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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.

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Morning Meditation.

Started by Adam Dunsby on Friday. 0 Replies

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

FAITH

Started by David Brazier Feb 4. 0 Replies

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

BIRTHDAY POEM

Started by David Brazier. Last reply by David Brazier Jan 29. 4 Replies

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 MORNING

Started by David Brazier Dec 1, 2016. 0 Replies

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

THREE POEMS ON WAKING THIS MORNING

Started by David Brazier. Last reply by Carol English Sep 24, 2016. 7 Replies

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

SHUTTLEDORE

Started by David Brazier. Last reply by Vajrapala Lut Moerman Sep 21, 2016. 2 Replies

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

Poems about personal growth

Started by Dennis Richards. Last reply by David Brazier Aug 31, 2016. 3 Replies

Peace is Here The wasteland of my soulIs littered with bodies dead and dyingThe wounded hoist a tattered poleOn which the flag of freedom flyingDares to claim a victory wonAmong the spoils of battles lostThe rising of a better sunThough shadows linger in the frost The dawn is nigh and long awaitedThe injured soldiers hold their groundTheir wailing stopped with breath that’s baitedAmid the gloom, the hopeful soundOf marching feet from distant partsAnd cheering voices growing nearA salve for…Continue

WAKA

Started by David Brazier. Last reply by David Brazier Aug 27, 2016. 8 Replies

Waka is the classical poetic form of Japan. Each poem is in the syllabic form 5-7-5-7-7. This is the form that was used by the famous Japanese poet Saigyo. He usually wrote a short prose introduction to explain the setting of the poem.Here is a poem following from the work we have been doing clearing the remote field dedicated to Aphrodite. This poem is actually in 7-5-7-7-7 form which is not standard. deep in the wood, a clearing bedecked with hawthorne sacred to Aphrodite made with love by…Continue

HOW ABOUT SOME NONSENSE VERSE?

Started by David Brazier Aug 25, 2016. 0 Replies

The world is perfectly roundthough dented here and there.Each August it picks up shooting starsappearing from who knows whereMy mind was never so perfectly roundtriangular nor squarenor have I recently ever beena whale, giraffe or koala bear.Evolving forms like flowers on the moonexplode as they enter the airbut the petals fall down like a golden crownwhen all the people stare.Oh when I was a pirate chiefand fought with a grizzly bearat seven or was it half past sixI went to bed without a…Continue

ON NOT WRITING POETRY

Started by David Brazier. Last reply by Mat Osmond Jul 28, 2016. 1 Reply

I’d like to write a poem but the muse has deserted without asking my permission. It seems rather careless to wander off like that leaving blank pages gaps between words muddled concepts and broken images scattered around - not even enough to make an abstract mosaic. On a hot summer day the English kind of tea ceremony is just what one needs. There is nothing poetic about it but the well established rules that foreigners do not understand suffice to re-establish propriety and identity. All…Continue

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Comment by Adam Dunsby on December 13, 2016 at 9:46
A little poem that came to me in the shrine room this morning:


Noise.

If you had a voice,
Would it be a whisper that trails into nothing,
or a shrill cry, desperate to be heard. Would your words be blunt and abrupt,
or would you gently charm the ears of folk.
Talk, chatter, pass the time of day. Sing, scream, break the silence in two.
No more than a noise resonating in an empty space.

Namo Amida Bu(. ;
Comment by Diane Cadman on June 23, 2016 at 16:44

This is a poem I write about my stay at La Ville au Roi, It doesn't fit with anything in current discussion so hope it is OK, for me it feels like a a good place to start making contributions.

NIGHT IN THE SHEEP HOUSE

 

First night in the sheep house

candle blown out,

I lie awake listening

to the walls

making no sound.

 

Animal antecedents are

embedded in this stone.

I feel them breathe, bellow,

stamp and scrape

the rock floor.

 

Birth, death and living

surround me here,

 holding me wakeful;

alert in the power 

of total blackness.

 

Beyond its walls

woodlands spread away

generating ever deeper

darkness of canopy,

field and thicket.

 

Creeping out, only my steps 

break the silence.

Above is brightness;

a black bowl of stars are

threaded on imaginary chains.

 

Loops of light years apart;

planets far more ancient

than sheep house walls,

are patterns to my eye,

symbols in my mind,

lanterns for my soul.

Comment by Carol English on November 8, 2015 at 8:56
I expect I'll get them all into the wrong places anyhow. Let me know when I do and I'll move them. The haiku are easier as they are defined by form rather than content :-)
Comment by David Brazier on November 7, 2015 at 7:59

OK, I've done some reorganisation. I hope this makes it easier to group poems together, either by form or by content. Each discussion can potentially build into a little collection, sometimes with some prose comments also.

Comment by David Brazier on November 7, 2015 at 7:37

Why not create a discussion for a poetry category - one's I have in mind to add are Journey Poems, Nature, Love, Metaphysical Poems, but other categories could also be relevant.

Comment by Carol English on November 6, 2015 at 20:01
I feel a bit strange posting a poem over talk of your request for Haikus though. Perhaps i will just leave it off for now.
Comment by Carol English on November 6, 2015 at 19:59
Thanks.
Comment by David Brazier on November 6, 2015 at 19:44

Better to be a discussion, I think. Then any comments on it stay organised with it. But we can also start discussion groups for particular types of poems, as I have just done for haiku and then the poems can go in the comment sections connected to that discussion.

Comment by Carol English on November 6, 2015 at 19:35
Should a poem go onto the comments section or into the discussion?
 
 
 

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