A place to publish my poems. These are written from time-to-time (rather than regularly) and some have been placed on various other sites on the internet. I will add them here as the mood takes me. The main themes of my poetry are implicitly Buddhist in nature ... but really everything is implicitly Buddhist in nature.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Punctuation
Punctuation
From groan
and moan
to bleachèd bone.
From lust
and thrust
to ashen dust.
From womb
and bloom
to stagnant tomb.
From birth
and mirth
to breathless dearth.
From kiss
and bliss
to Stygian Dis.
From start
and heart
we all must part.
If there is "no one home in the universe" (we are castaways on planet earth without a God to love and communicate with) then Buddhism is a reasonable palliative care alternative to ease the pain of that. But Buddhism also comes as a religion with several versions, each with their own set of hoops to jump through.
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If there is "no one home in the universe" (we are castaways on planet earth without a God to love and communicate with) then Buddhism is a reasonable palliative care alternative to ease the pain of that. But Buddhism also comes as a religion with several versions, each with their own set of hoops to jump through.
Yes, yes, yes. That's as may be. The poem's shite, though.
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