Short Dispassion Poems
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A couple living in Ealing
Made love with passion and feeling
But his ardour subsided
When she confided
“It’s time you painted the ceiling”
Sages sadly sing
LeftBrain dominant songs
of resonant resistance
to crown-caste uppity dispassion
While Muses gladly design
RightBrain prominent dances
for resilient persistence
in root-caste deep compassion.
Satiny softness surrounds me as your touch
ensnares me in ardent, consuming passion
for which there is no exultation too much.
I desire no respite, escape, dispassion
as I am your unrelenting paramour
offering a safe harbor for you to moor.
Stay with me upon this sea of ecstasy
and we shall conceive our lasting legacy.
My mind wanders
o'er the firmament
and the seven seas
Whether or not
it moves me
My thoughts form and
dissolve... reform
in kaleidoscopic fashion
Some display more, some less
passion... dispassion... ere they're ashen
Time on my hands
boon or bane ~
Ever-shifting my view
of sane and insane
sewn too tight, breakage;
it's all right. lasting faster,
inflicting disaster, salvage that self.
singularity resuscitated,
engulfs, laps up habit.
havoc cavorts amongst the
lords, constricts, maneuvers
through chords, sits betwixt
teeth & tongue. it is such, which,
among pauses in sight, will touch &
drip bits of light over wounds, to
wash away intention.
So many dismal pieces my heart has become
Each dying cadence a tribute to its lost integrity
Solidarity is foreign to these islands of straining life
Remembrances of affection like failed ambition
Numbness and dispassion cling to each disjointed piece
And I float on in placid denial of all of the cracks
For it is too late to return…
All of the chasms are irreparable.
His eyes stare blankly through me
Then he coldly turns aside
Though tenderness once drew me
Cold dispassion he can't hide.
Abandoned in the dead of night
Alone and overwrought,
Indifferently my love takes flight
As if I count for nought.
I know he will return to me
I feel no deprivation
For I've become accustomed
To my man's somnambulation.
27/07/18
Divine Spirit within me
Coiled like a sinuous snake
This bubbles with energy.
It creates an inner ache.
There's restlessness in my soul.
There's an unquenchable thirst.
It leads me towards my goal.
In this Spirit I'm immersed.
My consciousness is waken.
Conscience fills with compassion.
My existence is shaken.
Life is light with dispassion.
My self-realization
Leads me to liberation
Beginning with perception
Of seeming separation
We infuse empathy to feel
With full uninhibited appeal
Including each nuance subtle
Through dispassion spherical
The pulse of joy & pain
The wax & wane
In each & every other being
By resonance so feeling
This practice not mindfulness
Or pretended kindness
But rather singularity of awareness
Unifying with Absolute consciousness
14-August-2020
My body has needs just as I have mine
but since I live in it, I oft indulge,
yet watchful that my head and heart align,
lest wayward ego shows its ugly bulge.
Oh hermit, note these secrets I divulge,
revealed out of sense of deep compassion,
that it’s best to cultivate dispassion
because if we don’t we are sure to fall,
so though voice of truth is not in fashion,
only when we’re mindful do we stand tall.
Stealing your thoughts
a crime of dispassion
the penalty fatal
my name stays unknown
A larcenous caper
whose felony looming
authorities chasing
though lost will they roam
Returning your musings
a word to each notion
attached and delivered
through eyes that retake
Enlightened resplendence
unfenced by Jehovah
no borrowers promise
— this thief ever makes
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)
I dip the tip of quill
deep in my hearts inkpot
and cross my name with blood
out the record I got.
My name will not be found
in the book of passion.
I wish I could erase
my desires madness.
But how forget the past
if remaining sadness
still painful hurts my soul?
Rainbows turn to ashen.
The open gates to dreams
tempting and forbidden
are with repentance closed.
I will keep them hidden,
ask pardon for my flaw,
fighting my dispassion.
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