"satiates" poems
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Bliss
Beseech
Sensual healing
Remote vibrations
Contemporary beliefs
Dissolve within a great force
Of electro magnetic Sun's charge
Fantasy ride over the ridge on the horizon's
Flickering tales and there aware beauty satiates long lost
Trust in human kindness which is unmasked is a true longing
Immense need borne into a trembling moment revealing thy
Love energy is dancing as one giant leap in the realms of
Levitation on my shy sound wings as they soar magnificent
Wondering why thy tiny serene particles open
Everlasting desire to be as one luminous
Mandelbrot's rainbow reflection on
Edges of a pure cosmic droplet
Effervescent dark magic is
This darkest intelligent
Deep pertinet gaze
Absolutly free
Yearnin'
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
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This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "शिव लीला" published in pratilipi on (June. 2018) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2Z9Z57t
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His neck has entirely turned blue due to Kalkoot, This is just a Leela of Shiva
He has taken everyone's pain and sorrow for the betterment of the world
He is the keeper of all the three loka's and also called as Trilokinath
He hold the holy Ganga in his locks, but do not drinks a drop from it
He sits on the yellow Tiger skin mat and keeps meditating for years to come
He satiates hunger by Datura and Madaar and drinks Bhang to quench thirst
He has a marvellous third eye through which all the three lokas are visible
Sitting in the Mahayoga posture, He keeps on concentrating and meditating
Brahma and Vishnu also bows before him with respect and feels blessed
Such a beautiful holy Leela of Shiva. Nothing else but Shiva's holy Leela
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Kalkoot(Line 1): A poison generated due to Samudra Manthan ( The Churning of the Ocean by Devtas[Gods] and Asuras[Demons] )
Leela(Line 1): "Divine Play" (Just a pastime)
Shiva(Line 1): A God (The Destroyer) in Hindu Mythology
Loka(Line 3): Three three different worlds/realms. Swargaloka, the land of gods; Mrityuloka, the middle kingdom of men; and Pataloka, home of the Asuras, the fallen gods, and demons.
Trilokinath(Line 3): The Lord of the Three world/realms.
Ganga (Line 4): The Holy river whose flow and speed is controlled by the locks (Jatas - The thick hair strands) of Lord Shiiva
Datura and Madaar (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Datura stramonium and Calotropis gigantean)
Bhang (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Cannabis Plant)
Mahayoga (Line 8): Also called as Mahamudra – The Great Gesture (a posture for meditating)
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
Breathe in the sound
Beautifully rhythmic
Music for my eyes
Gaze upon a joyous energy
Touching your spirit
The passion you hold
Satiates my hollow dwelling
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
A time was when
Nothing short of my deepest ******
Once and then many times more
Would satiate me
Then quietly crept between us
The hiatus
When I learned new ways to play
Chanced on a week a golden day
Then over a month or more
I had found the key to the secret door.
Now at the most heightened end of the affair
Satiates me a strand of her hair!
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
Prescient, her essence
Casts a demure persuasion,
Endowed with verve and vision;
Concept to consummation,
The serenely possessed,
Creator, originator,
Allusion to the eternal azure,
Logos of abstraction,
Word and image collision.
Tonal palette of faith infused reason
Beauty and sublimity,
Serve to season
Verse, canvas and film,
Mediating aesthetic, seminal senses blossom,
Lyrical each permutation,
Seeds of vibrant chroma diffusing the mystical.
Visage and hair, her figure haunted
With perfection - a work of Art
Nurtured and lived invocation,
The canon of taste;
Crystal for the *****
Devotional fragrance ,
Holistic ethos, melodic invention,
Animated, pure -
The embodiment of redemption.
Transcending form, parenthetically
(Merely) the decorative,
Allure, artistry and symmetry
Superlative complexity,
Her erudition satiates, supplanting
Winds of constructive banality.
Purveyor of an uncommon savor,
She collaborates in the peculiar
Pursuit and reward,
Encounter with depth, explored,
Human and divine, prosaic meets sublime
Igniting within an Eros
Passion for truth, being and Telos.
Visionary of grace and peace
Transforming our earthbound dissonance;
Our caprice,
Hope and abundance, the myth of scarcity,
She narrates the Good.
Pen, lens, color and stage
Vulnerable, unrepressed, effusive
Romantic articulation,
The reservoir deep,
Innately primed conduit of Love.
Beyond plebeian, cosmetic, the trite
Woman of substance, pulchritude
And delight.
Effervescent - her smile exquisite,
Eclipsing suffering,
Wordless expression, understood language.
I am transported, my imagination replete,
Sonya Rose -
Art personified; unabridged, complete.
©2008 & 2013 W.S . Warner
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
***Creatively enticing,
profoundly sensual
boundlessly experienced,
cryptically presumptive
inordinately exclusive
effusively lavished,
anesthetized or blatant
allusive beyond ethereal,
metaphorically inferred
criminal insanity
disquiet midst agitation,
peaceably surrendered
illustriously polished
or indubitably raw
fruitful to a fault - -
in reciprocity's glory be
quenches thirst,
satiates a hunger
flourished midst ink's
designed grandeur,
poetry never fails to thrive,
tripping the light fantastic
in its exuberant offering***
Seize the power
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
*Take a dip in the river of bliss
Wake up the child within you
Everything is a source of joy
Sweet drink from the river
Satiates the soul every time
Feel happy from the core
Guided towards wisdom and light
The path of life looks bright
Open more doors
Which leads to this eternal bliss*
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
*ancient advice
for meal consumption..
tending livestock first
will bid well..
subdue their hunger
that part
of our soul..
food then satiates
tasted by senses
with flavor sublime
in pineal unity...*
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
She’s brewing like rich wine
the older she gets
her each added faceline
my eyes satiates.
She’s huing like violets
purpling is her soul
tho older she gets
she's never too ole.
She’s frothing like nectar
honeying in core
feels endless this affair
I’m loving her more.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
his magic was very potent
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
that man of wizardry
has me where he wants me
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC
Mustard greens and butter beans and sweet cornbread all around,
And don't forget the crookneck squash, fried a deep and golden brown.
Mounds and mounds of butter, on the corn and on separate plates,
And Jesus’ blessings, our bodies to his service, before we satiates.
Buttermilk biscuits, pull-apart-monkey-rolls and corn muffins too,
And braided bread baked tenderly by Grandmother, just for you.
Country Ham and red-eye, fried chicken and sawmill gravy,
Ready to entice with all things sav’ry.
Sweet Vidalia onions sautéed in bacon fat,
‘Cause Big Daddy always knows, just where it’s at.
We gather together, hand in hand, pressed cheek to cheek in glee,
Our hearts knitted in happiness, we are family!
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
his magic was very potent
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
he magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
he magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
that man of wizardry
he has me where he wants me
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
I drink aurora till my thirst satiates.
Eyes shut, I drink till the gulf widens whilst every spark in me is painted dull
Till no eye sees vividness in the flittering of butterflies,
Till throbbing fades and rumbling becomes melodic,
I drink till my covertness is colourful,
Till my eyes redness is painted
For bereft I am but I'm a fighter, a believer
I drink aurora till my soul is filled
Till transcendency becomes my fortune
And then I'll dance not in colours, but colourful my immortality would be.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
To **** myself or not **** myself, that is the question
I face an existential crisis every day
I want to hurt myself
I want to bleed, to wound myself physically because I can't deal with my mental
The questions and thoughts that plague me every day
I wish I could expunge these idiot things that run through my head
The stupid ******* people that cause me grief every day
Those people are the people I live with
The people I love
The people I work with
Every mother ******* person
I wish I could live isolated
But not alone
Live in my own colony of people that understand me as well as I understand myself
I wish I could operate normally
Not over correct for every ******* small iota of every tiny moment in the ******* day
Why do I have to do everything to such an extent?
Why can't I just be happy?
Why can't I just sleep a peaceful slumber instead of tossing and turning for hours before?
I hate myself
But do I really hate myself?
Or the circumstances that I face?
This life I live is not the life I want
I want freedom
The ocean
The sand to catch these unshed tears
The cold to hit my face
And something warm to embrace
I want ***
But do I want it for the carnal pleasure or for the way it makes me forget for a time these turmoiled emotions I deal with every instant of every ************* ******* day?
I want a partner
But I can't trust
I'm so alone
I'm so alone
I'm so alone
******* I'm alone
How do I fix this?
How do I fix me?
I'm so alone.
No one will ever know the inner core of me.
Someone save me
I wish I were dead.
Someone **** me
I wish I knew real life.
Human essence is the dirt of the earth.
We destroy,
We do not conquer.
We forget,
We all still suffer.
******* us all to the figment of our imagination that is hell.
Every ******* one of us deserves it.
Burn us in a firey pit and then crush our bones to make the cement that holds us all unwillingly together.
******* **** me so I don't have to **** myself.
Nothing makes this feeling go away. No one satiates this gnawing numbness I feel.
I am a black hole that devours every good emotion
Nothing to replace it inside this empty space within me
**** me
**** me
**** me
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
unbearable pain has lift the veil from my eyes.
Oh, God of gods I see thee now.
You care not for worship nor tribute
nor songs of praise.
Yet, while the faithful in huddled rags lie,
Butchers rest well in slips of fine linen.
So let us know thee by thy one covenant kept;
"I am the lord thy God and thou shalt die".
For Death, not deliverance is the truth of your grace
and not man's adoration, but his rotting flesh
that satiates you.
Omnipotent, celestial devourer
unbearable pain has lift the veil from my eyes.
and I see your true form -
God thou art a maggot.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
When brand becomes bland
and routine and rituals
move in rigid homogeneity.
When monocultures spread
like healthy cancer
and our volatility meter
sits still at fever.
When popular financial service
say, that "the center
can't hold anymore."
When sleeping frogs
never wake even
though the enthalpic
belly satiates fully
and any tiny misanthropic
speck will spark
nucleation around
a waking me.we
When these blocks
fire in the deep,
then our dog clan stirs,
a smiling hive feasting
on dead amphibians
left motherly as sustenance
to begin a Trickster's
journey.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Frustrated
Butchering my nails
Counting the split-ends in my hair
Pulling them apart
One-strand-at-a-time
Staring at every scar on my body
Pulling the skin off my wounds
Bemused in exhilerating agony
There has to be an end to this madness
Put some sugar and wait for a house fly
Cover it with your hand
Feel it crawl and buzz, under your skin
Feel it shouting for mercy
Does it tingle, tingle enough, stop, then tingle again
You think it has reached your epitome of frustration
Did that make you feel better about yourself
Stare into space, make sure it is pitch dark
Wait for an epiphany
Tick-tock tick-tock
Take a vase and throw it at the wall-clock
Tick-tock tick-tock
That is the flaw with time travel
Time doesn’t stop
Your presence in the past where you don’t belong will not lead to your present and in turn to the past
Bottom line, you cannot **** with time
Every second you spent frustrated for the lack of time
That every second pointed its finger at you and gave out an evil grin
Can you feel it crawling under your epidermis
Go sit under a tree, with pigeons, those fluffy grey nothings
Let them **** on you, your hair, your branded shirt
When you stink enough pull the trigger, bang!
Watch its neck as it satiates the black and white canvas with red
Does it inspire you
You are lost and struggling and lonely, and frustrated without a thought, that counts
You are probing for purpose you may abhor
Your non-existant muse died as a fetus
You are now limit infinity tending to zero.
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 2:44 PM UTC
"i'll love you until that balloon deflates"
a 3 am lie.
pining over old prom dates,
trying not to die.
don't act like we're first mates.
stop making me cry.
devours. he satiates.
i'm grasping air, i'm a shallow sigh.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
You cut
You scar
You overpower
And by tattered bits we try to cover
You hit
You swear
You hungrily glare
And our body satiates your hunger
You touch as if we were clay
You cheaply play
You make us undeserving to stay
We are characterless
But you?
You are a gentleman to they
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion in his satchel
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion in his satchel
his magic was very potent
he kept a love potion in his satchel
his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
that man of wizardry
he has me where he wants me
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black.
RUN IT slowly through sensitive finger-tip skin.
Black satin shimmers.
FEEL IT creamily smooth like alchemized liquid.
Black satin scintillates.
HOLD IT cool against lips and breathe slowly in.
Black satin stimulates.
TRY IT sensuously folded for more sinuous cling.
Black satin slithers.
WEAR IT bravely, accentuate bedtime's nakedity.
Black satin satiates.
THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
the stories of women you write sonnets upon , or the ones on caricatures
i consume.
they're all fiction to me.
for the women i know are all looking out the window, wandering into endless abyss.
or waiting on tiptoes - to be tied down
in the bonds of 'holy' matrimony.
when they were young,
living on dictums of
father and brothers was an
unspoken, but frequently
enforced trend.
now no longer lean saplings, (who could be stomped upon with ease)
but sprawling, majestic trees
with branches chartering territories
that remain forbidden for the tree.
their offshoots
are sheared (for they can't be crushed with ease)
in the name of honour.
to ebb out all the figments of
rebellion, the tree
might hold in it's gamut.
still tamed in the garden,
a new gardener comes in place.
a slightly younger one, who
comes with his own tenets.
restraining her with a
strap, in the name of modesty.
he satiates himself by strangling
last shreds of revolt
her father couldn't slay.
the woman is caged in bars of shame,
all in the name of honour.
yet again.
why is it that the women i know only lessen with age?
but the men smirk upon,only inflating their slyness. as the years grow on them.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
I am in a constant cycle of make and remake.
Passion ebbs and flows from my core
Subjected to the company surrounding me.
Encircling, intertwining, tainting like a drop of black in an entire pale of white paint.
I have yet to find one person
That draws something from within my very being,
That entirely satisfies and satiates this gnawing in my stomach,
This unrelenting hunger.
What am I starving for?
What is it that I can not help but crave?
If only I knew, if only I knew.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
There is nothing like stepping outside on a chill morning
& standing barefoot in the dewy grass
with my eyes closed against the rising sun.
The light piercing my eyelids fills my vision with a calming sunset red
that perfectly visualizes the feeling of the softly warm sun rays
blanketing my skin as the morning breeze paints my body
with a fine chilled brush.
I feel each patient beat of my heart
singing a song with the morning birds,
the flowing river & the dancing trees.
The sweet melody satiates me with serenity
& if only for a moment,
I am happy.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
Greedily *******
So cold
and wet.
Throat sticking
Needing sweet,
immediate relief.
Calamitous spill
Like river
through gorge.
Morning desperation
Drink until
water satiates.
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 4:33 AM UTC