She Sings the Silent Song of Sun

Category: Recycled Poetry

Journal: Kavi's Book of Stars

Date: 1-30-10 and 1-23-12

She Sings the Silent Song of Sun

By Felina Lune Kavi

The New Year outlasts January.

A dawning is vast as horizon,

In vivid watercolor light,

New dreams awakening from night.

She sings the silent song of Sun,

The light reflects in everyone.

Quickening Moon flushes February.

The earth is moved by loving life,

She shivers seeds astir again,

Another cycle to begin.

She sings the silent song of Sun,

The life renews in everyone.

And when the maiden’s sacred flame

Inspires us as it heals us,

We’ll harmonize with words in rhyme,

Crackling fire keeping time.

She sings the silent song of Sun,

The love resounds in everyone.

Bush Crimes

BUSH CRIMES

by Felina Lune Kavi

Category: Recycled Poetry

Journal: *VOICE* (Un-thoughtlike Thoughts That Are the Souls of Thought)

Date: April 17th, 2006

the age of aggravation

gravitates in groups

of cooped-up graduates

and dropped-out dreamers.

little do they know, though,

that they sew a common thread

through those tailored uniforms

of silent screamers.

compare, if you dare,

your monkey suit and nametags

to their camouflage shackles

and full metal jackets.

consider, though we may feel the heat,

we are awfully far-removed from hell's kitchen...

our intellectual attacks are like whispers

not even in earshot of the fraudulent racket.

brothers, cousins, friends and foes,

those kids that nobody really knows,

the enlist-because-the-money-he-owes,

the scared-shitless-and-it-surely-shows,

the ones who had to shave their 'fros,

the ones who miss their baggy clothes,

the killers who secretly oppose,

the jr.s and thirds whose daddies chose,

the you-go-firsts who took the blows,

the ones whose trigger-finger froze,

the guys hiding fishnet pantyhose,

the women shattering status quos,

the hope-to-die's at their lowest lows,

the brainwashed patriots and average joes,

the kids who long for midwest snows,

the buddies they watch decompose,

where are all the c.e.o.'s?

and that's the way the story goes.

Eros in January

4 years ago today, my husband and I had our first kiss which sent our 6-year friendship spiraling up rapidly into inevitable loving Bliss. This is the song that his Love inspired in my Psyche...

Category: Recycled Poetry

Journal: The Nest of the Bower Birds

Date: January 2008

Eros in January

by Felina Lune Kavi

It's cold here tonight...
wrap me warm in your skin,
lock me up in your sight,
hold me close and breathe in...
and out.

Outside in the dark...
a new moon on the rise.
We are lost under stars
in the most beautiful sky.

Eros in January,
you touch the soul within me.
Eros in January,
fast as love flies through you and me.

Our hearts beat whole at last,
in the wake of our dreams.
I'm too in love to ask,
is this really what it seems...
to be?

Beyond what we believed
of what love ever meant,
this love is all we need
to know our soul's full intent.

Eros in January,
you touch the soul within me.
Eros in January,
fast as love flies through you and me.

Swan Lake

Category: Recycled Poetry

Journal: The Nest of the Bower Birds

Date: Began on Beltane Eve 2008, completed today

Swan Lake

Tonight I’ll slip away with you

And escape into the woods.

Together as one,

And one with the wild,

To become whatever we would.

We’ve come upon a sacred space

Where our helical paths entwine.

Bonding in braids,

On the eve of Beltane,

We are lovers, redefined.

The Piscean Moon shines across the lake,

The owl in the tree sees each move we make,

The spider in the tent weaves our solemn vows,

Everything was leading us to right now.

The Little-Girl Trilogy

Category: Recycled Poetry

Journal: Confessions of Her Roaring Twenties

Dates: 2002, 2008, and 2010

little-girl (2002)

by Felina Lune Kavi

i've not felt

so little-girl before,

nor did i harbor thoughts

of endless love...

but in the quickest instant

i must question my existence

as a secret

and a lie

and as a whore.

still i've never felt

this little-girl before...

mostly every time

he pushes me away.

i need to feel his love,

i need him to share my love...

for there's far more of it

than this little-girl can store.

(2008)

once i knew this little-girl before--

wrapped warm with new thoughts,

she simply forgot

she's not a little-girl anymore.

absence makes the heart grow fonder;

absence makes the restless mind wander.

'why' and 'how' and 'what was i thinking'...

suddenly her world is shrinking.

now i know this little-girl again--

selfish and silly,

desperately willing

to be taken as more than a friend.

idealism comes on too strongly;

idealism increases the longing.

she hopes for perfect love and perfect trust...

but it translates into perfect lust.

and now you know this little-girl as well--

she is chaos contained

but she cannot refrain

from the depths of feeling in which she fell.

(2010)

i've come across this little-girl before.

the difference now is she is safe in love.

after innocence lost,

a threshold was crossed--

she married who she endlessly adores.

now i'll always know this little-girl i feel.

she's never to be pushed away again.

although she doesn't show,

wrapped warm with woman's clothes,

she's present in the moments that are real.

still i'm seeing things so little-girl once more.

now a daughter clings to any kind of love.

sharing treats and toys,

holding hands with little-boys--

little-girl lessons can never be ignored.

Climb

Category: Recycled Poetry
Journal: Venus-lit Vixen: Keep the Change
Date: May 11th, 2004

Climb
by Felina Lune Kavi

(2004)

Intuition chimes in...time to climb again.

No sense sitting in the mud

waiting for another thrill
,
waiting for a wonder pill

to pick us up and high above

the sometimes rough landings...the harshness of hard ground.

There are other choices

than slipping up the slide.

Remember the ladder

on the other side...

(2010)

Climb the zenith, climb…the path is overhead.
The nadir foundations of Earth,
upon which we build
and display our skill,
are the security of family…the encouragement to grow.
There are better choices
to make within our lives.
To know ourselves
we simply have to climb.