I can't think of anything I want and need that I don't already have but at the same time, I'm not sated.
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Time Is A Feline
Feline,
A carnivore
Is red fanged tiger time.
Sated beast, feasting on my years,
My age.
(A Cinquain)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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The more the heart is sated with joy, the more it becomes insatiable.
quote by Gabrielle Roy
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The tiger that has once tasted blood is never sated with the taste of it.
Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.
quote by Adela Florence Nicolson
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csl Lit Up In After Glow
chain smoking lady
sexual urges sated
lit up in after glow
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Lion
Lion. lion thou King of the beasts
always on the prowl before thy feasts.
Strong of heart, the jungle you rule.
How can it be thou art not cruel?
You stalk your prey to feed upon
and when you're sated you then move on.
Courage is with thee. You do behave
as if there's no other quite as brave.
Do all that can hear your powerful roar
refrain from you even while you snore?
Surely, there's a time when lazy and still
you're like a tabby that's had its fill.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hastings
The Greco-Roman and the early Christian Religions,
I am Hastings in the land of the Bible;
But your doctrines are not the same as sated in the Book of Truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When We Say Goodbye
when we say goodbye
words never end
and tears never stop
when we say goodbye
kisses never enough
and time never tolerates
when we say goodbye
we caught by fear
though we all smiling
when we say goodbye
we want to stay still
but the road slowly moving
why hard to separate
because love too long
or doubt becomes renegade
why drinks never sated
because memories too strong
or loneliness mates
when we say goodbye
hope we meet someday
in another place we never know
when we say goodbye
give hug once more
till we can endure all sorrow
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Seat
Wet ancient beards saw
The seat of being
As a muscular davenport
Encircled by a dome of ribs.
Their thunder was the entrails
Looping below. Love was sated
In the loins, it made perfect sense,
And the earth being flat
Chained all the stars to the ground.
Grumbling gods determined
Fate, had walking-sticks for sex parts,
Having made all the things.
But in spurts revolutions came,
Meeting steely resistance,
Falling heads, a tumult of wrath,
That given time
Became self-evident.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Dream Time
I'll not take a single kiss from you
for that is too few
I'll not go silent
for words are one way
of loving you.
I'll not stray far from your arms
for they feel bereft without you
swaying in them.
I'll lift you
to these lips
and feel you slide
down my body
exhaling.
I turn you
like a star rotating
for you have
a similar light.
If love comes with
joy attached
mine sings soul songs
And you
harpist of my deep stirrings
play for me
sweet songs
that only
we two
lovers
know.
And we
melt in the melting
dissolve in the dissolving
re-emerging
from Emotions Arms
sated
and beyond
yet
even these words
do not describe
the all there is
in the dream time
we share
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I starve for a fruit on a tree
I am forbidden to pluck
the fruit that ripened.
I can get access to fallen
fruit, but it is rotten.
My desire exists.
My want is not sated.
One consolation-
I am not weary of you
who I am in pursuit of
and in whom my taste is alive
as you aren’t a fallen fruit.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sated
Ashlar is lying on my chest
claws dug snug into mine rising
falling breast;
deep enough to pinch the nerves
without drawing blood
wriggling acupuncture
accoutrement
Staring Sated Smirk of Long
Slow blinking Content
She loves me like a Kind
Generous Woman
(for my cat)
poem by Randy Resh
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Fruit Fly Tiff (Dodecatina Refrain)
F or
R easons
U nclear he
I mbibes more when
T hwarted at mating.
F ickle female fruit fly
L over, leaves luckless fellow
Y earning, if sated. He's fated
T o neuropeptide F depletion.
I n despondence, fly turns to alcohol.
F riendly scientists offer grief counselling.
F or reasons unclear, he imbibes more when thwarted.
poem by Diane Hine
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Wanderers Lost
Oh, we are the phantoms of rovers lost
See how the mocking mirages play!
Men who have ventured and paid the cost.
Lone, waiting women, 'tis vain to pray!
We dies unshriven, as rovers die,
And no man knows where our white bones lie.
Black birds gather when rovers stray,
Out where the mocking mirages play.
A maiden has waited a long year thro'.
Mark where a crow from the northward flies!
'Ah, can he be false that had sworn so true?'
They say that a wanderer woos with lies.
A maiden has waited and counted the days,
Since a lover went roving the northward ways.
What do they profit - unheeded sighs?
Mark where a crow from the northward flies!
Out in the desert a still thing lies.
Westward the sun is sinking low.
Who is to mourn when a rover dies?
Hark! 'Tis the caw of a sated crow.
Who is to tell of a mad'ning thrist
Of a lonely death in a land accurst?
Merciful God! Is she ne'er to know?
(Hark to the caw of a sated crow.)
Oh, we are the legion that never came back
Ever have rovers to count the cost.
Men who went out on the waterless track.
Curst is the plain that was ne'er recross'd!
Restless to roam o'er the desert our doom,
Till our end shall be known and our bones find a tomb.
Mourn for the souls of wanderers lost,
Ever have rovers to count the cost.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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A Song of Experience (for Allen Ginsberg and William Blake)
How many men have masturbated
And afterwards felt quite deflated?
Testosterone is overrated
Though it makes their egos so inflated!
How easily their lust is sated
And nothing at all has been created
Except a void within their soul,
A desolate and gaping hole
That should have been filled with smiles and laughter
And songs of happiness ever after,
But was destroyed by intellect
That likes to ANALYSE and DISSECT
And does nothing less than quite destroy
Each man's relief and simple joy!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Partial Amnesia
Kissing you last night...
All that i remember--
Is the yellow and red
Of our passionate embrace;
Your voracious mouth--
That could not be sated-
Your absolute unending hunger;
The strange tingling...
Down the side of my neck--;
The built up rush of--
Blood in my hips...
Sky-rocketing in delight...
A mid-summers night--
And your arms-
Yes-your arms--
Reaching for me...
Once again;
The Essence
September,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Hunger Hunger To Worship
hunger hunger building up in heart
hunger hunger mounting building up in soul
hunger need hunger grows grows needs to be sated
hunger need hunger need to worship to worship God
hunger ache pain growing need to rush run to God
to rush back to God’s arms as we met in gift creativity
our souls are out back out upon swift flowing healing water
we are together carried over all all lighter darker ink water
we are together giving always giving love throughout time
hunger hunger to love worship universe creator our God
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Imitated From Catullus: To Ellen
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,
A million scarce would quench desire:
Still would I steep my lips in bliss,
And dwell an age on every kiss;
Nor then my soul should sated be,
Still would I kiss and cling to thee:
Nought should my kiss from thine dissever;
Still would we kiss, and kiss for ever,
E'en though the numbers did exceed
The yellow harvest's countless seed.
To part would be a vain endeavor:
Could I desist? -- ah! never -- never!
Tormented
I will not reason, wrestle here with you,
Though you pursue and worry me about;
As well put forth my swarthy arm to stop
The wild wind howling, darkly mad without.
The night is yours for revels; day will light.
I will not fight you, bold and tigerish,
For I am weak, while you are gaining strength;
Peace! cease tormenting me to have your wish.
But when you're filled and sated with the flesh,
I shall go swiftly to the silver stream,
To cleanse my body for the spirit's sake,
And sun my limbs, and close my eyes to dream.
poem by Claude McKay
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