To feel good…
To know and be known
Is ego’s cravings.
To tempt men and forbid
Is woman’s cravings.
To pursue women
Is man’s high cravings.
To receive and respond
Is senses’ cravings.
To hope and imagine
Is mind’s cravings.
To pity and love
Is heart’s cravings.
Cravings must find their food
For humans to feel good.
16.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Boredom, Some Words
Boredom: the desire for desires.
Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)
when i get fed up and say i am quitting
it does not mean that it is the end of all these cravings
it is not.
when i shift my head to another direction like a ship changing course
it does not mean that i am leaving
this place
it is not
when i look at you with pity and tell myself what have i done
something that you do not really deserve
that which i myself does not too deserve
it does not mean that i am saying
i stop
it is not
it is not the end of everything it is but another endless beginning
desire that desires more of itself
cravings that crave for more cravings
it is eternity finding itself in eternity
this quest unstoppable
this thirst unquenchable
this self that always begins
insoluble imperishable
this is the boredom of the divine
this is the restlessness unto the rest of its restlessness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Animals are Easier Trained Than Others, and Some Just Have a Need to Feed
My desires are unfulfilled
I cannot possibly eat or drink enough
To fill the void created by what
They have bled from me
They have taken all
Leaving only passion and that passion
My passion
Is heating my body
Like coals in a furnace it burns
Fiery and Hot
But my ductwork is blocked
Not venting at all...
Never releasing it's tremendous power and need
To feed on a victim
Or a love
Like you
I stay caged by the restraints of distance and time
To the walls of this room or the sides of my car
As I linger and ride
'Hell' struggle through my thoughts
And those cravings I have
The cravings I salivate
When like an animal I drool
My bed wet as fetishes
Keep me awake, tossing and turning
As I try not to dream
The visions I have still remain unseen
Even by an myopic eye
And its cravings for love
Those unbridled cravings
For touching and holding
To lick with full force my kill
My prey... My love... My wounds and sacrifice
Those cravings that twist my insides
Like a wet towel and force me
To that of wild animal status
As I try to smack the ass of my own
Reality
That makes me the butt of my jokes
Till finally I stop
As if through the power of some grace
I collapse in a heap of exhausted waste
To here my final resting place
Where I sit and I wait and I salivate
For any word or sound or hint of movement
The phone to ring or the knock on my door
A honk A scream A prayer A word
Any word would do
I am a caged animal without you
I have been declawed
Emotionally neutered
Unfed and
Left for dead
And it was all for nothing
I was harmless in my pursuit of you
I only needed love
And to rip your heart out
Copyright ©2009 T.S
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Alankar(Decor) -108
Sugar Cravings (Compound Word Verse)
The Compound Word Verse is:
stanzaic, written in 5 tercets.
syllabic,8-8-3 syllables per line.
rhymed, rhyme scheme aax bbx ccx ddx eex; x being unrhymed.
each tercet ends with a compound of a stem word in the title.
Sugar Cravings
Look, how a diabetic craves
Despite doctor's caution enslaves
For sugar
Watch firstly how he just slips out
To the kitchen snouted, we doubt
Sugary
Watch more as he goes out for 'walk'-
Daily halt for a sweet shoptalk
High sugared
Then at a wedding, just don't miss
He gobbles the way all with' issssss'
Sugar tongued
Sugar and spice'-his only hymn
Tell me, who can stop and change him
Sugar free
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.
quote by Dag Hammarskjold
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The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.
quote by William Hazlitt
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The Four Women Of Your Life Brother
brother it is important to have
1) a woman who is intelligent
who can correct your spelling
and help you with some deep ideas
2) a woman who knows
how to cook
tasty exotic food
to fill our cravings
3) a woman who is beautiful
one you can be proud of
as you take a walk in
the plaza
4) a woman who is caring
affectionate and
tickles you to the bone
and takes away the
boredom in your life
these women are important
but what is most important is that
these women must not
know each other
[that was his joke
before he was murdered]
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The whole of the global economy is based on supplying the cravings of two per cent of the world's population.
quote by Bill Bryson
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Man Ever
When dreams
become cravings
blown by the wind
under the moon
return to be
man ever
a shell
emptied
his pearl
and left to rot
in shoreline
the beach
Me?
i take a look at your cravings, i listen well t your sexy stories, i sense your smell,
i relish a relationship, i feel your tickling whispers in my ear,
i may be busy, but i am not blind
i may be lazy, but i know how to enjoy
making love with you
tonight and
tomorrow morning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To My Creator....
THE RESTLESSNESS of my soul
has no shore,
the cravings of the heart
has no sky
wave upon wave of time i am this wind
without any anchor
till You finally hold me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Global Warming
a cockroach
on top of the roof
wanders
where the humans
are
as the sea rises
and the trees drown
as the glaciers melt
and the mountains
slowly disappear
like chocolates
melting under
the hot tropical
sun
even cockroaches
get lonely too
missing the the logicality
of mankind
their love for words
their cravings for poetry
their jolly conversations
at night when
they are all drunk
with wine
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Matter To Choose To Write This Morning
guess
i want something simple
and yet something beautiful
worth an hour or
less than that for my morning
i think
i shall take the usual walk
and take a look at the
flowers
not picking any
along the road
i promise myself
a little rest in my mind
something relaxing
something to unwind
my tangled nerves
a smooth breath
to fill the cravings
of my lungs
this time
nothing to mention
about the
affairs of my
heart
nothing
about the two of us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Know Where to Get It
I am told I am 'nothing'!
I agree with those who say this,
With the hopes of what I leave behind...
Is something to keep me remembered,
And tasted from time to time!
Even I may have cravings for a banana split...
But not everyday!
As long as I know where to get it,
Is all that matters!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Virago
No longer the fall guy you used to require
All those old photos burn well on my fire
The carcass of love on a funeral pyre
Thank God your apprentice I failed to sire
You'll fly high and free with unsated desire
While your cravings degenerate into the mire
No doubt to harangue and defame you'll conspire
But then so be it, vengeance will be dire
From the start of the end you are branded a liar.
poem by Esra Sloblock
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There Are Demons Needing To Feed
Demons needing to feed on negativity,
Eventually devour themselves.
With the hopes that the doing of it,
Will attract those who come to empathize...
In a sacrifice that devotes the giving of their lives,
As an unconscious act that snaps backs...
For snacks to crack while munching on their missions,
To rid any sign of peace!
There are demons needing to feed,
On the presence of harmony.
They are demons seeking a need,
To lust on those sufferers...
Aiming to please the greeding of beasts.
Feeding their cravings as if at a feast.
They're demons seeking a need,
To lust on those sufferers...
Aiming to please the greeding of beasts.
Feeding their cravings as if at a feast,
To rid any sign of peace...
Wherever presented.
Demons needing to feed on negativity,
Eventually devour themselves.
With the hopes that the doing of it,
Will attract those who come to empathize...
In a sacrifice that devotes,
The giving...
Of their lives.
To follow and to be devoured.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impulsive!
Impulsive!
I try my best not to be.
But I am teased by temptation.
And I sometimes easily submit.
Believing I can handle it.
Even at my own expense.
Impulsive!
Again.
And not a bit of guilt,
Accompanies it when I crave.
Although on some days...
I wish those cravings would come,
When I can afford them on my own...
And not borrow to repay a loan.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Footsteps and shadow
Footsteps follow you; shadow follows you.
You cannot leave them by running away.
To leave them, you can sit under a shade.
Desires and cravings are following you.
You cannot beat them by pursuing them.
To beat them, be content and sit at work.
10.02.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For Those Restless Ones
Do I regret anything I've done in my past?
Yes! Most certainly!
I regret I am not able to expose my eclectic interests,
Faster than I am able to live...
To have them critiqued,
By those with nothing else to do.
It is frustrating keeping a mystique...
For those restless ones,
Chosen to uncover dirt!
And doing the best I can,
To satisfy this need.
I am on their side!
I understand their cravings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fame Feeds the Ego
Fame feeds the ego
and when the ego is fed
it makes the soul that you are
feel like it's dead.
All fame and glory
come with a price.
It seems warm for a while
but then turns to ice.
How not to succumb
is life's biggest test.
For the ego is strong
and never takes a rest/
Starve the ego.
Let its cravings leave
and the soul will awaken.
It will never dceive
nor ever need to be fed.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hubby's Train
Hubby snores, a midnight train,
Left arm is giving me pain,
Eyes wide open, energy drain,
Can't fall asleep, I speak plain.
Fried chicken's to be blame,
High salt, High oil, the same.
In part I have to claim
I do feel a little shame,
Resistance futile, lame
Can't sleep, my hubby's train.
Cravings came, hard to resist.
We live to eat, what a twist.
Love of food so persist,
No use, give up resist.
Copyright Philo Yan September 10,2012