Best Monks Poems

Amidst saffron robes nail-bit hand reveals
mobile
phone

Laughing-robed companion brandishes
ice cream
cone

Shaved-headed naughty boys practice
chanting
tones

Humble golden temple gates peeling paint
stone on
stone


V. Anderson-Throop          22 May 2015...

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The monks are burning on the street
They are protesting the violence of war
Pain is not part of their protest
Only the pain in the hearts of men who foster war
They will become ashes on the street
And be swept up into the winds of eternity
Where are these...

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The worship of light,
Scented prayers resonate:
Mass of lit candles....

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A glittering candle flame

A candle flame does not flutter
and is not extinguished
for it is determined to glitter
and not to be tarnished!
Said “Dear devout
Halt a moment and hark!
Here is a blemish-less monk
even in the dark!!”


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I finally found my peace,
Within these cold stone walls,
I'm Humbled on my knees,
As every echo calls...
This accidental priest,
By some glorious chance,
In a servants fleece,
And crucifix in hand...
Bathing in a light,
That's naked to the eye,
But as its blinding me,
It's warming me inside...
Which leaves me falling deep,
As...

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Thirteen men of doubt we were; forsaken from our own minds.
We weren't like our masters. We were like raw iron with no grind.
Without any experience and faith, we seemed weak to all.
Yet, we were the thirteen that were said to hear the call.

We were mined...

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Darest Vicar –
Tell your kins: the monks
White-haired under a false piety
Their sermons under-nourished
Many of the young inmates
Of the huge monasteries!

Darest Vicar –
Where are those gentle levant monks?
Tell your bothers: the monks
Especially that notorious monk
Wearing a huge globe over blind eyes
Wearing a tower-hat on a bald...

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Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst 
Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods 
every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful 
leaves rustle beneath my feet my London fog 
trench coat blows open in the wind as I wander 
over forgotten...

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The monks of Shun Lun Phi
Live life in the mountains high
While pulls the ground in gravity
	Meditative hands stretch up
	Bequesting sky to drown them nigh...

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 Two men
walking
Two monks
talking
Both men
Buddhists
One man
hiding lust

They see
Maiden ... great beauty
Muddy lake
Body exposed would make

The older monk
Offers to carry
Gratefully thanked 
By the Beauty

After more miles
Walking and talking
Younger monk smiles
Did you enjoy the carrying?

The older one declared:
"I put her down miles back
But now I feel almost...

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Solitary monks
Come togerher as brothers
Simply in communion.
The Spirit binds
Each man's life.
They work,
And they pray 
To the glory of God,
Breakling bread together,
Renouncing the evil world....

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Faithful few
Filled the 
Firmament with
Fundamental fervour
Finally finding, through
Fastidious fellowship,
Future fanatical friends and
Fulfilling the fine frequency
Favourable for forgiveness.
Finally....

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