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Title: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: Wonky Badger on April 26, 2012, 10:54:47 am
Please post your submissions here!

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Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: tsultrim on April 26, 2012, 11:26:55 am
A poem for a 60 year old.

moments of silence interspersed with sadness
lifetimes of mystery intertwined with madness
every second we live every second we die
it all comes back to this.....now.
travelling around this world
moving across oceans and sky
trying to find a place called home
it all comes down to this ...here.
looking out through these eyes
speaking lies through these lips
smiling mindlessly at the bypassers
learning to let go and just Be.

This was written by me to me on the nearing of my 60th birthday.
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: GoGet on April 26, 2012, 03:04:39 pm
Pity and Compassion

If we see ourselves as separate
Or in some way better than others,
If we see the suffering and delusion of others
As less or different from our own,
Then only pity can arise.
If we see ourslves the same
Or no different from others,
If we see the suffering of sentient beings
As if it were our own,
Then true compassion arises.
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: Mahasiddha Bodhisattva on June 01, 2012, 10:25:04 am
BLACK OIL

I experience the slick of my brain,
Geometric structures,
Ecstasy,
Consciousness.
Immediately
I realize my wounds.
Perfectly brilliant,
Either slips back.
Ecstatic perhaps, my brain
A serpent,
I see the body experienced.
The serpent knows.
Clarity touches.
Vivid.
Smooth.
I can’t, disappearing along
Evolution, slowly coated
By facts, backgrounds, anything.
I recognize and state the fact.
The room is raised in feet.
The sensation of my arm happens.
The goddess,
Psychotic, primitive, superior, anything,
Simultaneously OM, paradoxically
Appears in my vision.
Without a future, everything slips.
My mane-shaped existence
Contemplates chanting.
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: Mahasiddha Bodhisattva on June 01, 2012, 10:30:13 am
THE HEART'S PRAYER TO GURU RINPOCHE

Dedicated to His Holiness the Venerable  Tulku Yeshi Gyatso

Guru Rinpoche, hear my prayer
From out the depths of my despair!
Awaken those who slumber on,
Ignorant of the true song.
Break down the barriers that intrude.
There is no truth
In sticks and stones
Or bricks and mortar
Or in the bones
Of the past.
These words ignite within my heart
A light that shall not die
Despite the might of mediocrity.
The chaff shall fall like lice
And be consumed,
Exposing the secret seed.
Your creed
Forgotten indeed
Shall perdure to the end.
That I defend
And shall not rend
That I, empty of egoity,
Attain thy grace.

Guru Pema Siddhi Hung.
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: GoGet on June 01, 2012, 10:59:31 am
BLACK OIL

I experience the slick of my brain,
Geometric structures,
Ecstasy,
Consciousness.
Immediately
I realize my wounds.
Perfectly brilliant,
Either slips back.
Ecstatic perhaps, my brain
A serpent,
I see the body experienced.
The serpent knows.
Clarity touches.
Vivid.
Smooth.
I can’t, disappearing along
Evolution, slowly coated
By facts, backgrounds, anything.
I recognize and state the fact.
The room is raised in feet.
The sensation of my arm happens.
The goddess,
Psychotic, primitive, superior, anything,
Simultaneously OM, paradoxically
Appears in my vision.
Without a future, everything slips.
My mane-shaped existence
Contemplates chanting.

Dude, the contest was over yesterday.
 :smack:
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: Wonky Badger on June 04, 2012, 01:40:12 pm
Dude, the contest was over yesterday.
 :smack:

Yep, even in the Samoa Standard Time zone, it was more than five hours past deadline. Better luck next time!
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: Wonky Badger on June 04, 2012, 01:48:35 pm
The voting is now open for a week. While it would feel wrong of me to vote, I shall certainly ponder upon which poem I would have voted for.  :) Anyway, both contestants are already winners. Yaay!
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: daka on September 03, 2012, 02:58:10 pm
I am new to forum.  Is there another place to post dharma poetry here now that the contest is over; or is the "Art" thread the best place?

daka
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: Wonky Badger on September 03, 2012, 08:39:23 pm
Welcome daka!

I think most poems have been posted in Artist's Abode » Writers' Page.

Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: NepalianBuddhist on July 23, 2013, 12:25:51 pm
The luminescent piroquette in a daydream
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: Spiny Norman on July 24, 2013, 01:36:18 am
Whippets

Whippets are fast,
Whippets can hurry,
It's how they avoid
Being in Chinese curry.

 :teehee:
Title: Re: The FreeSangha poetry contest entry thread
Post by: Spiny Norman on July 24, 2013, 05:26:03 am
Alsatians

Alsatians are fast,
And bark loudly too,
It's how they avoid
Being in vindaloo.

 :teehee:
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