Long Buddhist Poems
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Simplicity brings them together
They trudge with harmonious love
An indelible flash these birds of a feather
Sharing the path with the white dove
Solemnly saunter across the western world
Spanning the continent, they tour in rows
A peace march of ochre-orange parasols unfurled
Illuminating passage, flames of melodious flows
Embodying trails opaque, a still inertia within
The elements exposed, cloaked in dirt successive
Shallow robes of saffron drapes weathered skin
Lanterns glow thru paths congestive
Miles of pavement ‘neath calloused bare feet
Lauded Buddhist Monks walk for peace
A simple task, that ill will cannot defeat a
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Owing to pirahnic complicity in large scales
Whose causes and effects abet imbalance
Those who fold together, the greediest fails
Unhinged acts of hate they’ll plant the seeds
Of unborn ominous events, giving life to malice
Consume like carrion crows, dirty deeds of vultures
To whom dine and drunk from the blooded chalice
And all who are alongside these canceled cultures
Only dark murmuration for these birds of a feather
Soon to slump by the wayside—they'll fall together
MLK Jr. DAY
1/19/26
emotions of grief loss and bereavement had filled his days
for so long now and he had resolved most issues to some satisfaction
he dreamt of a turning point transition and profound metamorphosis
maybe he should have a butterfly tattoo on his physical body
the thoughts and feelings were necessary for moving on
yet he needed rest for his irritable soul and shift of consciousness
then came a profound emptiness not in the Buddhist sense
at least not so far as a personal Nirvana stillness serenity
more so a void a dark cloud waiting for a light lining of hope
he would have been tempted to refill his cup at the cusp
but what had defined him in the past was no longer there
and shallow pleasures or delusions of instant happiness
were not available on his horizon and the rainbow invisible
an empty vessel might be the better choice than hollow gratification
patience had never been his best virtue and the road ahead was rugged
full of rocks crevices speed bumps potholes and absence of direction
a tsunami had come and he could not push the river any longer
which made him hold on to the reed of faith acceptance and courage
he spoke to himself that one day he would wish to wake up
and say out aloud I am fully present in this day and the moment
right then he realised that he had just announced the very thing
he had been lacking and God had given him a simple answer
Tibetan Buddhist monks create
Mandalas out of sand,
A process that, to me,
Is very hard to understand.
For colorful designs composed
With symmetry and care
Are made by placing grains in patterns
Quite beyond compare.
It may take hours, even days,
Until the work's completing
And then it's swept away to prove
That all in life is fleeting.
In Denver's Art Museum, near
A mandala intact,
The visitors can make their own,
On paper, though, in fact.
With colored pencils we filled in
Our complex mini wheels
And, like the monks, perhaps we knew
How satisfaction feels.
But one big difference - when complete,
We got to take ours home,
As proof of vision and
An inspiration for a poem.
breathless hush
Beyond dreams
with candlelight burns
Lives cross lives idling
Beyond souls emptiness'
piano speaks
'It's all in one mind'
the trees listening
for they are one
with the universe
Eyes smell flowers and become them
There's a deathless hush tonight
tidal wave sweeps in
breathes and sinks all lights lit
Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles
Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere
An orchestra keeps on playing Handel's Water Music
Horns fill with water float away like lovers horizontal
Loop becomes a rollercoaster
like water glasses mixed with Buddhist brine
watered down beer topped with sea foam
Beau Fleuve suddenly become salt
buried masts of Amsterdam arise
the great wave sweeps
to wash away over-age Camembert
steaming in sea-vines
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
and Indians reclaim their canoes
(Blackout of Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
I'm American and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm European and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Oceanian and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm African and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Asian and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm Antarctican and I'm civilized!
-Really?
I'm only civilized and I'm white!
-Really?
I'm only civilized cause I'm from oppressed black!
-Really?
I'm Hindu and I'm civilized!
I'm Buddhist and I'm civilized!
I'm a Jew and I'm civilized!
I'm Christian and I'm civilized!
I'm Muslim and I'm civilized!
I'm Sikh and I'm civilized!
I'm Jain and I'm civilized!
-Really?
-Really?
-Really?
One drop of blood is laughing behind my (venomous) teeth!
I'm civilized! And I only stand on (lame) peaceful feet!
And I greet you all to learn from my civilized myth!
I'm civilized!
I'm civilized!
I'm civilized!
-Really!
Oh! all you're funny trader
crawling as hidden viper!
©Mahtab Bangalee, Chattogram
July 12, 2018
My parting words, which I'll keep quite brief
Never mock another's religious belief
Whether Christian or Muslim, Buddhist or Jew
Only people, not God, would wish harm upon you.
My second point that's of no less worth:
Cherish every living creature ever put on this earth.
Bring no harm to plants, to wildlife or to man,
Live as peacefully coexistent as you possibly can.
And finally, God witness, I share my true Creed,
Which took me a lifetime to consistently heed.
Whenever you seem to do naught but to lose,
Tis time for a binge with both liquor and shoes!!!
First place in contest: "My Parting Gifts"
Judged 9/1/2016
In the middle of a hot summer morning
upon my return from the beach
throngs of people trudging through
on a busy Sunday, by the water quay
My heart so heavy laden that it doesn't speak
heart breaking beauty that I can only see
she walks by in a tilly hat and shiny eyes
the scent of incense clinging in mid air
I wanted to follow her down the paved path
but I had to go, and I couldn't follow
so I quietly came home to my quiet little house
with weeping walls and windows closed
It was a summer morning like many others
except for the Buddhist woman
her smile, her scent, gave me serenity
she stopped me on my tracks,....
In the breath of seconds, where Coltrane's music in silence meets sound/
Sonny Rollins ' Buddha thought Jazz flows like a river, unbound and profound/
Improv, give the drummer some Mike Clark's sacred dance beat on the edge of now/
echoes the Buddha’s truth—how to be, how and now simply/
Herbie’s keys whisper secrets of the eternal present, while Coltrane’s horn soul soars—love supreme, transcendent/
Wayne’s Emanon, a mantra of self and beyond, journeying into Nichiren's Buddhist sacred pond/
Meditation’s stillness is a fertile ground to ignite the jazz flight/ Notes bloom like lotuses in the quiet of the night/
Both paths converge—music and mind—one breath, unfolding the cosmos, escaping death/
In the stillness of the moment, the universe reveals its face. No need for judgment, just pure grace. Jazz and Buddhism, a union of the free,
Beyond consciousness to a Buddha's enlightenment/
Sitting under the Bodhi Tree/
Straight ahead into the real/
A free jazz collective to attachment and non-attachment to the jazz note you just played/
Take your giant steps on the stage of thought/
Let your music take action as a serenade to what is now/
But after leaving no trace of self and no shadow of the jazz notes you just played/
super boll
boll weevil twin brothers: one was great, one the lesser of two weevils
you killed my father, prepare to die
three-legged dog in a saloon: "looking for the man who shot my paw"
a news headline i'd like to see
buddhist avoids novocain wants to transcend dental medication
somewhere in the middle
she once told me i was average i said she was just being mean
that would be a real night-mare
he tries to not talk like a horse doesn't want to be a neigh sayer
what's a particle like you doing in a place like this?
neutron asks "how much for a beer?" the bartender says, "for you, no charge"
eleventh one's the charm?
i entered ten pun contests hoping one would win
no pun in ten did
Happy New Year to all... may your 2023 be filled with smiles
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