Submissions by Ahavati (Tams)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't make me take my pearls off.
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 7:52pm
11th Jun 2015 7:52pm
The Messenger
Like Secretariat or American Pharaoh,
you've rounded the final stretch home.
This afternoon will reveal you fading
and me, marveling at your strength of
resolve in the face of abnormality.
Many will not be sad your backward illusion
has again returned to its seemingly standard
position. The truest of tongues will reemerge
safely from your black...
you've rounded the final stretch home.
This afternoon will reveal you fading
and me, marveling at your strength of
resolve in the face of abnormality.
Many will not be sad your backward illusion
has again returned to its seemingly standard
position. The truest of tongues will reemerge
safely from your black...
1008 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2015 4:14am
10th Jun 2015 4:14am
The Sondering Tree
I have positioned myself for sunset—
waited all day for this moment
Sunflowers are blooming
Finches swallow their seeds—
unable to restrain themselves
from what they determinedly pluck
Their color makes it difficult
to tell where they end
and the petals begin;
it is all specifically created
for each in a grand design
Tomatoes top vines, bulging green
hardening red, beginnings of ripened
flow above small clusters of marigolds...
waited all day for this moment
Sunflowers are blooming
Finches swallow their seeds—
unable to restrain themselves
from what they determinedly pluck
Their color makes it difficult
to tell where they end
and the petals begin;
it is all specifically created
for each in a grand design
Tomatoes top vines, bulging green
hardening red, beginnings of ripened
flow above small clusters of marigolds...
1148 reads
22 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 10:22pm
9th Jun 2015 10:22pm
The Laundromat
When things go awry I don't know what I'll learn.
Like tonight, I'm sitting in a laundromat because
the washer wasn't delivered, and who can wait
when you're out of unmentionable lady garmets?
It looks like it's straight out of the 70's with 60's
remnants. Faded Patriotic stripes of red, white and
blue cling to the cinder block against the water-
stained ceiling. It's filthy and yet nostalgic too.
An older couple sits whispering in this...
Like tonight, I'm sitting in a laundromat because
the washer wasn't delivered, and who can wait
when you're out of unmentionable lady garmets?
It looks like it's straight out of the 70's with 60's
remnants. Faded Patriotic stripes of red, white and
blue cling to the cinder block against the water-
stained ceiling. It's filthy and yet nostalgic too.
An older couple sits whispering in this...
1014 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 11:02pm
8th Jun 2015 11:02pm
Southern Etiquette
1844 reads
23 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 3:40am
8th Jun 2015 3:40am
Not this Island Music
I. What it was never
(on J reading Robert Kelly)
"And after luscious months of living they would say it's not so
very different from what they knew."
It was never the verse, but something thicker
dangerous to the finger; a bait trap
of honesty foraged from a conformed colony by a dominant
drone possessing a new Queen.
It was never the voice, but something...
(on J reading Robert Kelly)
"And after luscious months of living they would say it's not so
very different from what they knew."
It was never the verse, but something thicker
dangerous to the finger; a bait trap
of honesty foraged from a conformed colony by a dominant
drone possessing a new Queen.
It was never the voice, but something...
1042 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2015 7:04pm
7th Jun 2015 7:04pm
Spring ELEPHANTS
From these shadows I see a woman on a bicycle
walking three dogs in the sun while a black stray
follows not-too-closely behind, peering suspiciously
at everything. An escaped breeze reeking of coffee
has hi-jacked neighbor's voices through the kitchen
window. Young joggers and old walkers share polite
nods of curiosity toward my pen but don't speak.
Flakes of lead-based paint dig beneath the dirt ...
walking three dogs in the sun while a black stray
follows not-too-closely behind, peering suspiciously
at everything. An escaped breeze reeking of coffee
has hi-jacked neighbor's voices through the kitchen
window. Young joggers and old walkers share polite
nods of curiosity toward my pen but don't speak.
Flakes of lead-based paint dig beneath the dirt ...
1076 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 4:35pm
6th Jun 2015 4:35pm
Philia
We're not prehistoric ruins fossilized
under rocks or earthed in sacred burial
tombs under Chinese restaurants
filled with pigment and Peking Duck.
We're young under this stretched sinew.
We could be blind, stillborn, and still our
genetics, twisted within the molecular helix
of DNA would gravitate toward us to congeal
blood...
under rocks or earthed in sacred burial
tombs under Chinese restaurants
filled with pigment and Peking Duck.
We're young under this stretched sinew.
We could be blind, stillborn, and still our
genetics, twisted within the molecular helix
of DNA would gravitate toward us to congeal
blood...
1197 reads
7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2015 10:15pm
2nd Jun 2015 10:15pm
As It Is
Pull down the Moon tonight.
Peel back its strawberry crust
like a freshly picked orange;
don't wash it off first.
Borrow the bow of Sagittarius;
offer your deepest intentions
into the present moment of it,
without gleaning them first.
When Life breaks around you,
and only change exists, accept
the dusty bowl of passage;
don't be too quick to polish it.
~
Peel back its strawberry crust
like a freshly picked orange;
don't wash it off first.
Borrow the bow of Sagittarius;
offer your deepest intentions
into the present moment of it,
without gleaning them first.
When Life breaks around you,
and only change exists, accept
the dusty bowl of passage;
don't be too quick to polish it.
~
1049 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2015 4:29pm
1st Jun 2015 4:29pm
Gin Joint
Full Moon leans over
Midnight Baby Grand; whispers,
"Please...Play it again."
~
Midnight Baby Grand; whispers,
"Please...Play it again."
~
1004 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2015 11:12pm
31st May 2015 11:12pm
Sonder (Acrostic)
Shakespearean Sonnet, 116, teach
Of the steadfast vow in Love; O, No!
None wavering impediment occur amid
Darkest hour of hope. Sickle cannot deter
Each particle of Star; Time cannot prevent
Rebirth of who we are.
~
Of the steadfast vow in Love; O, No!
None wavering impediment occur amid
Darkest hour of hope. Sickle cannot deter
Each particle of Star; Time cannot prevent
Rebirth of who we are.
~
1105 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st May 2015 6:00pm
31st May 2015 6:00pm
Señor Tequila
What do you want, girl?"
It was a devil's reject road block full of bullets and blood,
dented cars and endings too long in the making. A lack of
control and the wheel goes spinning onto a "SOLD" sign
and arched brick porch destined to be your new address.
I could no more write this poem than I could speak back
then because I was tired of riding in back seats of convenience
store bags with finger-print glass and brothers screaming to a
hay-fevered radio on a floorboard of trash.
"Talk to me, girl."...
It was a devil's reject road block full of bullets and blood,
dented cars and endings too long in the making. A lack of
control and the wheel goes spinning onto a "SOLD" sign
and arched brick porch destined to be your new address.
I could no more write this poem than I could speak back
then because I was tired of riding in back seats of convenience
store bags with finger-print glass and brothers screaming to a
hay-fevered radio on a floorboard of trash.
"Talk to me, girl."...
1017 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2015 1:27am
29th May 2015 1:27am
Regenerative
There is an old bench at the edge of an incline
that I take lunch on. It splinters sometimes, leaving
a sliver of newer wood visible beneath its faded skin.
Beyond that is a young tree split by lightening
during a recent storm. Its wound is still fresh,
pregnant with the soft pulp of newborn rings.
There is an old fence beyond the tree that separates
the edge of the ravine from a manicured green. In the
center is a middle-aged tree of unknown origin to me.
It's weak and recovering from a near-death experience
with kudzu. Its...
that I take lunch on. It splinters sometimes, leaving
a sliver of newer wood visible beneath its faded skin.
Beyond that is a young tree split by lightening
during a recent storm. Its wound is still fresh,
pregnant with the soft pulp of newborn rings.
There is an old fence beyond the tree that separates
the edge of the ravine from a manicured green. In the
center is a middle-aged tree of unknown origin to me.
It's weak and recovering from a near-death experience
with kudzu. Its...
1192 reads
10 Comments
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