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.
Started by David Brazier. Last reply by Mo Henderson Feb 26. 1 Reply 1 Like
Now, suddenly, the season turns;the ice and winter rain have gone away;Sun rises sooner, greens the ferns,bids the world wake, rise, work and play.Precociously, the spring-like airnow full conveys the scent of daffodildissolving stiff tension, dispelling care,declaring newly, freedom from ill.Yet can we trust such sudden boon?Will yet come further frost and gale?Though we bask and enjoy, did we wake too soon?The sky, though blue, still shivers winter pale.Now we rejoice, step out while we…Continue
Started by David Brazier Feb 2. 0 Replies 2 Likes
I do not have time,yet time has meWhat an embarrassmentthat can be - my lifeunfolding free, easily,ticking along,each day a miracle song.I watch the cloudshanging over the treesand time somehowputs up with me,breezily at ease,doing as I please,with no sense of waste,no chase, unlaced and free.Time - you cannot hoard it.The store is empty,shot through with infinity.I’m just a zeroin the vicinity.No, I have no time,but it has all of me;so I apologiseto the powers that befor having to cope withmy…Continue
Started by Dayamay Dunsby Aug 22, 2020. 0 Replies 1 Like
A frightened child hides behind this galvanized mask.Vulnerability obscured by it's own shadow.But not extinguished.Will he ever see the light of day?Namo Amida Bu!Continue
Started by David Brazier. Last reply by Nando May 27, 2020. 26 Replies 0 Likes
This is a place for posting haiku.A haiku is a 17 syllable poem, generally consisting of three lines with 5-7-5 syllables respectively. Normally the final line gives a twist or "turn" to the meaning or makes a reference to the season of the year. Traditionally, in Japan, haiku were often about the moon, clouds, cherry blossom, the wonders of nature, especially anything beautiful yet…Continue
Started by David Brazier. Last reply by Juline Smit May 4, 2020. 7 Replies 0 Likes
This can be a place to add bhakti poems.Continue
Started by David Brazier Apr 30, 2020. 0 Replies 4 Likes
Flowers under foot, clouds in the sky. Here, in between, I savour solitude. They are busy with their business, while I am merely watching, listening, with nothing to wait for.There is a weighty stillness inside of meas of a hunk of old granitein the midst of a torrent -all around, the rush of butterflies and bees about their ceaseless work.Do not ask, Who is this old fool? for, even if I knew the answer, it would make no difference.Continue
Started by David Brazier. Last reply by David Brazier Apr 11, 2020. 3 Replies 1 Like
The Himalaya gleamingcan be seen from Katmanduthe smog has cleared away -it’s gone,the dust, the grime, the humans too,it’s all gone quiet on the streetthe dogs are asleep in the sunthat shines in the clear air abovenow the cars and planes have gone.It is a wonderful sight to seebut what shall become of us?We were the ones who made the messby all our business and fuss,and now we’re all under house arrestNature can ease her pain,but will we learn and will we changeor will it have been in…Continue
Started by Dayamay Dunsby Nov 12, 2019. 0 Replies 1 Like
We had a little Haiku challenge on the fridge notice board at the Temple recently. Here are mine.Black and golden sky.Night conceals the clouds for now.No trace of Summer.If birth causes death,Samsara is eternal.To live is to die.Namo Amida Bu( ;Continue
Started by David Brazier Oct 21, 2019. 0 Replies 0 Likes
A finger pointing at the sky.Do you know the reason why?Do you want to live or die?Do you hear the people cry?When they come to sing “Hallelujah!”,riding in the voodoo Sin Street car,waves come crashing on the harbour bar,you’ll be swinging on the Polar Star.Clouds unfolding bring the winter rain,while you pay and work and pay againfor a ticket on the one way trainto the sweet land where you can remain.See, the angel standing by the doorputs down the sword and will make war no more;there’s a…Continue
Started by David Brazier. Last reply by David Brazier Jun 25, 2019. 6 Replies 1 Like
Waking from drug sleep tangled night,sahara mind extending to incognitaripples round a fire still burningat the back behind the ears;flames curl over the scalp,here and there explodingpointlessly, above my eyeor inside the ear.My teeth feel as if they are about to depart.I do not have the energy to weep.A cup of tea, English solace,and caresses from the cat.Is it time to take another pill yet?I string my lament on a chain of prayer,some steadinessmid of the sulphurous storm,no end in sight.Continue
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Tao, you old Yin and Yang,
what have you made for dinner?
The wind is in the north today,
the full moon’s a winner,
but it takes no more
than a field of clay
to break the back of a sinner.
The Moon glows pink in the morning mist.
Out of reach.
Night lifts.
Dream persists.
Namo Amida Bu.
Inside this clay jug
there are canyons and
pine mountains,
and the maker of canyons
and pine mountains!
All seven oceans are inside,
and hundreds of millions of stars.
The acid that tests gold is here,
and the one who judges jewels.
And the music
that comes from the strings
that no one touches,
and the source of all water.
If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth:
Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside.
Masketeer and Aphrodite
Undercover membership
Each takes a turn and turns a corner
Sends the other silly quips
Send each other lies and secrets
Secret truths that masks belie
Undercover sensual boundaries
Will love live or will it die?
Will love live and serve its purpose?
Skin to skin the promise lurks
Nose to nose and lips to eyelids
Teasing secrets, fireworks?
Teasing secrets, fireworks
Can Masketeer catch Aphrodite?
Or will she hide while he pursues her
A fantasy that burns out brightly?
Can Masketeer catch Aphrodite
Will she wear her golden crown?
Will she run when he pursues her
Like the tarot, upside down?
Like the hanged man, upside down
Oh, will he fall, then, when her sees her
In robes of yellow, green and crimson
Is he fool or can he please her?
Is he fool or can he please her?—
For she’ll be more than conjured sylph
No thing of wings and gauze and satin
But instead her real self
Each thing of flesh and blood is mixed with
dreams and depths and coloured birds
Potters of each life are forming
The e’s of all ‘lectronic words.
The potters of each life are forming
Dreams from fields of soil unplowed
Those odd primordial exophagic
stanzas, coloured, burst from cloud
Flying South
Time flying by me
thoughts nosily flocking south
headed to new worlds.
Gardens
A garden is not a plan on paper,
It is not moving rocks, water and earth around;
It is gardening,
And everything gardens.
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