This is a group in which to post poetry that you have written yourself. It may be long or short, polished or rough, a celebration or an experiment. It is not a competition, more a place where we can share and appreciate and learn from each other and discuss each other's poems.
The poems are grouped into "discussions". Each discussion may be a theme or a poetry form. Each discussion can grow into a little collection. Add individual poems as "Comments" within the appropriate section. You can also add remarks as comments too. If there is no appropriate section, start a new one. If you feel clumsy doing this, don't worry - the site moderator will tidy it up later. Poems added should be broadly connected with the theme title of the discussion, but do not have to relate directly to other poems already posted.
Writing poetry can be everything from a light amusement through to a deep spiritual practice. Enjoy.
The rain was heavy last night, by noon once again all fine and clear, on the horizon tiny clouds gatheringwith attitude.Were everything in one’s world pure so would be one’s heart. In that case, however, No objection to stormy weather.Continue
There he is walking from the land of golden sandsWhere the sun never sets and the moon never rises.Walking the cracked grounds of the desert SaharaTo cross the sea and come to you, The messenger of faith is hereSee his glory and bow to his honorFor he shall cross many sea’s and pass the desertOnly to reach you and give you wisdom, Meet the white crow and see all his wisdom within his eyesFeel the pain within his chest from all that you let him see. Remember 13th dec 2049 for that is the day he…Continue
You eye in the sky seer of the allJudge of the blind, all knowing and all encompassing.Sirius star of wisdom, bringer of balance guide of humanityTell me the answer I seek, let me know which way to go.On my knees I am begging for your words.Blue queen of secrets unveil yourself to me, show me the path.Not the one my feet walk on, but the one my heart beats on. Soul to soul I ask of you enlighten me with your presenceCome down and show me the way of the divine.Let life, love and light shower me…Continue
There is no cause for happiness,only misery wants reason,yet happiness has prompts innumerablewhile misery is mute;yet when we know the cause of our distressit has its limit with its season,only enduring malady is unableto give account that is not moot;while joy can sing and raise and blessand skip come rain, come cloud, come sun,so that it blossoms still more ableto carry on its fair pursuit.Continue
Beautiful sky.Dark clouds with a rugged tear,Stretching across the horizon,and giving a sense of worlds beyond.A rip in the curtain of delusion,forming a peephole through to the Pure Land.The sweet sound of the birds is an echo of my breathing,and not apart from it.Many Buddhas and much rejoicing as the universe celebrates the power of practice,sending waves of bliss and passion into my heart.The world rests in a deep trance,awaiting the call to service.Namo Amida Bu!Continue
FAITHFaith is fearless, faith sings gaily, she touches me tenderly when I’m sad. Faith sits quietly in the sun remembering all the fun we’ve had. Faith inspires as a rising fire then lies in wait as yesterday’s ashes; she comes in the wind, in the hailing storm to batter upon me, rain that splashes. Faith is existence, love and being, quiet in the shadow beside my chair, whether she’s needed or quite forgotten my heart is at peace because she’s there.Continue
Seventy circuits round the sun,although it seems she circuits me,each day with nothing still to lack, her face arises... I bow low.From this illusion springs our woe,so natural the illusion isto think one does not budge one jotas all revolves around.Copernicus shot down conceit.Galileo should have said “Any yet WE move”.Our best of science but one viewone fraction of the whole.As I grow old I know much moreabout my ignorance and darkand as I grow so dark below,stars dimly seen emerge and grow.Continue
WINTER MORNINGthe blinding silver eastern sun,dawn metal in the frost,pull back the curtain, day has begun,the tattered dreams of night are lostthe empty day begins to fill,the frost to fade in hours ahead,the cat upon the window sill,the old man turns his fristy head.embers spindle into flamethe wood pile dwindles into smokethe slain bygones cast no blamecut down by the hour’s stroke.cobwebs shine their jewelled nettheir makers fled from sightcold can kill, do not forget,they sped into the…Continue
FRIEND AT THE WINDOWSo many leaves turning from green to brown,or still part and part - walnut tree in autumncaressing my bedroom windowhow you have grown this yearthrough spring deluge and summer droughtnow to emergethrough autumnal mist,king of the garden,kin of the wild.HUSHOut in the woodsa gathering of many trunkssupports a ceiling of verdant light;one holds one's breathin this holy place.DEEP HEAPI sleep in a humble heap -runkled bed covers,trunkled brainrumbling into stupour,tumble into…Continue
SHUTTLEDOREWell, I’ll be dying soon but you don’t need to cry, I will soon be passing and we all know why, We all know we all know we all have to die, But that’s not a reason and that’s why we cry. The body is a-failing and the ailing’s long, The notes are trailing in the evening song. I was in the hallway when I heard the gong. I sat down slowly and the minutes got long. Could be we’ve all known the meaning of the years climbing up the mountain of hopes and fears, Standing on the shoulder,…Continue
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