Posts Tagged ‘blogging’
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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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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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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30
Oct
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, loneliness, love, poem, poem blog, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, write, writer. Leave a comment
sweet sapphire eyes peek at me from behind the frosted glass
like a telescope staring straight into the burning sun
they are restless and probing
they glitter like a snow that has not yet fallen
and they wonder why i wait
just one, long, smooth breath away
but i cannot say
for my words are drifting in the mist
they are buried deep beneath the frozen ground
and in that moment
where speech and feelings falter
i have lost her loving gaze
those blue lights that once did sparkle
now retreating in the dust
to be swept away forever
gone drifting ever deeper
into the dark of loneliness
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 10/30/13
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9
Oct
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, fall, home, poem, poet, poetic, poetry, poetry blog, poets, write, writer, writing. Leave a comment
lonely spheres of influence
dance like falling leaves
they crackle in the burning dust
absorbed like memories in the mortar
a tower of bricks and stones
for we are now among the falling season
our warm hands gently slipping
the chilly autumn light abounds
where once our homes stood gripping
tethers and strings are snapping
and in our sleep we dream of mending
the fields where once bright flowers faltered
sweet tea and honey kisses
you have dressed yourself in sunlight
now you smolder and shake
but i am here to save you
such a damsel in distress
i have washed away the winters
those that froze our tiny nest
and in the wind we hear a distant something
like notes parading through the air
but we must reach for them so quickly
holding fast with all our might
for if they change their tune too swiftly
our song no longer will remain
we will be cast amongst the shadows
two lives only lived in vain
but if we hold them tightly
with our hearts and not our hands
they will carry us warm and sweetly
to our homes and hearths and friends
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 10/9/13
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22
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, blogs, clocks, hours, minutes, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, seconds, time, write, writer, writing. Leave a comment
minutes flow like the sun
for they come and go
like old roommates they reside in the summer heat
and pass slowly from winter’s memory
they live in wooden boxes
and hang from slender wrists
a gentle, tickling reminder to us all
their arms raised to the edges
pointing outward at the void
and yet they revolve diligently
ever fixed in your mortality
such is the symmetry of life
from such humble beginnings they have grown
and now they glow in blinding illumination
scattered among the desktops and window boxes of this world
there are many places that they call home
folded neatly on display
napping in your bedside table
oh how sweet this sounds
my ode to time
in all its varied pieces
but you too also know
what here I have not said
this is the truth
I only wish
with a longing so profound
to cast them all from my existence
for the seconds that they steal
let me be without them
so that forever i may roam
in this place but not in line
i shall cast away the hours
and the tombs in which they live
born again to freedom
no longer in the grasp of clutching hands
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/22/13
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16
Jul
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, write, writer, writing. Leave a comment
hinges hang in rusted silence
like the arms of wise men
they roam the russian steppe
and there in the distant snowy drift
the sables are warm in their woven dens
beyond distant borders
holy men hang in celestial silence
slowly breathing
warmed by monastic fires
they transcend this earth of stone
and on the rocky paths
strewn with men and trinkets
the animal bells ring with a sweet vibration
like rhythms hung from a noted page
such are the stories of far flung lands
born of cold mirror wishes
dreamt in silent hope
for we all are hanging
by this thread as it were
suspended in this web of sugared powder
calculating the taste of sound
driven to the edge of this glassless sea
and like you
i too was born in that distant storm
and like you
i wait for the rising wind
for in the sour mist
there will come the bitter tidings
forming clouds of steel and clay
and from those sacred elements
our cities will be born
and we will live there safely
among the crowns and thorns
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 7/16/13
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