Monks Poems - Poems about Monks

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 Polish graves my soul seeks solace in this Marianplatz meaning...

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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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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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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 despaired That you still have her on your back!"...

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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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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 from our deposits, and forged into a force. A force of...

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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 universal souls? How do we contact them? Are they lying in the...

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

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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 the choir stands, Letting me be free, In gregorian chant... I finally found...

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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 head The prodigal partition of our nurture Remains the perdition of the...

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1 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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