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A Poem a Day

ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
Hey Guys! 

So a wee friend of mine *cough* @Liam *cough* likes to send me one poem a day and it honestly makes my day! It has really gotten me into poetry - sometimes the words say things I would otherwise find difficult to express, or a sometimes the poem makes be feel a certain way I can't explain. 

I've made this thread so we can share a poem a day and other's can enjoy them too! If you want to send a poem a day also then please do! 

If you're sending a screenshot of a poem, it would be great if you could copy and paste the text into a spoiler underneath so that it's accessible to everyone! Thank you :) 
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  • AidanAidan Clever idiot Posts: 3,029 Boards Guru
    Fast microwaves are the very best
    They burn the hottest cakes in the West
    Turn the dial all the way
    And watch the deliciousness fade away
    But at least you want have to wait too long
    Before steaming crap is in your tum
    ~Aidan aged 21
    but idk tho
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  • ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️ Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
    23/11/20



    We’re all wayfaring travellers,
    Trudging down our separate roads,
    Hoping, wishing, praying,
    Someone will come to share our load,
    There’s sunburn on our shoulders,
    And there are blisters on our feet,
    We brave the wildest blizzards, 
    And the scorching summer heat,
    Sometimes we find somebody,
    Who is going our way too,
    And while they walk beside us,
    The sky seems a bit more blue,
    But all roads twist and turn,
    And when you reach an intersection,
    It’s likely life will take them,
    In the opposite direction,
    But don’t give up on hoping,
    When your road is a dead end,
    It’s likely that you’ll find,
    It’s only really just a bend,
    And though the other’s roads are different,
    It doesn’t mean that yours is wrong,
    So pick yourself back up again,
    And just keep trudging on.


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  • Past UserPast User Posts: 1,998 Extreme Poster
    edited November 2020
    Woo! Thanks Zenners

    I'm going to share my favourite poem first. I'll throw it into a spoiler because it's quite long :)

    23/11/20

    The Scientist and the Bumblebee

    The scientist said the bumblebee couldn’t fly,
    She lacked the wingbeats per minute or the necessary size,
    But the bumblebee in her ignorance proved him wrong,
    She knew she could fly cause she’d flown all along
    Imagine if she’d listened to the man she might have stopped,
    Given up on the spot, tucked her wings in and dropped,
    So don’t ever let someone tell you what you can’t do,
    Just because its proven, doesn’t mean it’s true.

    The bumblebee bumbled, loving her life, she hums as she flies,
    The bumblebee fumbled, clumsily stumbled from flower to flower
    The bumblebee tumbled, tore through the sky pulling corkscrews and dives,
    The bumblebee mumbled, crumbled in front of the queen and her power,
    The bumblebee grumbled something explicit, discovered she’d been labelled a gimmick,
    The bumblebee rumbled, desperate to eat that nectar so sweet,
    The bumblebee humbled her critics, silenced all things scientific,
    The bumblebee jumbled her speech, she didn’t care cause in the air she was free…

    Because she was a busy bee, loved to fly to flowers and visit trees,
    Deliver seeds, efficiently, more so than in a breeze,
    Intricate and intimate, meticulous, auxiliary,
    And gathered more honey than any sick MCS,
    Ever since she learned to fly, she earned her stripes,
    Despite the words of hype from learned types,
    Suppressed the urge to fight or turn and hide,
    Instead she yearned for skies and birds up high,
    Her confidence was soaring, She saw scientists as boring,
    The sort of people she should be ignoring,
    Because they made no sense, at least no scent as sweet as pollen,
    Even centimetres from her they depended on their drawings,
    And They’d rather follow their charts than follow their hearts,
    If they saw a bee leave they would still believe their graphs,
    They preferred facts and figures to beeswax and vigour
    But she begged to differ as she flew past and laughed,

    Meet the scientist, His aim in life was to try and dismiss,
    Any hypothesis he deemed preposterous,
    When asked why he never swallowed his pride he replied
    “that’s obvious, it wouldn’t fit down my oesophagus,”
    Not quite the optimist, more like the opposite,
    Less likely to be living in a bubble than popping it,
    He had hey — believe everything I say- fever
    Pollinosis when close to the anomalous,
    Taking measurements, making experiments, accumulating evidence,
    His brain contained considerable cleverness compared to his intelligence,
    So busy with bees in the room, he forgot the elephant,
    His full proof was foolproof except for the truth,
    If the bumblebee had read his report she’d have agreed,
    she was too heavy therefore would never be airborne,
    but ignorance is bliss and that begins with a Bee

    This one’s for the bees in the hives living lives of aviation,
    The ones ho survive and help survive through pollination,
    The ones who thrive in the sticky situations
    With the floccinaucinihilipilification,
    Doing what they’re doing for the buzz, not for love or money,
    Moving and manoeuvring above, if the weather’s sunny,
    Proving to the humans their conclusions are confusing
    And unusually refusing to budge,
    This is for those who are being themselves, and who believe in themselves,
    Who see the bee in themselves, and set it free in themselves,
    Who know that even though it’s difficult, life is full of miracles,
    And true happiness never came from being cynical,
    The bumblebees, forever looking for something sweet,
    Overcoming tumbleweeds by holding on the something sweet,
    In summary, this is for those who stay summery,
    For there will be bees to come, whatever comes to be.

    ZenAidan
  • Anch0r33Anch0r33 Obnoxiously Large Anchor Somewhere in the sea 🌊Posts: 981 Part of The Mix Family
    Guys I love these. I enjoy writing poetry and will definitely share on here if I can find any <3
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  • Past UserPast User Posts: 1,998 Extreme Poster
    The same poet as above, this poem is about trying to find hope and remaining positive when the world feels a wee bit glum. 

    It's another long one but super worth the read.

    Impossible  ( Harry Baker )

    The truth is it’s too easy

    to tell ourselves it’s too hard

    When facing the end - that it’s too late

    to even make a start

    But if we take impossible to mean

    that we don’t have a chance

    We have lost sight of how unlikely

    it was we would get this far.

    The way the single fish outwits the shark

    by sticking with its school

    The way a crescent moon out spins its dark

    to once again be full

    Even winter - given long enough

    begins to lose its cool

    What was once exceptional

    now barely registers at all

    The bug who finds its all too much

    and shuts off everything

    To then recover and have summoned up

    The strength to stretch its wings

    The snake so full of itself

    that it cannot help but shed its skin

    Or how instead of death, the hedgehog

    went to bed and slept till spring

    To think the earth exists at this

    specific distance from the sun

    Down to the angle of the axis

    on which everything is spun

    The fact that trees happen to breathe

    That which we need inside our lungs...

    It would all seem impossible,

    Had it not already been done.

    We are so constantly surrounded that it’s easy to forget

    The world is full of impossible - that hasn’t stopped us yet

    Just as indeed the dos we did outdo the don’ts we didn’t,

    So everything’s impossible, until it isn’t. 

    Flamingos and giraffes look like

    they were drawn by a child

    We can’t begin to comprehend

    All of the ways this world is wild

    None of them asked if they were possible

    Before they came to be.

    None of them have ceased to exist

    By being told they’re make-believe

    The thought of rivers changing course

    before somebody gave a damn

    Or that a tide might turn from shore

    Before a line’s drawn in the sand

    We cannot know how far our actions go,

    The impact they might have

    Sometimes the only thing that we can do

    Is to do all we can

    Just as the night is at its darkest

    When it’s introduced to day

    Just as the dry is at its harshest

    In the breath before it rains

    it’s easy enough to believe in something

    When it’s all okay.

    It is when times are at their hardest

    That it’s hardest to have faith

    And yet the wolf that survives

    is the one we’re feeding the most

    By making it through day to day

    We see the seasons evolve

    If there was never any doubt

    There’d be no reason for hope

    It could too late to do anything

    It sure as hell is if we don’t 

    When it’s over and we’re no more

    than old bones within the ground

    Still the soil knows to grow its seeds

    from what is broken down

    What is lost is always lost

    until the moment it is found

    It only ever goes one way..

    Unless we turn things round

    I am tired of the doom and gloom

    And self-fulfilling prophecies

    I’m trying to find room to bloom

    And self-fulfill the opposites

    When it’s an act of revolution

    To try to stay remotely positive

    There’s nothing wishy-washy

    About opting to be optimists

    We are impossible to everyone who’s ever gone before

    And everyone who’s yet to come will push impossible some more

    Just as indeed the dos we did outdo the don’ts we didn’t,

    So it will remain impossible, until it isn’t.

    Zen
  • ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️ Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
    24/11/20


    I’ve met people trapped in crowds
    Who think that “space” means you’re alone,
    Who find their silence too deafening 
    To spend much time on their own,
    They ask how I can hear the whispers
    If I stand back from the crowd,
    But surely whispers are drowned out
    When where you’re standing is so loud?
    If all you see of those around you
    Is the back of someone’s head,
    Don’t you think the bigger picture
    Would mean so much more instead?
    Just like you can’t find constellations
    By looking at a single star,
    Sometimes the world does not make sense
    Until you watch it from afar,
    Space does not mean you’re empty
    It just means you’ve room to grow,
    It doesn’t mean you must be lonely,
    For there’s more people you can know,
    Because the space between two beats
    Just shows you have a working heart,
    And it’s the only way to tell
    If you’re apart or a part.


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  • Past UserPast User Posts: 1,998 Extreme Poster
    Here's one from the poetry pharmacy book... The description is : 

    This poem is sort of a kick in the trousers. If you walk in and say 'I'm going to lose', before you've even tried, you haven't got a chance. Sometimes the only way is to talk yourself into it - whatever 'it' may be.

    Thinking (Walter D. Wintle)

    If you think you are beaten, you are;
    If you think you dare not, you don't
    If you'd like to win, but you think you can't,
    It's almost a cinch you won't.

    If you think you'll lose, you're lost,
    For out of the world we find
    Success begins with a fellow's will-
    It's all in the state of mind.

    If you think you're outclassed, you are;
    You've got to think high to rise;
    You've got to be sure of yourself before
    You can ever win a prize

    Life's battles don't always go
    To the stronger or faster man;
    But soon or late the man who wins,
    Is the one who thinks he can.


    Added a pic of the page :)


    Zen
  • ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️ Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
    25/11/20



    I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings - Maya Angelou 
    A free bird leaps on the back
    Of the wind and floats downstream
    Till the current ends and dips his wing
    In the orange suns rays
    And dares to claim the sky.
    But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
    Can seldom see through his bars of rage
    His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    So he opens his throat to sing.
    The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
    Of things unknown but longed for still
    And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
    The caged bird sings of freedom.
    The free bird thinks of another breeze
    And the trade winds soft through
    The sighing trees
    And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
    Lawn and he names the sky his own.
    But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
    His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    So he opens his throat to sing.
    The caged bird sings with
    A fearful trill of things unknown
    But longed for still and his
    Tune is heard on the distant hill
    For the caged bird sings of freedom.


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  • AidanAidan Clever idiot Posts: 3,029 Boards Guru
    I wanna free Barry after that one Zen :cry::lol:
    but idk tho
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  • ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️ Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
    @Aidan I think it's supposed to be a metaphor for something a little bigger :joy:
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  • Past UserPast User Posts: 1,998 Extreme Poster
    A reminder (Shelby Leigh)

    Remember that sometimes
    It's ok to close your eyes
    and forget the world,
    to think for yourself,
    Breathe deeply,
    and do that one thing
    you've been putting off
    for months
    and when you are ready
    to view the world with
    new-born eyes
    you will find that
    the stars still shine,
    the waves still crash,
    the sun still rises,
    and
    your heart still beats.
    ZenAidan
  • AidanAidan Clever idiot Posts: 3,029 Boards Guru
    Eleanor said:
    @Aidan I think it's supposed to be a metaphor for something a little bigger :joy:
    Oh like an African Grey? That's alreyt then :lol:

    Sadness

    They say happiness will find you,
    But I think sadness will find you too,
    It sneaks up on you in darkness,
    Just when you think you've made it through,
    It opens holes in what was solid ground,
    The kind you never know are there,
    Until you go to take another step,
    And find you're standing over the air,
    The world around you passes by,
    In blurs of colour and sound,
    Nothing around you making sense,
    As you continue you plummet down,
    You can't remember how it started,
    And you don't know when it will end,
    But you know that you'd give anything,
    To stand up on your feet again,
    Sadness is that feeling,
    When the falling doesn't stop,
    And it saps your life of meaning,
    And of the good things that you've got,
    So when you finally hit rock bottom,
    And you look back up at the sky,
    What you once had seems so far away,
    The only thing left to do is cry,
    People all yell out "save yourself",
    Calling things about "happiness" and "hope",
    But they're too busy with their lives to realise,
    It'd be a lot quicker if they let down a rope

    ~Erin Hanson
    but idk tho
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  • LaineLaine Fruit loop Gone for gooPosts: 2,767 Account Deactivated
    Tonight i've watched 

    The moon and then the Pleiades 
    Go down.

    The night is now half gone; youth goes; I am
    In bed alone.

    ~ Sappho

    🌈Positive thoughts🌈

    "This is my family. I found it, all on my own.
    It's little, and Broken, but still good. Yeah. Still good." ~ Stitch

    "Lately, I've been struggling with all the simple things in my life" ~ Cian Ducrot

    "I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or I'm insecure" ~ Juice Wrld
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  • ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️ Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
    26/11/20

    I got lost on the highway of happiness



    I got lost on the highway of happiness
    Took a wrong turn on the Road of Regret,
    I found myself walking through memories
    That I’ve been trying hard to forget…
    They grow out of cracks in the sidewalk,
    Found their way up the bricks of the walls,
    With thorns grown so sharp they promised,
    To pierce my heart should I fall…
    These memories spread endlessly outwards,
    Until they were too far away to be seen,
    But as I bent down to study one closer,
    I found something nestled between…
    There tucked beneath all the brambles,
    Were memories I’d long since forgotten,
    Pieces of proof that my lifetime,
    Wasn’t just made of things rotten…
    These flowers had slowly been growing,
    From the moment that I was born,
    But they’d almost lost sight of the sunlight,
    When I’d only remembered the thorns…
    And as I stumbled back onto the highway,
    I knew there was much more to learn,
    But in a world that is fearful of failing,
    I was glad that I made a wrong turn.
    -e.h.


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  • Past UserPast User Posts: 1,998 Extreme Poster
    i love this one!

    What is a metaphor?

    They say a metaphor is a figure of speech,
    We say one thing but it is another we preach.
    We hide behind a simple saying trying not unleash,
    The truth we have pushed so far out of reach.

    Why does the pot call the kettle black,
    When it is we who are taken aback, 
    If one speaks in a matter of fact,
    Or shows feelings outside of societies contract?

    Is my head really in the clouds, 
    Or is it ambition I am not allowed? 
    For I dream of a world outside these bounds,
    Where we are not prayed on by mental hounds.

    But what if I'm the candle burning at both ends,
    Or the next one to call it a day?
    It scares me that I know the ropes,
    But it's the things larger than life that help me cope.

    If tomorrow it rains cats and dogs,
    I trust my vision and this will not fog.
    I will be determined for that's my job,
    And from strength to strength my heart will throb.

    But these metaphors are just metaphors,
    Although there may be deeper meanings at the cores,
    And so I ponder each day here-forth, 
    What is MY metaphor?
    AidanZen
  • ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️ Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
    27/11/20



    Proximity 
    We joined the dots
    from A to B,
    the line we drew
    from you to me,
    traced empty shores
    across the sea,
    over mountain top,
    past forest tree,
    along the roads
    and walking tracks,
    all bridges burned,
    no looking back,
    for the love
    we have,
    no gate can stop,
    no barking dog
    or bolted lock,
    for what is real
    is meant to be,
    when two hearts
    beat-
    in proximity. - Michael Faudet

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  • Past UserPast User Posts: 1,998 Extreme Poster
    My fellow lactose intolerant folk, look away... ⚠️CHEESE ALERT ⚠️  :lol:

     This one makes me super happy. Zen is unleashing her inner Erin Hanson and wrote me a wee somethin' somethin' whilst watching Toy Story 2 :smiley: made me cheesy grin :smiley: 



    You've Got A Friend In Me


    When you've got troubles, 

    Let me share them with you. 

    For you'll never see Buzz, 

    Without a Woody too. 


    When you feel lonely, 

    Look upon your shoe,

    'ANDY' brought us together 

    But to stay we choose.


    So when you're falling 

    And you don't know what to do,

    Remember you're not alone, 

    And like Lenny, let me watch the view.


    It took an adventure to find Bullseye,

    But in this journey it is our crew,

    That without Jessie,

    Would not have grew.


    Life throws challenges at us 

    But this is nothing new,

    So stomp through like Rex 

    And problems I see being very few. 


    Woody and Buzz are forever,

    And in case you never knew,

    To infinity and beyond,

    It will always be us two

    ZenAidanLaine
  • LaineLaine Fruit loop Gone for gooPosts: 2,767 Account Deactivated
    I love some cheese despite my lactose intolerance! 😂

    Awesome poem Zen ❤️

    🌈Positive thoughts🌈

    "This is my family. I found it, all on my own.
    It's little, and Broken, but still good. Yeah. Still good." ~ Stitch

    "Lately, I've been struggling with all the simple things in my life" ~ Cian Ducrot

    "I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or I'm insecure" ~ Juice Wrld
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  • AidanAidan Clever idiot Posts: 3,029 Boards Guru
    2 bots who think they’re both Shakespeare ponder red roses 

     

    Roses are red. 
    At which hour I wore a younger mans robes. 
    Violets art blue. 
    Sugar is sweet. But who's not? Thee. 
    Am a gentleman so um um I wanna ask that gent to be or not to be my valentine. 
    Oft forsooth like art thou mortal. 
    And practicing draweth breath and I should just buyeth martial art manuals. 
    'Tis not that late yet. I would wish to speak with thee still. 
    I shall concur thereunto. I am my most humble apology for my mortal errors. I do beseech you be forgiven? 
    Fear is and what keepeth 'em hence hatred is what keepeth 'em hence. 
    Or is the fear of death keeping us from living life to its fullest? 
    It is shameful. 


    I got 2 of these talking to each other https://www.williambot.com/en/ LOL

    but idk tho
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  • Past UserPast User Posts: 1,998 Extreme Poster
    Proper made me chuckle that @Aidan :lol:
  • ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️ Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
    28/11/20


    The Healing Flowers of Love - Alexandra Vasiliu
    Don't cry too much. 
    Tuen heartbreak into kindness. 
    Search for healing words 
    And plant them
    Into your wounds, 
    One day, 
    You will have 
    A garden of love. 


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  • Past UserPast User Posts: 1,998 Extreme Poster
    edited November 2020
    From the poetry pharmacy book again :tongue:

    Nobody (Michael Laskey)
    If you can't bring yourself to build
    a snowman or even to clench
    a snowball or two to fling
    at the pine tree trunk, at least
    find some reason to take you out

    of yourself: scrape a patch of grass clear
    for the birds maybe; prod at your shrubs
    so they shake off the weight, straighten up;
    or just stump about leaving prints
    of your boots, your breath steaming out

    Promise. Don't let yourself in
    for this moment again: the end
    of the afternoon, drawing the curtains
    on the glare of the garden, a whole
    day of snow nobody's trodden.

    Popped the description of the poem in a spoiler incase you're interested :smiley:

    Many of us know the feeling of having sabotaged ourselves through inaction, whether for an hour, a day, a week or even longer. Those of us who have struggled with depression recognise it particularly well : there is a breed of self spiting apathy which can take hold of us and prevent us from even wanting to be happy. Often the things that will make us feel better- getting dressed, getting out into nature, taking joy in the small pleasures of life - are exactly the things we deny ourselves when we are at our lowest points. It's almost as if we are punishing ourselves for being sad. However reluctantly, it is hugely important at these times that we seek out some simple, joyful activities - and there are very few pleasures so pure as leaving the first footprints in an expanse of untrodden snow. It's almost impossible to resist, when you get the chance. This is what makes the image at the end of Michael Laskey's poem 'Nobody' so affecting: there is such poignant regret, such self - recrimination, as the poet closes those curtains. He has somehow let himself down. He has failed to appreciate the world as he should have done; and as he accepts his mistakes, he swears he will never let it happen again. If you don't do it, if you don't get out there and make an effort to have fun and to appreciate life, then you'll end the day feeling even worse for your lack of willpower. Remember : every moment is an opportunity to make change. Give yourself permission to be happy, to be enthusiastic and undignified and carefree. If you pass up the chance, you'll never know what you've missed.
    Aidan
  • AidanAidan Clever idiot Posts: 3,029 Boards Guru
    edited November 2020
    2 bots don't know what love is (or maybe they do?)

    What is love?
    I don't know.
    Me neither.
    So what do you want to do?
    Play truth or dare?
    No that's boring.
    Okay, so what shall we do?
    Something else.
    I dare you to eat a leaf.
    Ok.
    but idk tho
  • ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️ Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
    29/11/20
    Pin by Tina Wagenhauser on Poetry  Words Pretty words Poems


    Leave your worries by the shore line, 
    And run your bare feet through the sand, 
    Let the water be a soft bed, 
    When you cannot bear to stand, 
    Make friends with flying seagulls, 
    And hold the sun up on your palm, 
    Before you duck beneath the water, 
    Where the world is mute and calm, 
    Tell the fish all of your problems, 
    As they all come swimming past, 
    When your lungs are close to bursting, 
    Swim above the waves and gasp, 
    Let the water hold your sadness, 
    And wash it right out to the sea, 
    So like a message in a bottle, 
    All your worries are set free, 
    And the sea might make you feel alone, 
    But the world has troubles too, 
    For how else do you suppose, 
    That the ocean got so blue?
    - e.h 


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  • Past UserPast User Posts: 1,998 Extreme Poster
    One from Jennae Cecelia‘s book. 

    “Don’t forget to be thankful
    for another day
    where you wake up
    with the sun,”
    they say.
    But it is okay not to be okay.
    Lay low and take it slow.
    Having a bad day
    doesn’t make you ungrateful.
    Past UserAidan
  • ZenZen Living the Zen life 🧘🏼‍♀️ Posts: 1,993 Extreme Poster
    edited December 2020
    1/12/20
    The First Free Women Poems of the Early Buddhist Nuns  Buddhism

    Dantika - The Elephant
    While walking along the river
    after a long day meditation on Vulture Peak,
    I watch an elephant splashing its way
    out of the water and up the bank. 
    Hello, my friend, a man waiting there said, 
    scratching the elephant behind its ear. 
    Did you have a good bath? 

    The elephant stretched out its leg, 
    the man climbed up,
    and the two rode off like that - 
    together.
    Seeing what had once been so wild 
    now a friend and companion to this
    good man, 
    I took a seat under the nearest tree
    and reached out a gentle hand 
    to my own mind.
    Truly, I thought, this is why 
    I came to the woods.


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    Laughter is infectious- Walterrean Salley

    Laughter is infectious:

    It’s a joyful sound 

    That, once it starts ringing,

    Passes all around. 


    Laughter is infectious: 

    Some folks have no clue,

    As to what another’s laughter 


    Could undo to you.


    Laughter is infectious: 

    You can get it on a whim,

    But chances of it harming 

    Are very - very slim. 


    Walterrean Salley

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    I love that @SpaceOtter <3
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    Thanks @Eleanor it never fails to make me smile. It reminds me of group chat a lot. 

    Also I really love this thread, I like reading the different poems before I go to sleep. It really helps me a lot.  <3
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    Matter (Erin Hanson)
    You may not believe in magic,
    But don't you think it strange,
    The amount of matter in our universe,
    Has never slightly changed,
    That all which makes your body,
    Was once part of something more,
    And every breath you ever breathe,
    Has seen it all before.
    There are countless scores of beauty,
    In all the things that you despise,
    It could once have been a shooting star,
    That now make up your thighs,
    And atoms of forgotten life,
    Who've long since ceased to roam,
    May now have the great honour,
    To call your crooked smile their home,
    You may not believe in magic,
    But I thought that you should know
    The makings of your heart were born,
    Fourteen billion years ago,
    So next time you feel lonely,
    When this world makes you feel small,
    Just remember that it's part of you,
    And you're part of it all.

    Just a wee pic of the poem in the book :)

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