Short The Buddha Poems
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Turnabout
I sat there
mocking the Buddha
contemplating
………his navel
John G, Lawless
3/9/2021
Can love be against the Buddha nature?
Can we let Buddha stand in the way of living?
Or can all complications be reconciled into
One?
The Buddha insists on the absence of ‘I'.
We banish the self if we ardently try.
I’ve done meditation
and hoped for salvation.
So who became Buddhist? The Buddha — not I.
While seeking inner peace
the most-hallowed Buddha
heard a chorus of angels
sing Hallelujah.
They weren't singing for him;
t'was for the Child and Madonna,
so he continued on
in his quest for Nirvana.
This weather-worn stone statue of him:
Cross-legged under a tree, surrounded by
Flowers in the garden;
The expression on his face fixed inwardly, Knowing, placid,
Be it Spring, Summer, Fall or Winter.
Is the Oracle wise
the Buddha fat
or the Great
Niagara wet
Description wanes
where titan’s reign
as words are left
to falter
And blow upwind
against the grain
in messages
— sublime
(The New Room: December, 2024)
Himalayan kingdom, heavenly sky
Sitting proudly, Oh so high
There's life and death laying side by side
The beginnings and the ends are just stars in their eyes
The teachings of the Buddha shows a reason to believe
souls of the wayward
we see sinking in darkness
as an empath we are moved
recognising needless suffering
we recall the Buddha had affirmed
does not the pendulum move to the left
that it may then later swing toward the right
29-April-2023
HIGHER
When everybody listen to each other, we will have peaceful universe
The Buddha has come to this world to help us living better
I am praying and writing my souls onto the verse
Everything is wonderful and everythin is higher and higher
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando May 19, 2016
A decade and a half year ago
Explored Earth to and fro
Begging help and guidance too
Seeking knowledge from without
But to no avail answers were still kept
Keep wandering until Buddha and I met
Uttered words never heard
Radiates wisdom upon my head
Overrated queries were answered.
time is a fostered thought-form.....
a gardeners 'bud'-istic nature is as time
'bud'-ism means planting time-growth forms.....
'bud'-ah! is being aware beauty is a 'now-effect'
the buddha as the 'now-mind' is being as the soil
for life's endless 'bud'-isms of minds time-growth effects
stan sand
In lower realms, where darkness reigns
Lust and rage dominate
Love’s opaqued by dark feral stains
Souls tremble at hell’s gate
Love with love doesn’t pair
Angels too tread with care
Save The Buddha, none dare
Fear overwhelms
In lower realms
15-January-2022
Quietus
He has nothing left but a triangle of faces,
An old rake,
And a heart that won't stop beating
For all the invisibility of life:
The pushing of a boat upstream,
The angular intentions of voices,
The steel nob of your car door,
The shouts against the wind.
On his beath bed the Buddha urged us to
Strive.
So many of us grew up with the Christ.
Were painting eggs and bunny came by.
The fewer have opened heart to the others:
The Buddha, Mohamed and far Dalai Lama.
The smarter we get - the more we do know.
The wiser we get - the more we Don't know.
And only a few hear voice from above
What matters in life - if we share Love.
There’s the Buddha by the banjo
There’s a jumbo in the hall
And I must admit it took some time
To notice them at all
But just last night at bedtime
As I snuggled up in bed
There upon the wardrobe
I espied a camels head
I smiled a little smile
As I turned off the bedroom light
Lay my head upon your pillow
And, I dreamt of you all night
He sits smiling
Almost smirking
Inaudibly chanting
OOOOOOOOOO…my
OOOOOOOOOO…my
A gathering
Of gatherers
Seizing moments of glee
Lost in animated wrapping paper
Children lost in a moment
Bathing in the innocence of now
Sharing their unfettered joy
The Buddha smiles
Knowing
They will spend a lifetime
In search of
such moments
By Phan Tan Hai
Purple myrtle forests, a wild mountain girl;
you, a wanderer of dust, your poems faint and wind-blown.
A lifetime lost in the city’s maze,
offering morning sunlight and evening rain.
Your poetry—fog of forgotten provinces—
danced wildly in the bright dream-sun.
Your laughter hid the teachings of the Buddha;
you lifted a flower and questioned the moon and stars.
The Buddha casts no shadow
smugly seated at high noon’s
forever present moment
a ripple-less façade placidly
ignoring its turmoil filled depth
masked in fates saturnine smile
a somber stoic’s silent grin
mocking the wind blown leaves
amused by time’s chaos
plumply sated in his idyll
disconnected from all things
the Buddha casts no shadow
John G. Lawless
©12//23/2018
Socrates and Jesus met the Buddha one fine day
Comparing notes on favorite quotes
Of love, life, work and play.
Socrates said “Questioning” was the way to truth made clear
While Jesus said, “Love everyone, even those we hate and fear.”
Buddha on the other hand smiled and kept on walking,
Thinking to himself he said, “Need more silence and less talking.”
© Terrell Martin, 01/08/2025
I sit entranced
as the shadows danced
…around me
I left the Buddha
outside in the falling snow
…I gave him my hat
The tree tilts
The snowman wobbles
….the wind laughs
The neighbor’s dog
Peed on our snowman
I told the kids
…“he’s not potty trained.”
I wonder
If Santa likes
Sugar, lactose and gluten free
…COOKIES?????
John G. Lawless
©12/5/2022
Form:
Buddha; the awakened one,
had everything he wanted.
Born in Lumbini,
to royal parents.
One day he left
his life as a wandering ascetic.
While one of his journeys
World, all in slumber
Buddha was sitting, in long meditation
Santa came knocking
With a hearty “Ho Ho Ho,”
Merry Christmas.
Buddha, what do you want for Christmas?
You’ve been good to all.
“I don't need too much of nothing.”
Some adjust to the plow,
they learn to shape their lives
around what they push through.
Assembling plastic throwaway things
blind hands adjust.
The Buddha breaks rocks
in a quarry, adjusts his mind to emptiness.
Jesus
paints roads signs. Teaches the law
of infinite directions.
Most harness themselves
to the unseen work within the work,
do what we must do to break away
from a hitched-up life.
When a mallet strikes a crystal bowl
It causes vibrations to penetrate the mind and enter the spirit
A magical power that
wipes away worry and pain
as mystic vibes touch the soul - enlightening as well as healing
The Buddha nature is in us all
as we strive for the truths we need
Let the sounds carry you to a place
Where fear and anxiety do not exist
Where all sounds blend into one sound
Om
I don’t believe that Elvis is dead
Men never walked on the moon
WWWF was real
Those big sweaty men
Were kicking each others
Asses
Have a piece of birthday cake
You’ll never be this old again
Black and white TV
No fans no AC
Come on Ma
Can’t you see?
Take out the trash
With the TV
Roast is burnt
And where is Dad
He died in 63
Baby Jesus loves us so
The Buddha was a priest
Time goes by and then
It stops
Forging new memories
Do not remember the names.
Somebody is waiting in the wings.
It is very dark here. The drums
will break the mother’s heart.
The death will not accept the
dew on the grass. She wants tears;
The Buddha is taking a turn
in his sleep. Why is he so restless ?
O, my father, I am watching the
fields turning into piles of ash.
Cannot shut the eyes for a jiffy.
Will you write something for the god ?
Satish Verma