Short Sates Poems

He will not come a second time
for cryers, sates and grum
And will not rest
until he's led
our priors traits to come
When we all know the time will come
for fires, straits and glum
that we all go the way of sin
for higher traits of dumb...

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Happiness
   
Huge feeling of sheer bliss
Housed deep within shows as
Husband's caring gestures
Has wife in deep raptures.
Highest when it is shared
Heady elixir sates;
Heavenly cup of Grace

Pleiades H
7 lines with six syllables each
Date Feb 19 2017...

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In a place where time stands still and dreams become reality,
I taste you on the promise of hope that sates my hunger for faith
Fueling my desire to chance.

And through unveiled abandon with courage guiding my every step,
I am completed by your presence breathing life into my soul...

Setting me free....

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Oh how she walks through the mist,
pistol clutched in her fist,
a dark angel she waits,
Her blood lust she sates,
the queen of the dead,
In a dress of ebony,
living in a state of harmony,
The Raven awaits,
for death she anticipates,
to fly free she needs,
but bound to the mortal coil,
she endlessly toils,
To find peace....

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A simple word means so much
Fulfilling, the heart doth touch
Joyous feelings of belonging
Holds the soul, forever longing

Time and distance hold no fears
Uttered sweetly holds back tears
Nestled within it stokes those fires
On reaching out it sates desires

A simple word that means so much
Be close at hand or out of touch
Minutes , hours, the passing day
To live in hope to hear you say ( I am yours )...

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Desire burns in the heart
A little spark to fire turns
The want becomes a need
As the mango starts to ripen
From bright green to dull
Temptation calls
Sweet nectar churns inside
Sun shines on the ruddy skin
Tongue aches in pain
Sleepless nights and misty mornings
As maturity is near
Shaking hands hold the manna
Lips form a cup
Divine nectar drop by drop
Melts into the mouth
Taste buds come alive
Dance on an erotic rhythm
Sates the burning passion
Of senses in communion...

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A thousand years may diminish my tears
but a raging fire burns within I  declare
it burns with a fury no one can quench
except her sweet beauty that sates me thence

An angel so lovely as your eyes can behold
floating on wings of feathery gold
now she is gone as memories dim
all I have left is the fire within

If she returns my heart will sing
until then I keep drinking my gin
if ever I glimpse those golden wings
I'll tell her this fire still burns within


                   BY:  Joseph May...

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