Long Lama Poems
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The sparrows and cardinals
squabble -
hedgerow turf wars.
Sudden low evening rain.
Do the trees weep, or does the sky?
Anger seeps into drywalls
fills eyes with a restless acrimony.
Yesterday the sun was a brightness
on the wrists of small boys.
They played out a violent video game,
a shrill virtual savagery;
strife is merrily cast into the consonant air.
Garden blooms seem to badger each other
for a nook of sky.
Tonight I hope the owls keep blinking.
I hope tomorrow,
the Dalai Lama, or a politician
will actually say something wise.
Perhaps, a news anchor
will tire of his daily sneers?
Will owls stop questioning?
Wait! Is this a fresh morning breeze?
Are there hand-washing angels, do they rise
now within us to scatter and flay,
lather all into amity;
dissolve the moth bones, the spiked wings,
of that darkly spawning fray?
October 9 is the 283rd day this year
In history many died and she'd tears
1594 Portuguese empire defeated in Sri Lanka
Bringing an end to the campaign of danture
1604 kepplers supernova found in the milky way
Who says you need modern science today
The swedes defeated in 1708
Battle of lesnaya won by Peter the Great
At least 1000 ethnic Chinese natives killed in Batvia
1740 Dutch colonist started this massacre
1806 prussia starts war with France
Throughout the years you can see wars at a glance
In 1834 the first public railway opened in Ireland
1847 slavery abolished in Swedish colony
No more children orphaned
The people having more life quality
1900 the cook islands became a uk territory
1911 the Wuchang uprising against the Quing Dynasty
1914 The siege of of antwerp comes to an end
1918 Prince frederick Charles offered throne of Finland
The next few years see many massacres and assanations
It's as though the world was under fascination
In reality it brought loss, death and hatred
No-one realising that being alive is sacred
1980 Pope John Paul the second meets the dalai lama
Hopefully the world will become calmer
1981 capital punishment abolished in France
Finally someone taking a positive stance
But alas wars are still declared and lives lost
Decisions made by people who try to boss
The world being destroyed by the human race
Remember we are visitors and can open the case
We need to protect this planet where we reside
Think about futer generations don't hide
Stand up and be counted
Keep this planets peace firmly mounted
Effigy formed of inert dust,
Inhaled the divine pulse, vile vine
Infused with worth and dignity.
I'm not! I'm not! Fallen from grace;
I frown at my rueful bungle.
Sad to strut, my honor swishes
Shame; dark crusted conscience
Hangs on me; keeps paling my worth
Till I yell at Christ's open arms
For return of the gone glory,
So dear, the present, a shadow.
Years in the fire, self-refining,
Yielded scum, dross, a dull shine.
If I should have another chance,
Revert to the noble state I'd lost,
My heart could be tanned rainbow.
A dove cranes on a perch, offset
Against the blue, croons in the wind,
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?
Yet I battle with baneful pride,
Scorn the grace, the courting nocturne.
No end to my nice now, I wow.
Quite unequalled, I'll ever be.
The bell tolls for others, each time
Softer; the whir of a whirling world.
The sun keeps her scoot; stars, their stroll.
Summer smiles; winter whines, sulks.
Time etches against my proud form.
The bell! Sounds like tolling closer—
Jangling, ruffling... nettling.
Yet my pride... my pride sticks,
Lances the chance to begin again.
© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Opening a new 2019 calendar,
January unveils an Arctic Wildlife Refuge view
of glaciered mountains
behind a frozen river
surrounded by bedrocks
grey and bleak black
and rusty brown.
The Wilderness Society caption
claims this as our "treasured landscape
that the indigenous Gwich'in people" name,
proclaim?
"Sacred Place Where Life Begins."
Rather than
The same old frigid and barren secular place
where any decent life
could only abruptly end
in hopelessly frozen defeat.
This juxtaposition seems to capture essential compassionate v narcissistic
human destinies of choice.
Both Wildlife Refuge views
could be valid,
but the indigenous birthplace choice
to see opportunity
feels more integratively useful,
more communion sustainable,
resilient, rather than bitterly brittle.
The Dalai Lama teaches,
and presumably practices,
as have other messianic/bodhisattva re-creations,
a distinction between empathic pictures
and compassionate stories.
Empathy may associate with RightBrain feelings
of happiness and despair,
ecstasy, but also cynical disenchantment,
with some Other
past,
present,
future,
human,
animal,
plant,
planet...
Compassion is more about LeftBrain planning
what I, we, cooperatively together
walking in newborn, reborn solidarity
will do to heal wounds, minimize risks,
and more resiliently sustain sacred opportunities
for unborn/reborn future life.
Empathy opens windows,
pictures,
landscapes,
refuges,
sanctuaries toward proactive
cooperative co-passion.
Practiced,
informed,
experienced,
trained,
educated,
supported development of co-responsibility,
green integrity,
Synergetic vulnerability,
matriarchally cooperative wombs
open life to empathy,
co-empathy,
eco-empathy with wounded and therapeutic lifelines,
compassionate rebirth conquering narcissistic pre-death
In 2019,
2020 sharper revision,
and so on.
The Dalai Lama, who has earned
great respect and admiration,
has said that, after his death,
he will achieve reincarnation.
The school of Mahayana,
a Buddhist doctrine,
teaches social concern
and universal salvation,
a revered belief system
in his Tibetan nation.
The government of China,
with its history of prevarication,
insists that only it can decide
on the Dalai Lama's next manifestation,
showing complete disrespect
for Buddhist faith and tradition.
This atheistic tendency
shows no understanding
of trancendency,
and I hope his successor
will continue the struggle
against the oppressor.
Whatever you do or do not believe,
religion is a powerful force,
and the true Dalai Lama's credibility
will always be a matter of course.
Ingrain here now love, wisdom and power
Three fold attributes that make us complete
Rejoice hermit, in love’s blissful shower
Melding with oneness, sitting at God’s feet
Here in third density, love does love greet
Why-for then does our heart in fear cower
All one; there are no rivals to unseat
Ingrain here now, love wisdom and power
Rise higher, oh lama, don’t sink lower
Ego doership takes us down a dark street
Trinity’s within; reclaim through prayer
Three fold attributes that make us complete
Deep within our heart, we all hark love’s tweet
An endearment that blossoms hour by hour
Our soul becomes divine, with joy replete
Rejoice hermit, in love’s blissful shower
Negating desires, let’s make thoughts slower
As ordained, we imbibe magnetic heat
Heart lotus within, begins to flower
Melding with oneness, sitting at God’s feet
In-form nodes dance to cadence of love’s beat
We’re still, as God Himself does empower
Bliss ignition continues to repeat
Across boundless space, our soul does tower
Ingrain here now love
10-January-2022
Be wary dear soul of lull before the storm
Languish not in comfort zone
Complacency sets in, amidst bliss caress warm
Yet crisis strikes, when we’re alone
Too late then, for us to atone
Make no mistake; the universe will test
At the least expected moment
The pure of heart lightly pass this off in jest
For the rest, it’s dark fear poignant
We turn to God, omnipotent
Yet too often, we falter at the altar
Since we choose to dwell in darkness
We stand not firm, like the rock of Gibraltar
Reflex response stuporousness
Deadened is our consciousness
Thus moment to moment, oh dear lama
Let’s hark to voice of conscience
Heart cleansed of stigma, life then no enigma
Sparkles childlike innocence
Aglow in God’s luminescence
18-January-2022
A well-appointed cowpoke, of whom there are still a few,
Wanted to be properly clad for his first job interview.
So, to impress his potential and somewhat cynical boss,
He has a silver-studded saddle throwed across his hoss!
He's wearin' a ten-gallon hat, a Stetson if you please,
And a bandana 'round his neck to catch the dusty breeze.
The dude has a roll-yer-own a-danglin' from his lips,
And a shiny pair of forty-fours a-hangin' from his hips!
He's wearin' a hand-tooled leather belt of the finest grade,
And a "cowboy" shirt and a vest cut from top-grade suede!
A woolly pair of chaps covers his bow-legged knees,
And protects his Calvin Kleins that fit so tight they squeeze!
His gleamin' pair of Tony Lama boots with pointy toes,
Completes what he considers proper cowboyin' clothes.
The silver spurs on his boots glint in the noonday sun;
Ah, he's the ideal picture of a range-ridin' son-of-a-gun!
The boss, arms folded, feet spread, sportin' a knowin' grin,
Didn't seem to be impressed, much to the greenhorn's chagrin.
Sizin' him up from head to toe, he said, "You look fit and able",
Handed him a fork and shovel and sent him to the stable!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Oh look who toils up yonder hill
Of shoulders stooped and slow of gait
Garments hang off a frame once filled
The body drips with yesterday’s fate
An existence once filled with hate and greed
Ensnared in a mind of ego sense
Attachments and illusions that once took seed
In man’s entrapment - in a fog so dense
Look how he persists to reach the roads
Crawling now in dust and sweat
Unshackling life’s chains as he goes
His saving grace - his terrestrial death
Facing his crossroads - flawed Ego he must lose
A formidable tempt in earthly men
Freeing mental obscuration he must choose
A transcendental state to reach his Zen
Oh look who runs down yonder hill
A liberated awakening for all to see
Freed from dark paths he once did travel
Oh aligned Soul - you are now set free
Footnote - The precepts of the peaceful Dalai Lama, is that Buddhism is not a religion but a way of life.
This is an explanation of Tibetan Buddhism, enlightenment and spiritual rebirth.
Buddhahood is defined as a state free of the obstructions to liberation as well as those to omniscience. When one is freed from all mental obscuration, one is said to attain a state of continuous bliss mixed with a simultaneous cognition of emptiness, the true nature of reality.
In this state, all limitations on one's ability to help other living beings are removed.
(“Shangri-La Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil
"Kalachakra Mandala", from Enlightenment Thangka, Nepal)
Today I got a letter from Shambhala
But it wasn’t the letter I expected
For being from the magical kingdom
It required a bit of translating
To read between the lines
To see what the king really had to say.
Shambhala may seem a bit exotic
But it’s a place I like to keep a pulse on
Having been introduced in youth
One Three Dog Night long ago,
Then as chance would have it years later
First on a trip in Boulder it reached out to me
From its turquoise blue portal poster
Then later still, Dalai Lama’s empowerment
Bade me enter again the hidden kingdom’s
All encompassing Wheel of Time
To commit to become a reserve
In the army of the Lord
In a future when the forces of evil storm
The gates of what is in essence purely spiritual,
Beyond the grasp of the physical,
Yet apparently still vulnerable
To the forces of materialism in all its forms.
After all what happens when you enter the gates
Of Heaven with a bit of evil still in your heart?
I suppose you become a fallen angel
And join the ranks of all the rest of us on Earth
Fallen, but fired up with a lingering vision
Of what almost was and can still be.
And so back here on Earth you join the tide
Of the religious chanting “Allahu Akbar”,
Which of course is true,
Or the falsely educated more secularly minded
Who under their rainbow flag
Just want all the old ways destroyed
To give rise to something new
Unable to stop while they are ahead
Stop before the tide carries them to the walls
That guard the halls of pure and shining Shambhala.
But when the waves break,
Waves of no longer huddled masses
With their swords and stones, rockets and drones
How will the light of Shambhala then shine?
Like the fires at the end of time.
And where will you be in this great battle?
On the side you pledged your heart
When you first heard the song.
(11/17/25)