
Pink shutter'd windows
With aquagreen trim;
There were no walls
Beyond the door
(as most go, but it's
different looking out),
As though the house
Itself was a doorway
Between two worlds
When straddling both.
I awoke perplexed
As to a meaning
That shadowed me
Into the deep soil of evening.
Later, when lighting
Incense and the white candle
atop my writing desk,
I realized tomorrow...
Or even years from now...
1344 reads
22 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 5:53pm
7th Jan 2016 5:53pm
Sacred Contracts VIII : Twin Speak
My father taught me this world
was only a preparation for the next,
that all we can ask is that we leave
it having loved and being loved."
.
It is impossible for a mountebank
To convince the Lover to leave
The campsite of the aged forest
Beneath the mountain’s knees.
Despite how she disperses warmth
To the many sojourners she greets,
Patience is the warrior’s way;
Braving...
was only a preparation for the next,
that all we can ask is that we leave
it having loved and being loved."
.
It is impossible for a mountebank
To convince the Lover to leave
The campsite of the aged forest
Beneath the mountain’s knees.
Despite how she disperses warmth
To the many sojourners she greets,
Patience is the warrior’s way;
Braving...
1164 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2015 4:33pm
31st Dec 2015 4:33pm
Sacred Contracts VII: Darkness
Motel 6: “We’ll leave the light on for you.”
I.
All living are the darkness of their bones;
Spirits and Specters, hemoglobin in every color
of defending warrior donning leather’d armor.
I’ve observed men leaving the women they love,
the "’light’of their [lives]” shining brightly
as a beacon for their lonely 2:00 am motel
trek home from “darkness” they’ve tasted.
I get it. I do.
A light is something trusted to guide you;
it’s safety, security, warmth; sacred as nursing
breasts,...
I.
All living are the darkness of their bones;
Spirits and Specters, hemoglobin in every color
of defending warrior donning leather’d armor.
I’ve observed men leaving the women they love,
the "’light’of their [lives]” shining brightly
as a beacon for their lonely 2:00 am motel
trek home from “darkness” they’ve tasted.
I get it. I do.
A light is something trusted to guide you;
it’s safety, security, warmth; sacred as nursing
breasts,...
1624 reads
25 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2015 00:39am
24th Dec 2015 00:39am
Rudraksha
(After Rumi)
Tamar visits the East
Garden, Spring Fire Yellow
Where the warm sun rises
Contemplating his gift
For a season neither
Believe in except for
What most matters.
Rudraksha beads rolling
Between her fingertips,
She gazes into the South
Lake, Summer Water Blue
Where the warmth flows,
Sees his face, drifts
Into the moss below.
A cold wind blows, North
Autumn Earth Red descends
On the back of a pyre leaf
Disrupting his pooled
Image. She rolls onto ...
Tamar visits the East
Garden, Spring Fire Yellow
Where the warm sun rises
Contemplating his gift
For a season neither
Believe in except for
What most matters.
Rudraksha beads rolling
Between her fingertips,
She gazes into the South
Lake, Summer Water Blue
Where the warmth flows,
Sees his face, drifts
Into the moss below.
A cold wind blows, North
Autumn Earth Red descends
On the back of a pyre leaf
Disrupting his pooled
Image. She rolls onto ...
1365 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Dec 2015 2:57am
18th Dec 2015 2:57am
Terra-Firma
You'll find nothing changed
When you get back despite
Circumstantial distance;
The lock still wraps around
Your skeletal key. The mountain
Tapestry suspended perfectly
Within the rose quartz under
The "touch down of forgotten
[C]onsciousness" surviving
A hundred thousand centuries.
Ancestral etchings still depict
Homeward markers between
Continents. Auburn wine and
Poetry marooned on these lips
Across a country witnessing
A foretold destiny manifest:
Grand Mal of dark experience
To illuminate a final...
When you get back despite
Circumstantial distance;
The lock still wraps around
Your skeletal key. The mountain
Tapestry suspended perfectly
Within the rose quartz under
The "touch down of forgotten
[C]onsciousness" surviving
A hundred thousand centuries.
Ancestral etchings still depict
Homeward markers between
Continents. Auburn wine and
Poetry marooned on these lips
Across a country witnessing
A foretold destiny manifest:
Grand Mal of dark experience
To illuminate a final...
1207 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Dec 2015 6:29pm
14th Dec 2015 6:29pm
Indian Summer Song
God gives us each a song.
~ Proverb
A million-decimal birdsong
Sings me into Monday.
Veins of twig, morning
Maestros stirring beneath
the translucent skin of fog
Conducted from dormancy
by an Indian summer creed.
Small creatures, gorged
Cheeks, scratching shallow
Soil around the base.
Last night’s dream
wraps me inside
this cocoon of sheets,
not quite ready to emerge
in this dimly lit room. ...
~ Proverb
A million-decimal birdsong
Sings me into Monday.
Veins of twig, morning
Maestros stirring beneath
the translucent skin of fog
Conducted from dormancy
by an Indian summer creed.
Small creatures, gorged
Cheeks, scratching shallow
Soil around the base.
Last night’s dream
wraps me inside
this cocoon of sheets,
not quite ready to emerge
in this dimly lit room. ...
1023 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2015 8:03pm
13th Dec 2015 8:03pm
Twelve Days of Christmas: One
Sunday; 68°.
Warm wind rattles
Kachina leaves:
Ghosts of spring.
~
Warm wind rattles
Kachina leaves:
Ghosts of spring.
~
953 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2015 7:10pm
10th Dec 2015 7:10pm
Sacred Contracts VI: Time
Time flies. Suns rise and shadows fall.
Let time go by. Love is forever over all."
The gnomon mountains fossilize markers
during absence. The valley plate and hour-
lined nodus of a solstice birth and death
are a mere equinox of time and space.
Patience teaches the declination of shadow
across the curve of light. Acceptance crowns
prodigal returns with peace from slow decay;
if not this lifetime, then one along the way.
"The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which
the first was made. […]...
Let time go by. Love is forever over all."
The gnomon mountains fossilize markers
during absence. The valley plate and hour-
lined nodus of a solstice birth and death
are a mere equinox of time and space.
Patience teaches the declination of shadow
across the curve of light. Acceptance crowns
prodigal returns with peace from slow decay;
if not this lifetime, then one along the way.
"The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which
the first was made. […]...
1071 reads
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