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Long Buddhist poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 1:44am
5th Dec 2019 1:44am
Two Parts of the Hole
Where is the comfort?
where is the joy?
Seems
so long they've been away.
Far Away.
Seems so long so long so
long.
So long since the love of a
partner.......
and now, a dead child, a dead
child.
(I heard what I said. My child is
dead).
Joy. Comfort. Comfort. Joy.
seem
no longer to be options, at
least
not being so the way...
where is the joy?
Seems
so long they've been away.
Far Away.
Seems so long so long so
long.
So long since the love of a
partner.......
and now, a dead child, a dead
child.
(I heard what I said. My child is
dead).
Joy. Comfort. Comfort. Joy.
seem
no longer to be options, at
least
not being so the way...
#love
#childhood
#Buddhist
#lover
#daughter
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 5:48pm
13th Nov 2019 5:48pm
Pandemonium Peeps & Perves
#love
#BestFriend
#God
#Buddhist
#lover
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 10:34am
5th Nov 2019 10:34am
He Obviates The Obvious wit Skillful Derring'do
........and then, flattery
becomes battery
(in the due course of what will happen next),
and eye read each morning edition.....monster-truck ads
and all that's needed to
end it it all. once and for all.
Parceling all our neat, sweet boxes a'brim wit deeds
or anOther woman's generosity
(of anOther man's seed)
overcoming ordinary events, scaling...
becomes battery
(in the due course of what will happen next),
and eye read each morning edition.....monster-truck ads
and all that's needed to
end it it all. once and for all.
Parceling all our neat, sweet boxes a'brim wit deeds
or anOther woman's generosity
(of anOther man's seed)
overcoming ordinary events, scaling...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#Buddhist
#homelessness
572 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 8:54pm
5th Sep 2019 8:54pm
Out of Style but In Luck
Out of Style but In Luck
My walk takes me through a dimly lit hallway in a downtown business building of Natchez, Mississippi. From around the corner, a woman walks toward me. I immediately recognize her.
I ask her “Do you remember me?”
She smiles wide and replies, “How could I forget those bell-bottoms pants and that plaid shirt? You were mighty sassy but we got you through it.”
I smile back and reply, “Did you read my obit about me being enrolled in your typing class at the time of my death?”
“Oh, now you’re playing head games. I...
My walk takes me through a dimly lit hallway in a downtown business building of Natchez, Mississippi. From around the corner, a woman walks toward me. I immediately recognize her.
I ask her “Do you remember me?”
She smiles wide and replies, “How could I forget those bell-bottoms pants and that plaid shirt? You were mighty sassy but we got you through it.”
I smile back and reply, “Did you read my obit about me being enrolled in your typing class at the time of my death?”
“Oh, now you’re playing head games. I...
#romantic
#astrology
#Buddhist
#rebirth
#FallingInLove
501 reads
7 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
10th Jul 2019 6:53pm
10th Jul 2019 6:53pm
Bodhiharma Came From The West Playing a Deck of Fifty-one (51)
dis-A-sociation for the
rum and crumb(s) of
Our own'liest
state (o'being)
and consult The Council by way of
assuring all flatulent
, (the gas-works, the gas-works, chum!)
support for this self-serving self-seekingness,
that we search for each day, hiding under
the doormat.
It's a long day for want of our cockatrills flying
home for
their well-deserved...
rum and crumb(s) of
Our own'liest
state (o'being)
and consult The Council by way of
assuring all flatulent
, (the gas-works, the gas-works, chum!)
support for this self-serving self-seekingness,
that we search for each day, hiding under
the doormat.
It's a long day for want of our cockatrills flying
home for
their well-deserved...
#love
#hate
#grief
#Buddhist
#faith
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gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
15th Jun 2019 5:15pm
15th Jun 2019 5:15pm
Let it All Be (instrumental by Mors)
I'm out here living this life
Its the only thing I know
Living it right not living it twice
Time ticks on to a close
Even if I could not understand it
I'm a man now but couldn't have planned this
Fill up my cup and Imma tipping it sideways
spread it on out, yeah, I'm riding it longways
Till it come back round
Still, I stay with the fat sound
Knocking at my door like they looking for more
Like I took it like a whore like I cook it in my core, yeah
-
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and ...
Its the only thing I know
Living it right not living it twice
Time ticks on to a close
Even if I could not understand it
I'm a man now but couldn't have planned this
Fill up my cup and Imma tipping it sideways
spread it on out, yeah, I'm riding it longways
Till it come back round
Still, I stay with the fat sound
Knocking at my door like they looking for more
Like I took it like a whore like I cook it in my core, yeah
-
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and ...
#courage
#identity
#inspirational
#Buddhist
#SelfDiscovery
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prometheus5290
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 4:00pm
8th Jan 2019 4:00pm
A...Leading Many
A king leading an army of many followers came across a wizard, who said, “with my powers, you can defeat many armies.” The king took the wizard with him to the next battle, and before the warriors even engaged, the wizard went to the front of the line, and recited a magical verse that protected those who had proclaimed heartfelt submission to the king whose name was pronounced at the end of the verse. With this protection, the king’s men were able to win many battles, slaughtering many warriors, and enslaving any women who survived the onslaught.
Hearing of this impending conflict, A...
Hearing of this impending conflict, A...
#Buddhist
#peace
#freedom
472 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2018 3:17am
23rd Dec 2018 3:17am
The Takla Makan Mystic (a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The Takla Makan Mystic
(a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The warm dry air and burning yellow sands stretched out to the horizon. The sand dunes had exquisite forms and ripples and dust devils swirled about this harsh brutal land.
The train pushed ahead and Gesar thought about home. Back home, far away from the desolate Takla Makan desert, was a land of rolling green mountains and mists with the Yangtze cutting deep gorges. There, panda bears lived high up in the forest of bamboo and eucalyptus. There it was peaceful in some...
(a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The warm dry air and burning yellow sands stretched out to the horizon. The sand dunes had exquisite forms and ripples and dust devils swirled about this harsh brutal land.
The train pushed ahead and Gesar thought about home. Back home, far away from the desolate Takla Makan desert, was a land of rolling green mountains and mists with the Yangtze cutting deep gorges. There, panda bears lived high up in the forest of bamboo and eucalyptus. There it was peaceful in some...
#religion
#Buddhist
#Taoism #freedom
#Taoism #freedom
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
6th Dec 2018 11:12pm
6th Dec 2018 11:12pm
FE'LATING 'NEATH THEE XMAZ TREE
safe secret(s) save you/me for a
goodtime
just
suck me mynde about it , so' t'watch it turn to semi-stonal
rigor soft/sweet
as a baby's bollocks
right/here,right/there 'neath
thee window tree tha'grows through which to see to see thee verybest
wee wood should be, trunk to trunk and...
goodtime
just
suck me mynde about it , so' t'watch it turn to semi-stonal
rigor soft/sweet
as a baby's bollocks
right/here,right/there 'neath
thee window tree tha'grows through which to see to see thee verybest
wee wood should be, trunk to trunk and...
#death
#moon
#Christmas
#holiday
#Buddhist
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 5:49am
14th Nov 2018 5:49am
Pump Us
bless you, pumpous mon'ster'o my sole
and
thee soul of me,
( crack'ed eggs do good
om'lettes
make,
'specially in this,
the smokey season of an old'man / wit dead chylde / as he
slips in the slop of stout p o u r e d down d'gullet of
Love
he c annot stop weepering o'er.....) ...
and
thee soul of me,
( crack'ed eggs do good
om'lettes
make,
'specially in this,
the smokey season of an old'man / wit dead chylde / as he
slips in the slop of stout p o u r e d down d'gullet of
Love
he c annot stop weepering o'er.....) ...
#Christmas
#religion
#God
#Christian
#Buddhist
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
28th Jan 2018 10:52pm
28th Jan 2018 10:52pm
~ DaDa, DaDa Diddlin' Dee Day A Way ~
DaDa! o, Dada!
where
thfck is
MaMa (mi MaMa) ?
Fchrisakes papaDaDa.
quit diddlin' that disstrung
vio'lin
(fididdle? fididdle?)
& Tell The Troot
for once in
y'Our
Life(time)......
Say what? what say? There is no Lifetime
left
for olde MaMa, olde DaDa ? for
dead is dead......... o, damn'it. Why do They Say
...
where
thfck is
MaMa (mi MaMa) ?
Fchrisakes papaDaDa.
quit diddlin' that disstrung
vio'lin
(fididdle? fididdle?)
& Tell The Troot
for once in
y'Our
Life(time)......
Say what? what say? There is no Lifetime
left
for olde MaMa, olde DaDa ? for
dead is dead......... o, damn'it. Why do They Say
...
#happiness
#identity
#Buddhist
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JustOneMan
Poem Published
26th Jan 2018 2:14pm
26th Jan 2018 2:14pm
My 'religion of peace'
I look back into the course of human history
and see hundreds of millions
of people dead,
many more than that suffering,
and many more than that deluded
by this so-called "GOD":
be it the "God of Abraham"
or "Allah".
I look into the present state of humanity
and see hundreds of millions
of people suffering,
many more than that ill,
and many more than that still deluded
by this so-called "GOD":
be it the "God of Abraham"
or "Allah".
I ask what is common through-out all of this?
I see...
and see hundreds of millions
of people dead,
many more than that suffering,
and many more than that deluded
by this so-called "GOD":
be it the "God of Abraham"
or "Allah".
I look into the present state of humanity
and see hundreds of millions
of people suffering,
many more than that ill,
and many more than that still deluded
by this so-called "GOD":
be it the "God of Abraham"
or "Allah".
I ask what is common through-out all of this?
I see...
#happiness
#religion
#God
#Buddhist
#LifeAsAWriter
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