New Poems by Sangharakshita

This section contains recent (1999-2002) poems, not
previously published in any media.

 
 

Epigrams

Crows, in their collective spite,
Will peck to death a crow that's white.
We humans show as little sense
When forced to deal with difference.

1.9.199

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The world continues on its cazy course;
Where love is needed, they resort to force.

29.01.2003

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We realize that war has snags
When men come home in body bags.

26.05.2001

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A cobra in a basket
Remains a cobra still,
Don't just suppress the kleshas;
With the sword of Wisdom, kill.

26.10.2002

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The Lure of Domesticity

Another youthful hero bites the dust,
By dreams deluded, and consumed with lust.

15.01.2002

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In vain we flee before the King of Death;
We feel upon our necks his icy breath.

29.1.2003