Repulse Poems | Examples

Abandon the wayward ego

Cravings of lower mind repulse ~
Follow only the truth impulse
            ~ quote by poet


Ego but serves our body-mind
But we’re not this form, we’re not this 
Who we are is love, light and bliss

Pursuit of lust makes us unkind
Let not feral instincts prevail 
If we choose love, we will not fail

Why do we wander like the blind
Embrace one and all, friend and foe
Repay now debts of love we owe

Exit oh hermit, ego’s bind
Focus on growth of soul alone
With mindfulness, consciousness hone

Let’s be with our conscience aligned
We heed it when our heart has thawed
Know dear child, it’s the voice of God

Ego but serves our body-mind
Pursuit of lust makes us unkind
Why do we wander like the blind
Exit oh hermit, ego’s bind
Let’s be with our conscience aligned

Divine entwined

Where’s the source of our creative impulse,
magically appearing in our mind,
wherein light we attract, darkness repulse,
whereafter we need not struggle to find,
the rhythm that delights, by soul divined.
Having melded with the vast universe,
blissful spirit has no need to rehearse.

Africa What I See In You

When I Google you,
I recognize the struggles and muggles you face,
I recognize the brutalities and the scars from decades of suppression and oppression which you endure;
The broken promises, failings and shortfalls;

I recognize the enormous work and  journey  ahead;
I see the repulse and self defeatist attitude occasioned 
By broken hopes and aspirations;
I recognize the seasons and reasons for the youths failure to thrive,
In the face of monumental battles confronting them daily

When I Google you,
I recognize the unmistakable hurdles, scurdles, shuttles and scuttles;
The suppressed emotions, emissions, missions, visions, and vanquished voices of the voiceless,
The brazen helplessness, hopelessness and long worn faces 
Of countless array of seen and unseen battles;
The dwarfed armoury of opportunities occasioned by lack of vision, mission, emotions to thrive, ride and drive

But,
I can also envision:
The salient, but countless unspeakable and unquenchable determination and desire in you;
The urge, surge, splurge, hidden treasures, pleasures, possibilities and the unheralded hope and abilities in humanity!

For the Fisher King On His Golden Jubilee

O’ friend! Son of this realm your native land
  and Knight of the Long Bay on the long shore -
Fisher King to its isle and rock and sand
  where long ago we drank and gazed The Tor.
And I echo back to that flickered light
  when the fires of youth burned in you and me -
your joust a friendly repulse to my smite
  in our sometime world of headfu-ckery!
Truly we are each to each older bound
  so stoke the fires that blaze up on the Firth -
think on its mortal flame, its living sound
  how one day it shall perish from the Earth.
O Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the mind is still young and the heart is true.


               Written: June 2010

         For CB on his 50th Birthday


Note: The Tor (pictured) is a rocky outcrop
         in the East Coast Bays on the northern 
         beaches of Auckland, New Zealand.

         Captain is a reference from a Walt 
         Whitman line. It was an epithet CB
         would often jokingly refer to me as.

Dont bring flowers

Don’t insult me by leaving flowers when I’m cold,
Wrapped in earth unlived and old,
Something I can’t smell or hold, 
Might as well be crates of gold,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Don’t blub and weep and cast a rose,
Upon the casket where I’m froze,
Beneath the black and solemn crows, 
With whom I flew through ups and low’s,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Please, 
don’t repulse my soul by telling tales,
As hades winds push through the sails,
You weren’t there when I came off the rails,
But as my heart lay on the scales,
Now, 
here you are, 
top hat and tails,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Don’t lie through phony gritted teeth,
Sprinkle soil or lay a wreath,
I preferred a sword out of the sheath,
As it was in life, 
So, 
I bequeath,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

Don’t pen a heartfelt note and sigh!
Or smudge mascara round your eye,
You, 
who’d gladly crucify,
Any random passer-by,
Honestly, 
don’t even say goodbye,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!

The eyes of Texas

A blindfold is taken, removed clean away
A guvenor is standing.' As bidens mouth goes astray
He needs help in the matter, thats just all that it is'
As his mind goes to quickstep, as its all his old biz
Yet his minds beyond recall, like the young men who cross
Thats causing anxiety, its seen right round the world.'
There are reasons, and dis-reason' it seems the state flag got furled
Got some dust on its colours' yet thats blown clean away Its flying, through the whole state, where brave still; live today!
And a nation is choosing  maybe while it still can'?
Enacting lawful state perrogatives moving women and men
To awaken, and to actions' to repulse and repair.'
Maybe gain more real leaders? the type that really do care.'

The Power of One - Or Two

The human condition often seeks simplicity,
    For the complex mind to understand.
Looking through a window of forces to attract &
    Repulse, as universal opposition seems planned.

These reactions may appear as solitary, yet
    With outcomes that trend towards duality.
As paired views are born to manifest, some to 
    Follow the imaginary, others reality.

Recalling the phrase, ' It takes two to tango ',
    Exemplifies this kinship that's ever-present & true.
Since there's no such thing as the perfect crime ...
    There's always a remnant clue.

When we expand this relative philosophy,
    To our presence in the world today.
We can see hot & cold, up & down, rich & poor, 
    Right & wrong, etc.- so many boundaries that guide the play.

Just as were compelled to believe independently,
    We're also drawn by others to influence & share.
Begging the question, if this bond is compatible,
    Or is it about power and blending to be fair.

As our current condition exemplifies, where
    Multiple answers to any question seems real.
Bringing power to confusion and calamity, and 
    Changing another's mind, is the absolute ideal.

Old Green Bottle

Get drunk oh bottle
dance through the market Square
Covering your shame with linens of lies
a repulse and comic act
While  easing  into the saucer 

Get drunk oh bottle
beat ember of tired flames
igniting the lost lot
forging the the obsidian ring
With time no longer finite 

Get drunk oh bottle
gather your clay
mould your way
through life pottery
It will neither roughen 
nor toughen
enjoy your created path
For only in a day's dream
do men's folly come through

Supremacy

“their freedom of width, yet not of height 
Descends, through the transpiring fright 
Which enraptured them, in a cage of night 
, never once, I would abide 
Preachings on the repugnant walls 
 That seems to repulse the oppugnant  scales
That never pleased the reluctant deals
 Our seats of blank, yet never brown
 Generalize the glistening rounds 
 Defining their  conditioning bounds
 While they plead their case while it is already found
 Why? Have I not been Forthright?
Or the inhumane seem to be sincere with their smites?
their aggression seems to have been deluded with oppression 
Always retelling their feeble progression 
Yet, their misconceptions dominates their suppression 
As they limit out my gushing faith 
It remarks a cackling date 
Which is what they used, to cover their inefficient wait”

How Much Food Would Satiate Me

The city, part awake, part asleep,
part dark, part lit,
strangers all around, repulse me.
I trudge tormented,
hungry and forlorn,
down an unlit cul-de-sac.
Black cats mew, 
Unseen dogs bark, 
my stomach growls.
Empty dustbins abound,
No smells of food.
Is that a gargoyle in flight?
I duck in fright?
I curse as a piece of paper
flutters to the ground.
The sky too dark, 
the angry wind howls,
my soul in agony,
my body weak,
from lack of sustenance.
I lurch into an old abandoned house,
climb up rickety stairs,
hope all would fall upon me,
end my earthly stay.
I see her in a corner
huddled up.
I sit near her,
foul smells mingling.
She stirs,
hands me a piece of stale bread.
Thank God for little things.

Without Agreement

Without Agreement 

Living in the vacuum of separation
An ashtray of burnt ember vibrations
In wounded agony torn apart 
Sudden separation confusion imparts 
Heartbeat separated from harmony’s essence
Absent whisper of the spirit’s presence
Heart in sweaty palpitations of dementia
Body swoons deprived in apt dyslexia
Two starving shadows whimper with fatigue 
Pull in opposition as slumber flees
Banished into the abyss absent of life’s thrust
Cries for unity in harmony’s trust
Vertigo reigns in space split open wide
Simple grace caught between two riptides
Heartbeats and spirit wind lie in lethargy
Repulse vitality’s consummation in eulogy
The seed of unity clutched in arid darkness
Orphaned with withering roots of starkness
Nomads wander hearing the echo ancient
Blindly call muffled minds in siren’s plainchant
Climb from the chasm of separation
Find the way back to reconciliation.

9-19-22
Contest: San Mind Body
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker

A Dog's Itch

*Image of Queen's Corgi Whisper by MetroN.

A Dog's Itch

Sepulchral presence seeps a dream,
Nightmarish thoughts spirit the theme,
Fortunate beseech blest pleasance,
Seeps a dream sepulchral presence.

Endless priors fruitless outcome,
Undying fail roughly succumb,
Deathly hallows a field day fires,
Fruitless outcome endless priors.

Zenith star wilts forsook expressed,
Powers that be affect possessed,
Imagined ills astir the guilts,
Forsook expressed zenith star wilts.

Subdued impulse like a dog's itch,
Favors the nine saved timely stitch,
Daydreamers revive to repulse,
Like a dog's itch ... subdued impulse.

2022 September 12
Swap Quatrain
~~Emile Pinet

*RZ & HMS; 8 syllables per 16 lines.

Forgiving Transgression

Our ego’s impulse~
attract and repulse
both desire and fear,
deeming body dear.

The rot’s sunk in deep;
how’ll we take the leap?
Drop the bag of grief;
give soul some relief.

Vicious is each cut,
harsh words that rebut
love seeking love’s touch,
rebuffed by a punch.

Canvas contorted,
image distorted ~
so break the mirror,
let magnetism spur.

Heart’s void-centric stance,
continues to dance
in midst of each storm ~
embrace always warm.

Thus barbs thrown our way,
simply melt away,
burnt by the bliss flame,
for life’s but a game.

14-June-2022

The Phoenix Rises

Sunken vibrations,
feral gyrations,
mirror onto us,
cravings that nonplus.

Witness consciousness,
in staid blissfulness,
transmutes each impulse,
that soul does repulse.

Playing this life game,
presence feels no shame,
as destiny’s thrust
turns dreams into dust.

Our reflex instinct,
in time is love inked,
playing Krishna’s flute,
steadfast, resolute.

20-May-2022

Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krishna

Space Is Porous

Space is porous across all realms
Enlivened by God’s pulse
Magic of maya overwhelms
Forms attract and repulse

We are as choose to be
Bound here and yet are free
Shifting from ‘me’ to ‘we’

Life force torus
Space is porous

22-February-2021
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