The initial Word popped up, and said :
‘ Write me down. Quick! ‘
Then another word popped up
‘ I would look good next to that ‘
Then another word popped up
‘ I too want to stand in that line ‘
Then another. And another. And another.
All in a row, in their natural order
Comfortable, balanced, at ease
As if they were meant to be.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
What’s the Crack? Shall I call it Quim?
Or does it answer to Minge?
Do I dive head first into this Muff?
Slurping like a Honey Badger loving the stuff
Cup my hand round Rosy
Make myself at home in Coochy
Gently stroke the purring Pussy
Middle finger warm in moist Fanny
Spread the net to catch the slippery Fish
Open the Oyster and prepare the dish
Bon appetit Tuna Sandwich
Nibble and feel it twitch
Squeezebox, or Snatch, the Slit of sweet pain
Speak in tongues to the Lady who lives down the Lane
Nerve Centre? Pleasure Pod? Call it Clit
Open her Purse, withdraw and deposit
Dig in, dig in, penetrate the Open Wound
Treasure buried beneath the Fleshy Mound
Slip in, slip in, enter the Pearly Gates
Pleasure, come, satisfy your palates
Roll in the Mink of her hot Beaver
Release the musk of her sated Flower
Cupcake, shall I be even more blunt?
Allow me to sing in praise of your Cunt
Some call it Heaven, others Eden
I love to plant the Lady Garden
Along the Tunnel to the back of the Cave
Men desire to be buried in this Grave …
One man not fixated with the junction of your thighs
Nor obsessed with turning on your sighs
I want to give the truth to all the lies
I love to watch the moonlight dancing in your eyes.
( c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
This stain-polluted light, this night-ravaged dawn
This is not that break of day yearned for in expectant hope
This is not the dawn whose desired promise we carried forth
We comrades set out convinced of finding somewhere or other
In the celestial desert a haven for the stars to finally come to rest
Somewhere for the night’s slow, lazy waves to lap a distant shore
Somewhere a safe harbour to dock the ship of heartache
The mysterious pathways known only to the blood of youth
When we friends set off so many hands tugged at our clothes
Reaching out from eager bed-chambers in the Abode of Beauty
Open arms enticed us, the siren calls of bodies in heat
Very dear, but all our love was for the vision of dawn
Very near, pure rays of light rising on her glowing robes
Our longing still strong, we shrugged off our fatigue
I have heard that the dark has been separated from the light
I have heard that the journey and destination have been unified
The behaviour of our fellow sufferers has changed full circle
Pleasure of union is now pure, the pain of separation is now impure
Fire in the liver, the vision unfulfilled, the pain of heartburn
The remedies for this severance have no affect on any ailment
Whence came the beauteous morning breeze? Blew away where?
There is no news yet of the lamp at the end of the path
There is no lessening yet in the heavy oppression of the night
The hour has not come for the deliverance of heart and soul
Keep moving … keep moving … our goal has not yet been reached.
( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
Thoughts become actions become reality
Be the author of your life story
Not fiction, create the future daily
Write your own fate and destiny.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.
God appears to the Creative Man
“I will whisper in your ear
And you bring forth a form
For all men to witness.”
The artist, inspired, expresses in words plain
His heart and soul, in all their glory, laid bare
Reveal the Ideal that should be the norm
Mirror the higher power behind the Bliss.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.
You want to be a writer?
Read. Read. Read.
You want to be a writer?
Pen. Paper. Write.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.
Shame? Depression?
Sit alone and cry?
Lay down and die?
Your fault you were broken?
No! No! No! Know this —-
The break is not weakness
You live to fight another day
The fracture will set stronger
AT THE POINT IT WAS BROKEN
Stand up!! A complete person
God’s creation, a thing of Wonder!
(c)Satori Publishing, 2018.
I am the son of my father
I am my father of the son.
(c)Satori Publishing, 2018.
Controlled breathing, belly deep, puts the brakes on Conscious Thought
In at nose, hold, out of mouth, empty lungs, reduces the chatter to nought
Rich oxygen to a quiet mind is the creative food for thought
Silence aids victory when the big battles are fought.
(c)Satori Publishing,2018.
Be an Artist
Be a god
Create your own universe
Create your own creatures
Breathe life into the chapter and verse
Your progeny, your features
Be a god
Be an Artist.
(c) Satori Publishing,2017.
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
The girls in your city are pretty I’m sure
But in Lahore they’re pretty just a little bit more
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
Lahore city, the girls so pretty.
When you want to get away from every vulture
Take a trip to Lahore, city of historic culture
The jewellery quarter has diamonds and pearls
But nothing as precious as the golden girls
All the parks have peacocks strolling on the lawns
All the gardens have ladies parading their finest gowns
The flowers in bloom will make your heart sigh
You can have heaven without having to die
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
The girls in your city are pretty I’m sure
But in Lahore they’re pretty just a little bit more
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
Lahore city, the girls so pretty.
Early in the morning when Lahore is bathed in sunshine
Or at dusk when she seems to be wearing silk so fine
Listen and recite, there’s a poem on every street corner
Every sight and sound sings a song in her honour
Taste the food so lush it has certain powers
Her perfume is sweeter than all the flowers
Every pretty girl you see will make you cry
You can have heaven without having to die
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
The girls in your city are pretty I’m sure
But in Lahore they’re pretty just a little bit more
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
Lahore city, the girls so pretty.
Every sense, every emotion magnified
Every nerve in my body electrified
I am wired to every star in the sky
My heart is a kite ready to fly
If you want further proof
Meet me up on the roof
Look at all the sweet angels walking by
You can have heaven without having to die
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
The girls in your city are pretty I’m sure
But in Lahore they’re pretty just a little bit more
Lahore city, the girls so pretty
Lahore city, the girls so pretty.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2017.
There is no secret, no magic pill, no easy way in
Methodical practise is the key if you want to win
Deliberate practise designed to make progress
Aim the practise at the target for sweet success
The new rises from the old as you fuel the burning
Fresh repetition is the mother of all creative learning
Get Father Time on your side if you want glory in the sun
You cannot stop his hands but you can make his feet run
Every second, every minute, every hour of every day of your life
Take a stand on the edge of the blade and sharpen the knife
You have to shovel a mountain to find a diamond
You have to obey the laws of supply and demand
The more you demand it the more it will be supplied
The more you practise it the more you will be qualified
Rage against the Mediocre too busy doing nothing
Rage against the Wannabe wanting something for nothing
Natural talent just sitting around is a jerk
Natural talent has to be honed with hard work
The one who practises the hard will turn it to easy
The one who practises the most will turn it to reality
Talent is good but practise makes it better
Talent is good but practise makes it greater
All greatness is a mix of certain passions
And a certain number of practise sessions
You must have the desire and the will to practise the skill
Practise the techniques till you are ready to make the kill
How can you move forward if you do not practise?
How can you improve further if you do not practise?
Put your back into it, put your heart into it
Put your mind to it, pour your soul into it
Patience, patience, learning the craft takes time
The more the grape ripens the sweeter the wine
Practise with love … that is the key lesson
Practise what you love with energetic passion
Practise with the belief that you will reach your goal
Practise with the knowledge that it is in your control
Imagine it … and practise it till it is real
Practise the dream till it is a done deal
Never forget the golden rule to winning
Set your eyes on the prize, and keep practising.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2017.
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