Best Pagodas Poems

seagulls surf the wind
my escorts home
across the waves

                  streamlined gannets
                  ...

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City across the water, night by violet aurora
Los Angeles, we're further south than I thought (than we should be)
I take a strewn-bark trail to get a better view
Hand me the camera, Polaroids in quick succession (when is this?)
It's not quite capturing it, never the depth...

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Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees
for surely by waiting we shall see no time gained greater than these

For surely by not waiting we shall see 
no time gained greater to us than these

Pagodas temples and soft music...

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above the pagodas
eagles fly high
sharing with angels...

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Born of smoke and fire glow
In those blazing summers of long ago
Little mountaintop pagodas
Wooden cabs with cute cupolas
Guardians of the grand Sequoia
Douglas fir and ponderosa

Where vigil kept with eagle eyes
Spotted smokes of wildland fires
Called the word to those below
When lightning arced in brilliant bolts
Around the...

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Let us cross over the river
and rest under the shade of the trees
for surely by not waiting we shall see 
no time gained greater to us than these
Pagodas temples and soft music greet us there
Oh how soft the rain on my face please not mistaken...

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Here by this lake, the willows weep;
Dawn light awakes from deep dark sleep.

Pagodas stand: twin radiant calm;
See bridge arch trend with distant palms.

The waters flow in slow cascade;
Sense a bright glow in fluid parade.

Picturesque view of small boats far;
Diverts my que from thoughts ajar.

The cast...

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By lakeside path
Such windy stuff


Feel the cool breeze
Funnel fond squeeze


Sun now sparkles
Fluid lake dazzles


Glimpse far away
Sensorial play


Twin pagodas
Flash agenda


Park bench welcome
Stray chirpy psalms


Mid morning walk
Silence now stalks


By breezy lake
New flash points take


Transit trains move
On timely grooves


This brief sojourn
Watch time adjourn


Stillness words best
In mystic quest


Mindful I...

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Return! Return!

The men You seek Are Dead

Return to your Ashen Pagodas

For now there will be no more bloodshed

No more cries at night from the widows.

The Widows!

Where are the Widows?

Lying next to their husbands bones

Their bleeding souls cannot let go

They have decided to live in misery

And...

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Based on the famous linguist, poet Humayun Azad Sir's poem "SAB KICHU NOSHTODER ODHIKARE JABE". However, it is not an exact English translation from Bengali. Edited in different places with tense. Apologies for any mistake in poetic notions.

I know, all have been going to the...

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50 years ago I would have said
life was swollen with promise
as I awaited your return
from a land of bicycles,
Pagodas, potato vendors
and "Hiah, Hiah, Mushee, Mushee,
Hononea, Hononea."*

40 years ago the struggle
almost killed us both,
swimming against the current
of babies, bottles, bills
and dreams swept away.

30 years ago, life...

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Pagodas and trees reflect on the still lake,
which is still and undisturbed. If you take

a keen look at the lake,
you'll see the sky and birds.

When it is night,
you'll see the moon and stars.

Nature is the best Zen Master;
we see ourselves reflecting

in each other's thoughts,
and way...

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I.	O my children,
	All the faithful,
	Heed the call,
	Hear the sanction...
	The ancient eldritch plea
	Gathering from the thousand shadowed places,
	Plazas, pagodas, pavilions...
	Reach out, summon in communal ritual
	The quencher of your thirsts
	Slayer of want

II.	Moving through the smoke of October,
	The dry chill of night...
	Tending to the bells in the upper...

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Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom.
That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume.

Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together;
And she loved golden, nursery rhymes, like sunshine, carnival pleasure.

Their farm was small but busy,...

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Written 19 November 2023
No. 1259 New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Stand

                            A Land Where East Meets...

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