Best Gautama Poems
The Bodhi Tree
I am a Bodhi Tree with branches reaching for the sky.
My cooling shade entreats a song, a lovely lullaby.
My roots run deep above and below the blessed ground
Where prayerful spirit looms my ancient trunk is found.
Siddhartha Gautama became Buddha beneath my tree.
In harmony reverent lines form to pay homage to me.
Enlightened beloved spiritual teacher of India’s grace,
My humble trunk was honored to smile upon his face.
5-24-22
Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest~Second Place~
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12-31-19
I am a tree Poetry Contest
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Categories:
gautama, devotion, sky, song, spiritual,
Form:
Couplet
“I” is just a concept made by mind. Siddhartha Gautama
Mind has to dwell in a coerced seclusion:
mind is a prisoner of the conclusion
that mind is mine. I share your letdown,
my mind. Minds cannot shatter the illusion
of the first person singular pronoun.
5/6/2019
Writing Challenge 3, August 2019- Five Lines- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Categories:
gautama, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
What is this word, betrayals?
How did it come to be?
Is it simply something less
Than you expected?
Did your hopes and your desires
Fall short of your aspires?
Perhaps others failed their duty
To protect you?
Did the trust you put in
Someone fail you?
Have you suffered grave
Abuse?
Did someone close
Back-stab you?
Was your loyalty
Unrequited?
Was contract breached or
Just misunderstanding?
Did a lover’s indiscretion
Distress you to the core?
Does your object of affection
Now love you less or more?
Did secrets kept
Destroy you? Or
Surprise with
Joy and excitation?
Was concealment
Worse than truth?
What cost to hide
Even from yourself?
Speak your truth, but speak with care
The truth can set you free!
But there is
No guarantee!
"Three things cannot long stay hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
Gautama Siddhartha, the Buddha
Categories:
gautama, absence, abuse, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Light Verse
[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
The decorated dream-city will lose its
electricity for ever;
in all directions, the slogan of hyenas
will be heard only.
Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree,
I asked Gautama Buddha,
'By tasting which poisonous fruit,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre
in Myanmar? '
Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.'
Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ,
'By drinking which grape-juice,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre in Mosul,
Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? '
Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.'
Going to the holy home of Moses,
I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you
tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in killing children
and women in holy Palestine? '
Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.'
Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna,
'Please tell me, by eating which food
offering to deity, your disciples have become
insane and have been involved in massacre
in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? '
Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.'
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
Again the days of darkness have descended on earth.
I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son
Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city—
in such a thick darkness, no doubt,
the Sun of the desert had risen
in the lap of Amina!
[Translated by the poet from Bengali]
Categories:
gautama, humanity, satire,
Form:
Elegy
O Ahalya
celestial beauty
bloom like lotus
ivory red pink lips
supple like snake
fragrant like rose
A king Indra
a majestic man
radiant like moon
overwhelmed by Ahalya's
beauty like heaven
yes become mindless,
crazy like cupid
disguised as Gautama
sneaked in hermitage
eyes like stars
words like honey
lips like pink butter
O great sage Gautama
your heart pure like god
knew no falsehoods
penance like fire
O king of deities
you Sneaking in,
joined Ahalya in disguise
coupled and mating
drunk and sunk her deep
like wine
first-night wedding
she yet unaware
cold breeze
melting breath
she dallied in joy
thinking soul like Gautama
aah star embraced me
direct from heaven
hermit bloom like moon
whisper like magic
embracing soft
joy deep and long
sage a husband,
did not tarry
Gautama coming back
a deep mystic
same like sage man
exiled out of hermitage
Gautama anger like fire
ahho unwise Ahlaya
what you did
i curse you
curse like stone
Ahalya turns A stone
burning like fire
cold nightmare
a sin of lust
king deity was a liar
no stone age for him
he survived the curse.
after ages
RAMA kind lord
a god who crossed
seas to rescue wife sita
An Avatar,Tranquil,
pacific touch on stone
stone turned a woman
now sinless
Ahalya reunited
husband Gautama
Rama a true bliss
tranquil and calm.
His fronds brightens
While the lotus blooms,
waning raving hearts,
drowning in the bliss
Categories:
gautama, analogy, anger, beauty, conflict,
Form:
Epic
Lord Buddha, the light of Asia.......
Lord Buddha was a son of King Suddhodana of the Gautama in India
He carried his name as Siddhartha during his childhood
He become a Buddha after found enlightenment under the Bodhi tree
where he went in deep contemplation of the Dharma, residing
in the perfect peace of nirvana
Lord Buddha died 2500 years ago but his teaching
of love and wisdom are still very much alive.
Lord Buddha was divine power of all wisdom
and truth who held love in this universe with faith
Whoever follows his teaching become free from selfishness,
hatred and greed.
Also, their heart gets purified with all his preachings
Lord Buddha opposed animal sacrifice and asked his followers
to stop cruelty and extend kindness to all living things.
He also asked his followers to take care of all the sick people
According to Hinduism he was known true reincarnation of Lord Vishnu
Let us spread his divine teaching and make this world peaceful
Because Lord Buddha is the light that illuminates always
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
Categories:
gautama, faith, light, light, love,
Form:
Light Verse
On a Sunny Day
Why is it that beauty
is so hard to attain
We try to reach for it,
grab it with our polished nails
Until they break off
Because we were to stubborn to admit
To admit is to realize
To realize is to be awake
To be awake is ought to be
Ought to be not deceived
Gautama on his side
entering the eternal light
Yet,
I am asleep
Because I can reach for beauty
But it vanishes in Fall
Resurrects in Spring
Flourishes in Summer
And is gone by winter
As a little bird on the window sill
I tend to stand still
Looking inside the room
Eating my sweet potato pie in the afternoon
Supper is there, brown is her hair
Eat
Categories:
gautama, desire, feelings, first love,
Form:
Free verse
RAJARAM RAMACHANDRAN, YOU WILL BE MISSED FOREVER
You’ve left a legacy, a treasure to cherish,
The words of wisdom, the priceless pearls,
Each letter embedded with love and care,
For all the fellow beings, the loving souls!
Spreading cheer abound, filling hearts with joy,
The depth of the ocean delving deep in purity, wisdom,
A seeker of truth, a philosopher, a thinker,
The highest realms of the consciousness, pinnacles reached!
The scriptures enlivened, the epics mastered,
The Ramayana, The Mahabharata, The Holy Bible, The Krishna Leela,
Blessings showered from the Divine, the Grace,
Offering the poetry at the Lotus feet of the Lord!
The greatest humans, the purest souls,
Revered, honoured in your words galore,
Gautama Buddha, Harichandra, Adi Sankara, Saint Thyagaraja,
Swami Vivekananda, Mother Teresa, Saint Bernadette Sobirous!
A master of letters with expertise, finesse,
A devotee of Krishna, the mellifluous tunes that you sung,
From the depth of your heart, from the core of your soul,
Shedding off all darkness, dissipating ignorance!
You taught me to live the life to the fullest,
With the brightest smiles sparkling on the way,
The life lessons learnt, the messages spread,
The guidance, the compassion illuminating all!
As a shimmering candle, your aura shines,
A sudden bliss, a gleaming hope,
A modest, humble self-effacing guide,
Enlightening the path, unfurling tranquil peace!
My heart refutes, the mind repels,
The cruel death snatches the mortal being,
Your memories I treasure to reminisce and cherish,
Your words my companion in the journey of life!
Categories:
gautama, memorial,
Form:
Verse
Siddharta Gautama Buddha
born with a silver spoon in his mouth, tired of reading sutra
awakened to the fact, fine clothes were uncomfortable, impairing
sat under a tree, contemplating the spiral of existence while navel staring
Categories:
gautama, faith,
Form:
Clerihew
Jesus was not a choice
He was thrust upon me
From my youth
He gave his life
So I could live
And find salvation
And give and give
But take I must
For I’m a fool
Certain to die
And live like a tool
But the Buddha
He lived in between
Denial and joy
Siddhartha Gautama
Lived the middle way
Devadatta tried
To kill his soul
A Judas at best
They both it seems
Had the same goal.
The Euphrates
And the Ganges
Both still flow
And people
Have loved upon
Both banks
So I ask you this question
“How do I save my soul”?
With Jesus or Buddha
Whom do I pay the toll?
To live in heaven
Or back on the earth
As I try to become
An angel of mercy
A Bodhisattva I’m not
Though I’d like to
Get it right,
The first time I try
Hear me dear Lord
And tell me why?
Categories:
gautama, religion,
Form:
Free verse
There’s a war reporter in my ear.
There’s rain in my potatoes.
There’s tomatoes turning to running in my skillet.
There’s a life’s love fitfully sleeping away the Tuesday... in the next room.
There’s coffee on my tongue. And delighting my brain.
There’s dishes in the drying stage... in the morning light.
There’s a thought of Siddhartha,
who came to become the one who had no more becoming before him,
only after stepping outside of the walls, outside of the rules, outside of expectations.
There a thought of Siddhartha Gautama,
who came to see the broken, the bleeding, the aging, the hungry.
There’s a war reporter in my ear,
insisting on putting before us
what we so easily, what we so regularly, what we so willfully
put
out of sight,
out of earshot,
out of the grand and limited sweep of our attention.
Isn’t this reporter trying to awaken us all?
Isn’t this reporter trying to Awaken another?
Any other?
You?
Me?
Categories:
gautama, philosophy, war,
Form:
Free verse
In his silent 'Flower Sermon',
Siddhartha Gautama held up a flower;
he said nothing.
Time passed, the gathering began to fidget.
Some thought to look wise,
some lowered their eyes in confusion,
most saw only a flower.
This morning,
I carry a vase of purple Iris to the window.
Outside in the garden, flowers are dancing.
We call it `dancing' when the wind moves them,
but there is no specific word
for what the woman in the flower does
when she is waving.
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Categories:
gautama, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Tim is a thinker and operates within the logic of his brain
Reasonable thoughts solutions imperative webs rule
and divide analyses paradigms and guidance from hell
He googles and ogles centrifugal dispersion displayed
on the smoke screen of distracting internet searches
A seeker he is however the computer can think but not feel
He had encountered Dialectical Behaviour Therapy
with the message of emotions complementing his
cognitive certainties meant to assemble the wise mind
Zen it must be then but even the information highway
takes him to Zen Mate a platform for hyperspace security
He can’t even delete it once installed hook line and sinker
Zen Zero Engagement with Nonsense obfuscates imminent truth
looms large as he decides to simply be under a luscious fig tree
An orange loin cloth covers his modesty as he attempts humility
Yet meditation still takes him far away from Gautama Siddhartha
to associations of Gauntanamo Bay Cuba and Alejandro Fidel Castro
but what has Tao got to do with it anyway what about Mao Zedong
Tim’s soul drifts away from internal Peace he is not yet cut out
for relaxation and confuses and corrupts to settle in Nirvana
His begging bowl calls for saffron delight without caviar’s caveats
Descartes shouts 'Carpe Diem' Marx wants knowledge with action
Nietzsche implies Zarathustra but golden ‘zarat’ remains fool’s gold
and ‘ushtra’ the camel does not fit through the third inner eye
Why cannot simplicity be more simple when the here and now
drifts away towards where and when as Tim tries to capture
letting go and let God while enlightenment is clothed in darkness
Tim’s Nike trainers suggest he can do it and Greek philosophy
reminds him ‘Hic Rhodos Hic Salta’ to jump here and not anywhere
else but leaps and bounds refuse to reach outcome detachment
One day he dreams that he might reach what is so close but obscured
for now sandalwood fragrances incense his inabilities to achieve
the essential meaning of life without target driven performance
Categories:
gautama, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Behold, how horribly the hungry Fire gapes at us
like a python, like a ravenous whale
and like the Bermuda Triangle.
How terribly the maddened Fire devours bricks and stones,
and drinks all the snow-hills like a tasty wine!
Like a demon, the Fire eats crunching the bones of Cain and
the skeleton of Lahab*, eats like the kernel of a palm
uprooting the blue eyes of Genghis.
Where are you running fast, o Man, like a bewildered horse?
O the lost horse, where are you going madly raising your tail?
Breaking down the wall of sight, behold, how horribly
the Fire gapes at us!
It is is such a fire which devours not only our body
but also our invisible soul. Like a rat,
it eats into the coconut of our heart bit by bit.
There is no Jesus more who will absorb all your sins in his cross.
There is no Gautama more who will play the flute of wisdom
sitting under the shade of the pee-pul tree.
There is no Krisna more who will pour down a cloud of love
into the thirsty eyes of Radha.
There is no Mohammad more who will save you running
from the clutch of the hungry Fire.
O Man, O Horse, O Bull,
There is no prophet more, keep it in your mind.
Keep in mind, there is no saviour more except a love-lorn poet.
* the enemy of prophet Mohammad(sm
Categories:
gautama, spiritual,
Form:
Blank verse
“As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are.
Otherwise you will miss most of your life.”
– Siddhartha Gautama
Be where you are in present time
no matter what your circumstance.
Let life herald a vernal chime
to announce its boundless expanse.
Focus on your surroundings to
be where you are in present time.
The beauty is most brilliant
when your presence is in its clime.
Eat, drink, and view, all in full-time.
Life proffers fortunes if you can
be where you are in present time.
Be 'now', forget where you began.
Treasures spill before you as gold
but not from ill-begotten crime.
Live the precise instant you hold.
Be where you are in present time.
Categories:
gautama, environment, inspirational, journey, life,
Form:
Quatern