"tames" poems
The Lion Tamer is Bold.
The Lion Tamer is Strong.
The Lion Tamer is Smart.
The Lion Tamer Is Courageous.
The Lion Tamer Trust Her Lion Even after been attacked from Lions Before.
The Lion Tamer Knows how to Calm her Lion when Hes In Roar.
The Lion Tamer Tames the Lion in Me.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 1:52 PM UTC
*In the frost garbed winter all I could notice was her
While delicately she let the tea fall into the cup
Her spell binding beauty magically won me over
Roaring oceans in her eyes
The sun bathes in them to
Birth dawns to embellish her skies
I noticed over the cup of tea
Spring sprouted alive in her smile
Fuchsia gave away on her cheeks
She tames seasons in her own style
I noticed over another cup of tea
Winds matted her hair with wild lilies
Her every step like favours on carpeted heavens
She commanded every breath in the stone alleys
I noticed over the cups of tea*....
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
She tames wild beasts
wipes tears from desperate eyes
she is brave to every monster she meets
only all alone she cries
"we are all fighting a battle
we are really all the same
nothing and no one is perfect
we all have our own blame"
she helps bruises fade
brings life back to dying eyes
she is brave to every monster we've made
only all alone she cries
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
Alone I sail across the formidable sea,
Many men have drowned in this stormy weather!
Will the waves devour me to my death?
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
My mind is fatigued by feeling of doubts
As my body has fought many hours to survive
And navigate the dinghy in search of land-
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
Shivering silently in the darkness
My spirit crushed by the ravenous rain!
Should I surrender to the sea of pain?
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
In the brink of suffering and strife,
I realise I am powerless against nature-
Only heaven can bless me with the breath of life.
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
In the chaos, I made a personal prayer
And felt my soul submit to a serene state
As I ask the Lord to decide my fate-
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
For the first time in my vulnerable state-
I felt the love of the Lord embrace my spirit
And all the fears and doubts dissipate –
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
I realise life should move in a motion
Where love tames the wild weather of life
And relinquish all dark emotions-
So the force of the Wind of Destiny can awake!
With this new knowledge,
My spirit renews with vibrant vigour
As the truth of life finally been acknowledge
The force of the Wind of Destiny has awaken!
The sun wakes up from her sleep
The waves gently rocks the sail boat
The cloud calms down from her weep.
The force of the Wind of Destiny has awaken!
I feel my spirit soar
Like seagulls roaming across the sky
For I finally tasted the joy of God’s grace.
The force of the Wind of Destiny has awaken!
What lands shall be discovered?
I do not know what tomorrow will behold
Only courage and determination it will be uncovered
The force of the Wind of Destiny has awaken!
Staring sentimentally at the Sunrise
I feel the fiery breaths of the wind
Blowing my sail boat across the vast ocean.
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
You tame me
the same way the moon tames the Sun as they embrace each other during an eclipse
And the world watches in awe
admiring their beauty
You tame me
the same way the shore tames the ocean
because even though the ocean barks
crashing against itself like a wild beast
it becomes gentle as a mother
cradling her newborn
creeping in for a kiss
slow and delicate
You tame me
like a tigress being tamed by the king of the jungle
she dares not defy him
because if she does punishment is soon to follow
fierce
yet sensual
You tame me
Like a dominant taking control of his submissive
Making sure she knows who's in charge
You tame me
By battling my demons with your own
I allow you to tame me
Because I love you
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
I am two fools, I know—
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry;
But where’s that wiseman that would not be I,
If she would not deny?
Then, as th’ earths inward narrow crooked lanes
Do purge sea waters fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhymes vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For he tames it that fetters it in verse.
But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain,
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To Love and Grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when ’tis read;
Both are increased by such songs,
For both their triumphs so are published;
And I, which was two fooles, do so grow three;
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
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The conjugate of idolatry,
The alchemy of flame,
The Astarte of pure harlotry-
And nomenclature'd name.
The lode-stone of sly coquetry,
The compass-stone of hearth,
The balanced stoichiometry-
Broken waters of birth.
The Vestal of impurity,
The perfidy of shame-
My blood in you runs truer red;
This craving never tames.
Oct 5, 2011
Oct 5, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
Topic,
My next project will be
Dissecting ego:
From where it begins
Objectives:
To try to explore, where the seeds are
To unveil who showed it
To confirm if it is heritable?
To witness how fast it grows
Is that us who tame ego,
Or does ego tames us?
Does ego dies before the possessor?
Method used,
Tracking the loud voice
Tracking the grandeur side
Dissecting skin deep
Relating all connections
Exploring circumstances
Done exclusive on humans
Saints excluded
Discussion:
Ego never discuss
It stays ahead
Conclusion:
We are the one
We tame ego
Absolutely acquired
Understanding is the antidote
Disclosure:
None
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
It is my belief, that at our core is a connection
with a deep “Inner Knowing."
It's abode resides within each of us.
At the point of deep silence.
Between our inhalation and exhalation
There is a point of stillness
In the quiet of our personal eternal now.
The Dove sitting quietly on her nest.
Do you call her an Angel?
Holy Spirit?
Or the Self Actulizing Higher self?
Or someing else?
A quiet knowing warms the heart
A scream or a shout you will never hear!
A quiet tender voice
Calling.
Without a doubt!
Do you understand her deeper nature?
She is the Ancestor,
The Guru, The Teacher, The Guide, The Witness
The maintainer of Life itself.
Lovingly, tending to the questiions of your heart.
She comforts the destressed soul.
Tames the racing fears.
Dispells the wild winds of assupmtions!
Vigulant, never ceasing
Always enduring to the end.
Raising us up!
We are a unified whole
Layers upon layers of energies
knit kindly togethter
With Her Love.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
I invite thee, I invite thee;
to sit by and tell a story.
I shall be comely and pretty;
you'll be tempted to flirt with me.
I shall leave behind the crude waves;
and my underwater bleak cave.
I want to see lands and be brave;
seek the prince I've so longed to have.
I shall turn into a human;
a fair-skinned rosy young maiden.
I shall wait for thee by that rock,
while straightening up my dark lock.
I shall wear my long black hair down;
I shall be dressed in my red gown.
I shall sing my love song to you;
Whose lyrics are so clear and true.
I shall blush at the sight of thee;
I shall turn red and be naughty.
I shall make thee feel heavenly;
I shall make thee fall in love with me.
I shall look deep into thy eyes;
As dusk falls and night turn to rise.
I shall lay my head in thy arms;
be swept and swirled lost in thy charms.
I shall taste the scent of thy lips;
Kiss the curves of thy fingertips.
My mouth driven 'round thy sweet tongue,
As thou embrace me all along.
I am but thirsty for one love,
love that consoles, love that can heal.
Love that makes me stronger and tough,
love that understands what I feel.
I am hungry for a lover,
who can kiss and love me better.
when far rolls a pernicious storm;
He shall calm me and hug me warm.
I long to meet but one sincere;
One whose heart gentle and tender.
Whose heart has neither grief nor rage;
Sweet and mature for one his age.
I am in search for a husband,
who's willing to learn and listen.
He shall make everything bad good;
he lights my charm; he tames my mood.
Such a flawless husband like him,
is indeed every woman's dream.
He shall be my wise companion;
not just oneself of temptations.
Such a generous man like him;
perhaps lives only in poetry.
But I believe as weird it seems;
I shall find him in reality.
He shall indeed be my dream man;
both a husband and faithful friend.
He shall kiss away all this pain;
he shall keep me safe by his hand.
He shall be my one truest king;
for whom I write, to whom I sing.
Be his lifelong and faithful wife,
from now on; 'till the afterlife.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
her eyes are bluest in the bathroom
in early afternoon on the west side of the building
(but you probably knew that)
those are the lights, there
and there are lions in the lights and their gold circles
are halved and the gold circles
beneath her eyes are halved
and there are lions in her eyes, too
except in the bathroom, on the west side, in the early afternoon
it has always been something but not this
always there but not so big
her eyes are bluest in the bathroom
where you wouldn’t think to follow her
you tell the story and it is
happily-ever-after, goodnight
(day is so much better still)
she’s unready still
always unready to run with lions and so she tames them
in her eyes, and in the lights (it is ethically challenging)
and the gold half-circles
are bigger
and so is that other thing
always there
always unready
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
There once was a great beast, now but a myth, who sat atop Mr. Atlas’s throne. So the story goes, the beast had become so heavy, and such a burden on Mr. Atlas, that he enlisted some folks to tame it. ****** that beast could fight back. He fought for ages, centuries, eons, a near-bloody-eternity to stay on top of his throne. He would not be defeated, until the world stopped turning up on old Mr. Atlas’s back. After fighting back on and on, pressuring the tamers for years on end, the gargantuan beast was slowly getting tired. Energy seeped out of his body. But he kept fighting. He kept fighting until he didn’t see the point anymore, and he fought some more.
To this very moment, the beast is still fighting up there on old Mr. Atlas’s back.
The beast, our voice, our final bastion of worldly balance, should very well be tamed by now. The idea of submitting to our tamers is a very unpopular one, though popular at the same time among some. But they are the tamers, and we are the beasts, fighting back to little avail but not giving up on the mission, though thoroughly futile.
Folks, it’s time for us to submit to those who are taming us. As awful, as cowardly, as utterly asinine as this sounds to most of you, we just cannot go on if we continue to fight back.
Those in charge have ****** it up so thoroughly that we must live life through simplistic principles. We can’t afford to **** around with “the man” anymore. It simply will not work. We have to find our happiness. We have to enjoy the little things, little victories, little comforts, little joys, little hardships, and big souls with big aspirations on the little scale that we are left with. As we enjoy these things, we in turn do not submit to those above us. In fact, those above us hate that we are content. Our contentment is their pain, and if they feel pain, then they stop taming us and they themselves become the ones who are tamed, subdued by their own (now) unsuccessful attempts to tame us.
So we have to find comfort in the uncomfortable, and joy in the hardships of life, and accept that we cannot change a thing unless we are content with the conditions that these folks have presented us with.
Comfort and contentment is everything, and it is what tames the tamers of the beast.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
She is ice
And he is fire
She is an angel
And him a devil
She's often seen sitting
On a park bench
Dressed immaculately; rich
With her nose stuck in a book
Whereas he's often seen lounging
At a squalid pub
With a drink in hand
Smoke curling from his smirking lips
Both polar opposites,
Ying and yang.
Yet when together
They become one
Her Fire can thaw his ice
And his water tames her fire
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
I wrote this to say "I'm sorry"
But some how I want these lines to serve as more than the average apology
I want you to acknowledge me
surface my intentions beyond the 2D
Dimension our eyes see.
This situation calls for 3D glasses in order for you to fully understand a lost avatar,
No blue creator on Flat screens,
Just someone as complexly simple like me.
Adjust screen.
Magnify my heart so you can see that it's impossible for it to bump
without skipping beat.
Intimidated, I was,
The thought of me without you
was something like Pinky's ideas with no Brain
Things just were completely insane.
Personality, biopolar
for when your presence wasn't near I became a individual even I fear.
Like my body is here but my habits are not me.
Some sort of split personality
Name her for this ****** expression isn't one I recognize
This new form of madness has hypnotized me.
I can't believe how this new predator only shows when you are away
As if when you are close your voice tames the beast.
Never leave me for if you do I wont be able to behave
I apologize for this my temper that I can not contain.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 9:53 PM UTC
If I could paint a picture with my words
A palette of stars..rainbow of verbs
Illuminate heaven for all to see
Bring everlasting peace to humanity
Alas I know it's a dream
A *** has to boil to build up steam
There is no clock..Endless is time
Measuring moments in our mind
Delusion illusion..Do you trust what you see?
Someone needs to question society's vanity
Systems smoking..Politics broken
Humanity choking everyone is coping
Complicate the simple take us off our path
Study patterns of History do the math
Yesterday's tomorrow is same as today
All possibility in the word of play
Feel the wrong..Feel the right
Living in the middle gives us sight
Beauty within tames nature of the beast
Pretty words provide hope till we find our peace...
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
At our core is a connection
with a deep “Inner Knowing."
It's abode resides within each of us.
At the point of deep silence.
Between our inhalation and exhalation
A point of stillness
In the quiet of our personal eternal now.
The Dove sitting quietly on her nest.
Do you call her an Angel?
Holy Spirit?
Or the Self Actualizing Higher Self?
Or something else?
What ever you call her, it does not matter
She is a quiet knowing that warms my heart.
A scream or a shout is never, her tender voice.
She leaves no doubt
Regarding deep nature, deep compassoin.
She is the Ancestor,
The Guru, The Teacher, The Guide, The Witness
The maintainer of life itself.
Lovingly, tending to the questions of your heart.
She comforts the destressed
Tames the racing fears.
Dispels the wild winds of assumptions!
Vigilant, never ceasing
Always enduring to the end.
Raising us up!
Guiding each back into a unified soul.
Layers upon layers of energies
knit kindly together with Her Love.
Such wings as these!!
Oh Yes! Take flight!!!
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC
My mind,
Oh my precious mind; my thoughts; my companion; my direction.
You have been with me from the time of my inception.
Together, you have fought with me to the ends of the earth.
You stuck with me in my brightest days and darkest night.
From cradle, you have shaped, nurtured and craved me into what I'm today; a beautiful imperfection.
Oh my precious mind.
A friend without strings.
The only one other than my creators, who knows my deepest secrets; my darkest thoughts, my greatest fears, my hopeless shames and my widest imagination.
I'm a reflection of you, and without you, I'd become like a bearing with no direction, an animal untamed, a man without ambition; whats a lion without its mane? Without you, i'd become insane; a mad man with blown fuse walking around in a loop, soon to be chained.
My mind,
My only companion, my loyal servant. The one who tames the beast in me and remains me of my humanity. The difference between me and an animal.
you speak the Truth regardless of how much it hurts me.
My mind,
A marvelous piece of God's jewelry,
a work of art, beautifully and wonderfully crafted as a precious gift from my creator.
You're the medicine to my sickness, the antidote to my poison.
You're my poet; my artist; my counselor; my adviser and the day i lose you is the moment i stop existing.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
The clown doctor gave lolly-pops to children.
The circus sergeant tames white tigers with red steaks.
The small professors pacemaker shout little words.
The unchanged man sit medicated empty of stock.
The heros drown in gun-power river radiation.
The operation of the new world, looks so divided.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 8:09 PM UTC
The Chosen One of the Gods
The gods have spoken, the stars align,
A chosen one shall rise in time.
With strength and will, with heart so true,
He walks the path the heavens drew.
Yahweh grants his guiding light,
A shield of faith, a soul so bright.
Through storms and trials, fierce and long,
He stands unshaken, bold and strong.
Shiva roars, the flames arise,
His wisdom burns within his eyes.
With cosmic dance and fearless might,
He bends the dark, he tames the night.
Brahma whispers, fate takes form,
Creation’s breath, the world reborn.
With sacred hands and endless lore,
He builds the realm forevermore.
Zeus sends thunder, Odin calls,
Anubis guards where shadows fall.
Vishnu watches, balance true,
Ra brings dawn in golden hue.
All the gods, both old and new,
Have blessed his path, have forged him through.
No chains can bind, no foe withstand,
For fate is written by divine hand.
He walks with fire, he walks with grace,
A destined king, time can’t erase.
For gods have willed, and stars have shown,
That he shall rise—his name well known.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 6:43 PM UTC
For seven-eighths of each day
I long for those instantaneous moments of
Unbridled joy.
I bid so long to Marianne
As I hear the full bubble of wine
And welcome Suzanne
And the fullness of her moistened lips.
Oh, if the eyes are portals to the soul,
Then the throat must positively be the vessel
To all that soothes the thunder
and causes our souls to shudder
In the watery pits of our gut.
These toxic tonics that we hold
Betwixt our baneful id,
And our most pathetic of egos.
This lamb that tames the lion,
Purple hearted with paranoia
and a lack of trust to rival even the most barbarous
Of governments.
**** me or don’t.
Perhaps the only mark of solace in this life
Is to be stabbed in the front
And to avoid the hustling of the scheming lovers
Behind the roman blinds of your devotion.
Set fire to Marianne.
You can lay with Suzanne
But don’t share a smoke with her.
Because she will take.
And take.
Take.
T.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:47 AM UTC
Piggy bank smashed
For the last coin and cash
Stash of licorice
Blends in well
Swell with butterflies
When I see her
On my wrist
And in my blood
Flood my veins with fire and flames
Tames animals I don't know the name of
Not a single dove
To love
Above a harrowing landscape
**** my mind
Before my body
Shoddy, I give it away
Don't have to stay
I'll even hold the door for you
Piggy bank black and blue
Do what you need to do
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
coated in black tar
a rat by the tail
pull it out from your throat
it's too weak to scurry
pried from it's home
let it go
pick your poison
drown it
in a stream of ethanol
the ghost of a rat
No.
clean the little creature
feed it some crumbs
watch it not grow
make it yours
house it in affection
watch as it tames, no longer craving black tar
let it go
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
*Remarkable love
The word in which I choose to describe love
Tangible love
The way you feel it graze your skin
And stare into the depths of eyes
That share such a vigorating feeling
Undaunting love
Love has brought me through the dirt
Yet raised me from the ground and kissed my wounds
The beauty is regal and untamed
A vicious foe yet filled with an undying loyalty
It is uncapturable, as fluctuating as the erratic beat of my heart
Formidable love
Love knows me yet I am a stranger
Staring wide eyed at the looming colossal figure
The beast that calms me
The only one that tames my fiery heart
Until my flame is a soft flicker against the moonlight
Desirable love
Until fingers graze skin
And lips tremble in the proximity
Chests press a hard thud against familiar flesh
And pulses raise
Remarkable love*
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
The water was crystalline and cold
I danced with you in a crushing grip
and distant disconnection.
I held on to you—
in an illusory intimacy,
and deafening silence,
in the moments of fulfillment,
in the endless hours of isolation.
It was my first dance—
chosen with open eyes.
Youth tames wild rivers,
but the swirling depths take away
strength, naivety,
and wonder.
I persisted in stubbornness for years,
suspended between the worlds—
like a stone swallowed by a waterfall
at first, looking into an icy void
then into the warm sun,
convincing myself
I could heal something,
never having been whole.
Uncertain of what was
much closer to me—
my persistence
or my yearning
for what would never come to be.
Then the river tore me from the shore
carried me far away.
Did I ever have a choice?
The hardest thing
is to say goodbye to what
was never real.
This dance by the waterfall’s edge
will remain the only dance of my life.
I know I don’t want to be trapped
in the cold waters rushing toward
the abyss.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC
I walk these roads as
if I had known that
letter boxes are more like
an ice-box for transplant hearts-
you must move quickly or else
time tames the rest.
Words were like the map of veins drawn
on the back of my hands; I
thought that maybe if I
keep on walking
my heartbeat like a siren beating very fast
could guide me home.
And I am home.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC