Tag Archives: visionary

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.

Separation Of

May 1, 2020Poemscutting edge, facing facts, food for thought, higher ground, Inspiration, inspire, lifestyle, men from the boys, personal, poem, poetry, Satori Publishing, Separation Of, spirit, The Life, timeless, truth, universal, visionary, winners from the loserssatoripublishing2013

The rest
The best
Mindset.

May God Not Bring …

April 6, 2020Poemsbitterness, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, false promises, food for thought, grief, higher ground, Inspiration, May God Not Send ..., mourning, poetry, Satori Publishing, sorrows, spirit, timeless, translation, truth, universal, Urdu to English, visionarysatoripublishing2013

May God not bring you that time of mourning
When peaceful sleep is forbidden to you
Your happiness to date brought to an end
Your life poured into a cup of bitterness

The mirror of your grief melts the heart
Only a swarm of sorrows are eager to remain
Extreme pain the only feeling to remain
Only in a dream does your youth remain

The pride in your beauty completely humbled
The long nights when you thirst for peaceful rest
Your mind thirsts for someone to share your grief
Like a hopeful autumn thirsts for Spring

No forehead willing to bow on your threshold
To submit in devotion, make you rejoice
To trust in false promises of tomorrow

May God not bring you that time to remind you
The restless heart that longs for you even now
The expectant eye that looks for you even now.

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

Spring Came

March 29, 2020Poemsacross the board, dreams, dusty chapters, embraces, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, flowers, food for thought, higher ground, Inspiration, intoxicating, joy, love, memories, moon maidens, new angle, old accounts, perfume, poem, poetry, Satori Publishing, seasons, spirit, Spring Came, timeless, translation, truth, universal, Urdu to English, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Spring came, springing anew as if from nowhere
All those dreams, all those days of youth
That had died upon your lips
But after dying, it seemed each time,
All the flowers have bloomed afresh

Theirs the perfume of your memories
Theirs the blood of your lovers
All the anguish has boiled over
Grieving friends too are in dire straits

Lying drunk in the lap of moon maidens
All the dusty chapters of the heart
Yours, mine, all questions, all answers
Spring came, and opened up once again
A new angle to figure out old accounts.

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

Dawn Of Freedom (August 1947)

March 27, 2020Poemsartistic, creative, culture, dawn, Dawn Of Freedom (August 1947), facing facts, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, food for thought, freedom, higher ground, History, Inspiration, inspire, lifestyle, love, memory, oppression, partition, passion, poem, poetry, Satori Publishing, separation, spirit, the basics, timeless, tragic, translation, truth, universal, Urdu to English, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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 ).

Hum Dekhenge (We Shall Witness)

January 3, 2020Poemscall to arms, culture, cutting edge, death knell for dictators, facing facts, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, food for thought, higher ground, Hum Dekhenge, Inspiration, inspire, justice, Kaaba, oppressed, poem, poetry, prayer, rebellion, revolutionary, Satori Publishing, spirit, timeless, translated from Urdu, translation, truth, tyranny, universal, Urdu to English, visionary, We Shall Witnesssatoripublishing2013

We shall witness
Inevitable that we too shall witness
The day which has been promised
Written on the tablet of eternity
We shall witness

When mountains of tyranny will be rend asunder
Blown away like cotton fluff
Under the aching feet of the oppressed
The earth will tremble, quake, and shudder
And over the heads of the brutal rulers
The lightning will flash, strike, and thunder
We shall witness

When from the Kaaba, on god’s sacred earth,
All idols will be removed
We the dispossessed, exiled from the holy place,
Will be seated on cushioned thrones
All crowns will be flung aloft
All seats of power will be overturned
We shall witness

The only name to remain will be Allah
He who is absent and omnipresent
He who is the creator and the beholder
The clarion call “I am the Truth” will rise
As I am, so are you
And we, creations of God, will reign

We shall witness
As I am, so are you
We shall witness
Inevitable that we too shall witness
We shall witness.

( My take on a poem by the peerless, and ever-relevant, Faiz Ahmed Faiz).

Jihad Personal

December 3, 2019Poemsaspire, culture, cutting edge, facing facts, food for thought, higher ground, highest school, History, Inspiration, inspire, Islam, Jihad Personal, justice, lifestyle, original, personal, personal jihad, poem, poetry, recipes, revolution, Satori Publishing, spirit, the basics, The Life, timeless, truth, universal, visionary, worldly temptations, zensatoripublishing2013

Jihad personal a struggle against worldly temptations
Jihad personal a discipline to strengthen your weakness

The one lesson learned from times of yore
If you want peace — prepare for war

Jihad personal prepares you against the enemy’s attack
Jihad personal trains you to defend by fighting back

Jihad personal prevents you from attacking without reason
Jihad personal prevents you from launching an invasion

Jihad personal studies hard to root out ignorance
Jihad personal trains hard to branch out radiance

Jihad personal, in spite of the fools, is not a political tool
Jihad personal, fully understood, the best qualified school.

Autobiography

December 2, 2019Poemsartistic, aspire, Autobiography, culture, cutting edge, food for thought, Inspiration, lifestyle, original, personal, poem, poetry, Satori Publishing, spirit, the basics, The Life, timeless, truth, universal, visionary, Wordsatoripublishing2013

Thoughts become actions become reality
Be the author of your life story
Not fiction, create the future daily
Write your own fate and destiny.

Birth Right

September 21, 2019Poemsaspire, Birth Right, block, create, cutting edge, food for thought, fragile, Inspiration, inspire, lifestyle, living death, original, paralysing, personal, poem, poetry, Satori Publishing, spirit, timeless, torture, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Fight the good fight till the last breath
If you ever lose the ability to create
That paralysing block will seal your fate
The worst kind of torture — a living death.

Whirlpool

September 21, 2019Poemsconstantly, cutting edge, food for thought, forward motion, Inspiration, lifestyle, Satori Publishing, spirit, survives, swimming, therein, thrives, timeless, universal, visionary, whirlpoolsatoripublishing2013

A constantly swimming shark survives
Hunting, eating, fornicating, it thrives
Forward motion, the answer therein lies
When a shark stops swimming, it dies.

By A Factor Of

July 29, 2019Poemsacross the board, brash, By A Factor Of, cutting edge, dramatic, facing facts, food for thought, higher ground, Inspiration, original, passion, personal, poem, poetry, Satori Publishing, spirit, the basics, timeless, truth, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Your land mass is 4x bigger
Your population is 6x larger
Your wealth is 10x larger
Your army is 5x bigger

Pick on somebody your own size.

Militant

July 29, 2019Poemsaspire, culture, cutting edge, dream, facing facts, family, food for thought, higher ground, hope, Inspiration, inspire, justice, lifestyle, memory, Militant, original, personal, poem, poetry, prayer, revolution, Satori Publishing, spirit, the basics, timeless, truth, universal, visionary, wishsatoripublishing2013

What do I want above all?

I want to work hard, make an honest living
To love and respect my mother and father
To take care of them in their old age
To look out for my brothers and sisters
To get married, and try to live happily ever after
To love and respect my wife, build a home together
To have children, love and provide for them
To watch them grow, run around, go to school
To guide them on their way in the world
To laugh and cry, go to weddings and funerals
To mix with family, relatives, and friends
To be part of the day to day soap opera
To work, pay tax, pay bills, to scrimp and save
To have a roof over my head on a rainy day
To one day be able to play with my grandchildren

The same as you.