A place for poems

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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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Body Armour

Started by Dayamay Dunsby Aug 22. 0 Replies

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. 26 Replies

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. 7 Replies

This can be a place to add bhakti poems.Continue


Started by David Brazier Apr 30. 0 Replies

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. 3 Replies

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

Fridge Haiku

Started by Dayamay Dunsby Nov 12, 2019. 0 Replies

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

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

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


Started by David Brazier. Last reply by David Brazier Mar 25, 2019. 11 Replies

A place for poems that are love poems or poems about love.Continue

Dance of Love

Started by Dayamay Dunsby Jan 6, 2019. 0 Replies

A Karmic embraceSharing timeMoving throughPressing on.Falling downTaking stockA kindred waltzA gentle rock.No retreatNo regretsA load of follyA touch of Grace.The fine and coarseA ragged edgeBroken heartsAnd settled faith.Continue

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


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.



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
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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