Tag Archives: eternal

Let Me Count The Names

May 27, 2020Poems18+, artistic, Beaver, bliss, brash, cocky, creative, Cupcake, cutting edge, dish, ecstasy, Eden, erotic, eternal, exotic, Fish, Heaven, Inspiration, joy, jungle drums, Lady Garden, Let Me Count The Names, lifestyle, love, lust, moist, moonlight, nerve centre, original, Oyster, passion, perfume, pleasure, poem, poetry, Satori Publishing, sensual, sexy, stoke, timeless, universal, visionary, voodoo rhythms, whirling dervishsatoripublishing2013

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.

Beauty Imagined

April 10, 2020Poemsbeautiful, Beauty Imagined, beginning to end, bestow, erased, eternal, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, glance, glance eternal, innocent, luscious, poem, poetry, radiant, safety net, Satori Publishing, spirit, timeless, translation, truth, universal, Urdu to Englishsatoripublishing2013

Bestow on me
Your luscious lips, innocent brow, beautiful eyes
So that I may, once more, drown in those pleasures
With one glance take my life into your embrace

That I may be enclosed in this safety net for ever
That your radiant beauty stops my return to the dark world
That the stains of past desires are washed from my heart
That I am free from the fear of grief to come

That my past and future are erased from beginning to end
Just one glance, bestow on me that one glance eternal.

( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).

Your Ocean Eyes

April 9, 2020Poemsconstant, dusk, eternal, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, false, flame, passion, poetry, Satori Publishing, secrets, sun drowns, timeless, translation, truth, twilight zone, union, universal, Urdu to English, Your Ocean Eyessatoripublishing2013

On the edge of sunlight, the evening sets
Both meet in the twilight zone
Neither day nor night, neither today nor tomorrow
One moment eternal, the next up in smoke

On the edge of sunlight, for a moment or two
The flame of lips
The ache of arms
This union of ours, neither true nor false

Why keep secrets, the one constant not to blame
Speak falsely for what reason?
When in your ocean eyes
This evening’s sun drowns
People indoors will sleep peacefully …
The traveller will set off on the path.

( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).

Human Nature

July 5, 2019Poemsacross the board, brash, culture, cutting edge, dramatic, eternal, evolution, evolve, food for thought, higher ground, Human Nature, Inspiration, lifestyle, original, personal, poetry, round and round, Satori Publishing, the basics, timeless, travel, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Every little thing in this world
Fashion, industry, technology, science
Everything develops, moves forward
People run around, trying to keep up;
The latest titbit, the shiniest, the must have
To die for, gimmick, gadget, toy
The essential thrill, can’t live without;
So new, so modern, so civilised, a million years
A million miles away from the furthest jungle
A miracle that the ape became a Man
And the man developed a civilisation;
Things change, evolve, mature
Everything apart from Human Nature.

You think you are civilised?
Cultured? Educated? Refined?
Your hoity-toity airs and graces
A touch away from the Beast;
You are two steps away
From the darkest jungle
You are seven meals away
From being a cannibal;
The call of the wild
Bite, tear flesh, taste blood
Extreme measures taken to safeguard
Your belly, your ass, your dick
But above all your pocket;
There is but ONE truth
You are an animal, a beast
King of the jungle, you MUST rule
Lord it over every creature;
Things change, evolve, mature
Everything apart from Human Nature.

Take off, sail the stars, create new Markets
Colonize the planets, organise slave labour
Bondage dressed as Democracy, Freedom, Progress
The biggest guns rule the Heavens;
The money-men buy/create new technology
Soft/hardware to keep them ahead, on top
Their children will inherit, born to rule
Part man/machine, Time will bow before them;
Gleaming, glittering cyborgs, bells and whistles
Running around, trying to keep up, the must have
The latest stimulant, to die for
The can’t live without, the old, old story;
Things change, evolve, mature
Everything apart from Human Nature.

Life In Four Lines

June 12, 2018Poemsacross the board, dramatic, eternal, facing facts, food for thought, Inspiration, Life In Four Lines, original, passion, personal, poetic, Satori Publishing, spirit, the basics, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Since the dawn of time scratching the head to ignite
Trudging daily on the treadmill to preserve the spark
The very last thought is like the switching off of a light
No-body is conscious of the worm in the dark.

(c)Satori Publishing, 2018.

Cycle

June 12, 2018Poemsacross the board, artistic, Cycle, eternal, higher ground, Inspiration, inspire, joy, love, original, passion, personal, poetic, sacred, Satori Publishing, soul, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

I am the son of my father
I am my father of the son.

(c)Satori Publishing, 2018.

Quietude

April 30, 2017Poemsartistic, bliss, creative, divine, eternal, food for thought, higher ground, Inspiration, inspire, joy, oxygen, passion, personal, poetic, Quietude, sacred, Satori, Satori Publishing, soul, spirit, timeless, transcend, universal, visionary, zensatoripublishing2013

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

March 6, 2017Poemsartistic, aspire, Be, brash, creative, culture, cutting edge, divine, dramatic, eternal, higher ground, Inspiration, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, original, passion, personal, poetic, romantic, Satori Publishing, soul, spirit, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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.

Lahore City

March 5, 2017Lyrics/Songsartistic, brash, creative, culture, dramatic, erotic, eternal, exotic, Girls, higher ground, History, Inspiration, inspire, joy, Lahore, Lahore City, lifestyle, love, lyrical, original, Pakistani, passion, personal, poetic, romantic, Satori Publishing, sensual, timeless, travel, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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

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

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

In Praise Of Practise

February 20, 2017Poemsartistic, brash, cocky, creative, cutting edge, dramatic, eternal, higher ground, In Praise Of Practise, Inspiration, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, original, passion, practise makes perfect, Satori Publishing, spirit, the basics, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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.

Eternal

January 12, 2014Poemseternal, higher ground, inspire, joy, love, passion, personal, poetic, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Will this love ever end?
Shout, ‘Never !!’
How long will we be lovers and friends?
Whisper, ‘Forever’.

Rafi’s Voice

October 24, 2013Lyrics/Songs, Poems18+, adults only, artistic, aspire, erotic, eternal, greatest singer ever, immortal, joy, love, lust, passion, personal, Rafi, Rafi's Voice, rock and roll, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, sensual, sweet as wine, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

Put some music on, babe, before you take your clothes off
Undress slow and sensuous on love’s behalf
One by one the secrets of your body reveal
The music will mirror the way I feel …
Rafi sang sweet as wine
The first time I made you mine.

The sacred moment of entry is sheer bliss
My hot flesh seems to enter your ocean with a hiss
Instead of cooling me down you turn on the heat
I’m going to melt where our hearts and souls meet …
Rafi sang sweet as wine
The first time I made you mine.

Rafi’s voice poured out smooth as your hive
Through hoops of fleshy fire I love to dive
Each time you take a breath
I push deeper into your depth …
Rafi sang sweet as wine
The first time I made you mine.

And as we slowly moved at full pelt
Rafi’s voice sounded the way our bodies felt
Rafi s voice is immortal
Our love will be eternal …
Rafi sang sweet as wine
The first time I made you mine.