Short Cajoling Poems
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Persuader inside me
dark sweetness cajoling
A talisman dangles
—the present foretold
(Las Vegas: January, 2016)
Persuader inside me
dark sweetness cajoling
A talisman dangles
—the present foretold
(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2016)
feel ye not yet, bliss beats chime
cajoling presence to climb
love’s ladder that’s made of light
seen by those having clear sight
Oh to be young and just starting my journey
Ahead of the game, things all bright and pearly
What could go wrong
We just sang life's song
Cajoling young girlies to join my journey
a burning yearning playfully arose
cajoling the universe to replay a refrain
however we cannot cross the same river twice
and therefore we smile, yawn and move on
recognising nonchalance holds the key
earth life tests, again and again
teasing, taunting, inflicting pain
cajoling us to stand erect
choosing always the path correct
until our fears, are to rest lain
09-January-2022
To feel fully, we enter trance
Ego then leads us on a dance
Cajoling heart to fuel desire
We chase illusions till we tire
Choosing vibrance of nonchalance
14-February-2022
a gentle magnetic breeze suffuses form
rising from a centreless fulcrum within
hitherto dormant nodes within come alive
celebrating the sublime caress of love divine
cajoling soma nectar to drip from the bliss hive
Breaking boredom feeds my mind,
Pushing out my creative drive.
These idle hands come to play,
Mocking and cajoling,
Caring and consoling.
Time tells the mortal cost,
Confusing ties as hands make knots,
Always avoiding the pit that rots.
How clearly you appear sometimes -
Short, tall, fat, and thin,
Depending on my glimpse of you
And conditions then.
I have no fairer friend than you -
True, false, right and wrong,
Cajoling sense capriciously,
Fading - to grow strong.
Upon the light of a new dawn
my adrenaline starts to rise.
I get after it with guns drawn,
the daily prize is that surprise.
I’m carrying lethal supplies,
my blood is on boil and rolling
A remedy like newborn skies,
this new day whispers cajoling.
Locked in a flow sweet and gentle,
bubbling and warm it’s so calming.
Finding peace was accidental,
this rose quartz rivulet rolling.
Your prose with it’s edge cajoling
allowed my sensual side to rise.
A mere glance at this blush growing
is sure to melt those stone cold eyes.
drawn to a fragrance we claim as our own
as the pull divine propels us along
path strewn with rose petals we walk alone
attuned to the throb of the cosmic gong
cajoling glowing heart to sing soul’s song
doing nothing save following the scent
granting love consent paves way for ascent
Of Gunas three, Tamas holds sway,
cajoling consciousness to rest,
though the child in us wants to play,
of zest and zeal we’re dispossessed.
Heart contracted and soul’s stance stooped,
we have been by lethargy duped,
yet like the Phoenix we may rise,
embracing each breath in surprise.
Stigmatized.
A drone kills a dove.
An aphrodisiac ?
Bashing the ground,
cajoling the sky.
Trapped in bed,
coupling in amber.
You want to rein in
moon, for a shout ?
And weather had the
wasness of a glory.
You wanted to change the gender ?
Would not go near the dais.
Somebody
was burning the doors
Satish Verma
how can an unconscious mind have free will
it cannot and yet it is empowered
by breath of Holy Spirit
to imbibe wisdom
grow in love
to awake
instincts
in time pause
heeding whispers
of the voice of God within
cajoling us to receive the boons
of His love and light and bliss and wisdom
the guru resides just below the crown
conjoined so to speak, He is one with God
He guides our path plugging energy leak
cajoling our heart to give love a nod
we are the universe, all is within
knowing we are That, we cannot be this
with this recognition we breathe slowly
invoking grace that form be filled with bliss
A dab of blue
Stark slash of gray -
Dark crimson skies
Mauve dusk at play.
An ashen murk
The stars on way -
Night cajoling
Pale moon to stay.
Soft patch of pink
Snow pearly white -
Strawberry dawn
In soulful light.
A golden noon
Bright blaze on skies -
Corn yellowed hue
Till sunset lies.
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from the stillness centre
around which life orbits
we look at shifting tides
cajoling us to enter trance
that forgetting our source
we dwell in the matrix
but now free from desire
no gluey thought arises
and thus we remain still
at peace in the light of Self
renewing itself within us
as humming bliss magnetism
dissolving time and space
Spontaneity chooses not to rehearse,
playful, joyful, embracing offered surprise,
vibrant in the void, one with the universe,
delighting beholding bliss beats within rise,
cajoling head-heart entwined, to pen a verse,
celebrating rebirth, when our ego dies.
Each moment in time renews In heart love’s chime,
propelling us through life, to heavenward climb.
A shady spot, a comfy seat,
A quiet crowd, a breeze
And music played so sweetly
It could bring you to your knees.
An ice cream cone, a friendly buzz
Of fans and families strolling
And folks when asked to sing along
Not needing much cajoling.
The Milford Music Fest rolls ‘round
One weekend every year.
I always feel so fortunate
When I can make it here.
Baptised in an ethereal vibration,
in as a transfiguration of my soul,
subtle tingling of body cell’s gyration,
signalled intent to make my presence feel whole,
enabled by slow motion bliss serration,
cajoling me to make this game, my life’s goal,
so as ordained, with love and light thus ingrained,
my soul presence frolics in the void unchained.
Entity within our auric field
Seeks love and light rather than the sword we choose to wield
Judging not we outpour love divine
Cajoling the thought form with God to gently align
Love as the only real vibration
Each lifetron complete on choosing resonation
Yet the choice must be voluntary
Thus love nudges gently in stillness sedentary
28-September-2020
My baby took the midnight train
no cajoling or cuddling
she knows how to break hearts
Honey does what honey does
being mislead on country lanes
Honey yawl has a long long plan
to be free
ain't gonna stand for her man
loves forlong
My baby took the lonesome train
Hanker for my baby blue
Come back baby from Texas
just couldn't let her go
what's the use in trying
Oh my Aurora,
will anything be the same?
All your shapes that change,
the fog and the ashen mist
once seen never dissipates;
Two minutes with you,
I want an eternity;
Midnight rendezvous,
your lights flashing in my skies
sitting in your company;
Charged particles fly
cajoling with no equal;
Unexpected flames
dark hour became a sunrise,
Oh my perfect Aurora.