Posts Tagged ‘blog’
14
Apr
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogging, corona virus, corona virus poem, corona virus poetry, coronavirus, coronavirus poem, coronavirus poetry, covid-19, covid-19 poem, covid-19 poetry, family, home, pandemic, poems, poetry, sun, writing. 1 comment
sheltered in place
our carbon sequestered
on the horizon
a daylight moon
she calls to me
from her now dark acre
along the steep hillside
this star-flung holler
a string of lanterns
nine in the yard
the green lights are racing
for the governor’s charge
we have the sun
and we have our cells
a halo around them
strewn with nails
the cars are fewer
and the questions more
we wait without silence
as never before
she calls to me
from her now white spire
alone in her resemblance
her toes on the wire
a row of beds
nine in the ward
a halo above them
cascading light
a future remembered
for the past clouds our sight
i will walk with her surely
in the cold morning light
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 4/14/20
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6
Jan
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, cereal, children, coffee, girls, kids, memories, mornings, nostalgia, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry blogger, poetry site, poetry website, poetry writer, poetry writing, red balloons, seasons, soul, the beatles, time, wife, winter, wives, yellow submarine. Leave a comment
it’s a yellow submarine morning
colder than the eyes of some forbidden danger
a spark of light by the curtains glow
red balloons across the sky
they have come to take me on
no more black birds singing in the darkest night
we have come to another day in the life
thinking back, i remember just now
our fires burning such a deepest cavern in the snow
our conversations like journeys flown
i hear now what percolates
in yonder distant rooms
filled with wives and children
with cereal and spoons
and to a desk with pen and ink
to strike the sounds of thought
to ponder and to think
i become the soul of time
crafting a digital word-spun rhyme
and as i look upon these lines
across the clutter, grown like vines
i think of drawers and shelves and pockets
placing such secrets softly
on a page of light and time
and perhaps one year from now
when the cold and white does shine
i will remember why i wrote these
simple, scattered lines
they will bring me back
to a moment, a place, a time
and I will think of winter
so beautiful, so cruel
so measured, so divine
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/6/18
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10
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: arms, blog, death, hearts, husband, love, lovers, mountains, old, partners, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, rivers, seas, tears, wife, woods. Leave a comment
over the river
and through the woods
straight into your heart
is where i’ll go
through the mountains
and over the seas
straight into your arms
is where i’ll flow
all the tears
that i have cried
all wash away
when i’m by your side
so hold me in
your loving arms
until we’re old
and dead
and gone
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/9/17
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12
Nov
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, autumn, birds, blog, blogger, blogging, clouds, dream, dreamer, dreaming, fall, flight, happiness, love, mindfulness, seasons, singing, song, songs, soul, spirit, wind. Leave a comment
she has come to me
like a swell of autumnal golden wind
her immense energies run wild through my hair
my sunglassed watery eyes are singing
the scratch and rustle of her myriad refuse
it litters my pathway like a dream cut from a yellowish brown world
and i am stillness in her path
my mindful steps so quietly touch the firmament
i drink the enormity of this boundless energy
and wonder over the former parts of myself
now cast among the stars of a different reality
how now do they mingle?
what sly and clever forms have they taken?
are they the birds that sang to me when I was lost?
are they the clouds that kept the morning sun at bay?
perhaps i should just never know…
and why shall i lament?
for i am the bird that sings upon this morning
and in the evening, the clouds will i become
i will shade you from such burdens
giving flight to lost horizons
and when that kiss of wind
it comes again in spring
my lips will be unfrozen
having awakened from this dream
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 11/12/15
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1
Oct
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, love, poem, poems, poetry, poetry blog, poets, wishes, writer, writing. Leave a comment
the fires burn in differing forms
onto the lips of mouths
the madeleines are warm
cigar box guitars are singing
whilst the lines are forming
and all those gentle butterfly windstorms are coming
the red eyed tides are rising
our mirrors indicate a reflection shining
and slowly, ever so slowly, we breathe…
just the smallest taste of air
born from the foamy essence of wishes
a collaboration in this hour of tenderness
four arms wrapped and visionless
and so shall we see
for as it was, and may never be
sliding from shore to shore
like so many suns arising
their shores so forlornly salted
but i am still wishing
and while these wishes i have
they come indifferent and torn
there is but one thing in common
in the sight of love they were born
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 9/30/14
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2
Jul
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: 4th, 4th of July, blog, blogger, clouds, fireworks, July, kiss, love, moon, poem, poem blog, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, star, stars, write, writer. Leave a comment
swollen hearts tumble in the old fashioned way
they are consumed by the fires of eternity
but this is a day of reprieves
the plumes of early summer heat have momentarily abated
and in this sweetened break of time
cool fragrant breezes run like softened pebbles under your feet
the grasses seem to live and breathe
birds tell stories from their twiggy homes
and for the first time
you understand the yarns they weave
oh how i wonder
just what this night will bring
shall it be this day’s cool cousin
dressed in faded blues
will fires work the sky
above our silken flags
will the moon be cut just right
beyond the whisping clouds
why all these things i ask of you
they somewhat matter not
for what i wish to know is grandeur
your face in the waning light
and perhaps a kiss between us
before you take your starry flight
-Jason Cyrus Aktharekhavari 7/2/14
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2
May
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: beauty, blog, counting sheep, fireflies, girls, grass, laughter, lights, moon, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry writer, poets, secrets, sheep, sky, sleep, spring, stars, summer, the moon, whispers, writer, writing poems, writing poetry. 1 comment
fireflies swim in their oceans of sky
and warm dandelion breaths cast a cottony snow
their thin waxy stems like sweet summer girls
they dance in my yard and all through the world
here in the draft of some beautiful scent
oh how i wonder
where will they go?
their footsteps in summer
violet toes in the grass
and the trickles of laughter
how they drift like a stream
through my ears like windows open
now un-shuttered to reveal
what those whispering lips
and those cool shaded eyes
once did so guardedly conceal
so now i must choose
shall it be the stars or the lights?
i am breathing the wind
and in the evening while i sleep
in my hammock just woven
i will swing from those branches
the ones just out of reach
there on the moon…
by the fence…
counting sheep
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 5/2/14
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9
Mar
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, frontier ruckus, living room tour, louisville, music, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, poets blog, writer, writing. Leave a comment
black rivers flow
under white skies that shimmer and glow
the ground under foot
so soft from the melt of snow
and the pilgrims that come
are hidden in a place of shadows
with their wide brimmed hats
and their buckles of brass
but that now seems
as it were centuries ago
for here we are just now
bound to the present as it were
in small living rooms
where the sound of music grows
among a mix of young strangers
they are all dressed just right
and the sound of the banjo
it trickles and screams
while it lives among voices
and sleepy beer-soaked dreams
oh how it slips
through windows untidy
living on the air
in the wind
and driven so slightly
carried on the smiles of such faces
with their eyes open widely
as they step past the doorways
alone and together
into the night that breathes wildly
and know this for surely
they will come once again
for such songs are a bribery
filling our souls to the edge
and as we peer over
from this porch-wide lofty perch
it’s those songs we’ll remember
we will take them to our homes
and when those frontiers full of sadness
they ache our weary bones
we will sing out from our windows
to those ears in distant homes
for when we have such music
we shall never be alone
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 3/9/14
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22
Jan
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, peotry blogging, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, write, writer, writing. 2 comments
we are floating on fiery seas
in search of those lonely ice-thrown shores
for we know what lies beneath the tufted snow
there are dreams that rest in the buried ground
and little green whispers that filter through
like strands of living grass that kiss the sky
what soft, warm light will come
when homes and hearts find this willing space
so spin your praying wheels
and carry your colored flags to mountains on high
travel to the ends of the earth
searching for that tender resting place
and when that wondrous day comes
when water and light form such perfect shadows
you will be there in the darkness
that lovely hour known
watching coals that barely glow
and when the sun comes to rising
you will step out from the door
gazing at the distance
on this land you call your own
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/22/14
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31
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, love, midnight, new year's, new year's eve, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, writer, writing. Leave a comment
those that lived before us
they were born of dust
scraped from high chilean peaks
warmed by the temple sun
and washed by the mountain ice
they spoke in prayers
carried by the wind for a thousand years
and from their souls came wisdom
brilliant-white and pure
how has this history found us
like a dark coffee fog swelling in the distance
waiting in the stillness
for such a time that finds us all
wasted in our revelry
just so many hours far removed
here among the quickening lights
what lies behind those ancient eyes
those flecks of circled glass
piercing stony hearts
our deepest wishes known
and in those new year’s old
when love was soft and warm
did they dream of us in our future
i think not so much perhaps
rather do i imagine
when the moon rang out at midnight
they pulled close the one’s they cherished
and held them breathless-tight
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/31/13
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