Short Dispassion Poems

Decades ago
a candle of love lit
In my heart’s temple
Shaded by my passion
Survived winds of dispassion...

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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”...

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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.
...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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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