Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
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
25
Jun
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: childhood, dreams, georgia, home, ocean, poem, poem blog, poems, poems blog, poet, poet blog, poetry, poetry blog, poets, poets blog, sea, sky, sun, vacation, write, writer, writers blog, writing. Leave a comment
red ant fires smolder in the georgia dust
and the droning sound of pollinators
it trickles through the air
like summer balloons on an evening sky
the old orchards have fallen to decay
the fruit is bitter and flush with the taste of sin
there are gravestones that stretch in glimmering white
so plainly beautiful and bursting with emotion
it all unfolds like a dreamscape
childhood vacations etched in memory
and all along the coast
among the grass and swaying palms
the sand is built of castles
we are kings upon our thrones
but the sodden wheels of time
they have drenched our dreaming wheels
for now we talk when once we tumbled
and pray when once we slept
we have been cast out from our ocean
our toes beneath the foam
and we wonder why this happened
how we came to know this home
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/25/14
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
18
Apr
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blue, cold, friend, friends, friendship, green, loyalty, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry writer, poets, rain, spring, wind. Leave a comment
the cold blue winds of time may shift and carry
but for our friends
in the balance they remain
like a green spring warmth
our canopies in the rain
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 4/18/14
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
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
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
21
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: poem, poem blog, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry writer, poets, writer, writing. Leave a comment
on the road
and in the ridges
where rain crackles on windshields wide
the dreams of youth form wicked ideas
they are wild and numerous
and they stretch
all in a breath
from sea to shining sea
how are those golden maps
those spinning compass needles
like four corners in the hot new mexican dust
all the fusion and the willful frustrations
all the winters and their warm summer cousins
just a small, delightful sip of wonder
tinged with a taste of pine and smoke
on our beds
and out the windows
a conspiracy of whispers
that so swiftly wander
all through the light
from the deepest wood to the highest mountain top
where are they now?
those slender wristed girls
like magic on a bedroom stage
and all their curls
in their skin so porcelain
just the only thing
simply… the purest thing
that we ever really wanted
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari
12
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, love, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry blogger, poetry writer, poets, sadness, writer. Leave a comment
sadness comes like a swollen stream
buried in your bones
well-worn and woven
imbedded in your very soul
like elements scattered in the dust of coal
and those shadows that flash
just behind the bedroom changing screens
they are but pencil sketches
cold in the dark of winter’s night
oh how you come for me
with sugared words and salty skin
for i am tangled in your twisted fire
and in all your barbs and all your wires
they run through me
so soft and so violent
and you are there
just beyond the clouds of white
my every move so simply measured
scaled to the inch and to the mile
your clutching hands growing ever nearer
i can almost feel your touch
and so when you have me
in your dark and dreary ways
will you at least love me?
or will you simply turn
and slowly walk away…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/12/13
3
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blogger, dreams, laughter, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry blogger, poets, sadness, write, writer. Leave a comment
snowflowers swirl and spin in the grey of swollen spheres
and this could be the saddest world we’ve ever seen
here… the folding fields are flooded
an armada stuck fast to the frozen sky
the searchlights blast through the hilly fog
just near this warm enchanting place
just inside the old stores
among the smoke and mirrors
the cards of tarot lay scattered among the decking
like ancient stones torn across a sea of invisibility
where soft silhouettes toast the spanish sky
their shirts like sails in a violent wind
they dance like lights in the christmas wild
for this may be the only way they’ve ever known
and I am here…
among the fierce and downtrodden
and we all shall rise!
like holy rosaries in the morning mist
til the holes in our hearts are mended and woven
for this shall not be our final resting place
we will follow the signs that tell of paths
beyond the flooded, folding fields
our shy wiry eyes will glisten once more
and just there beyond the spray
where the dark golden water falls
we will breathe the cool, sweet wind
and fill our lungs with laughter
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/2/13
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