A Poem

Was in the middle of writing another chess poem but it's not going well so...


A threat now faces this once great forum,
Vishvahetu is here to destroy decorum.
Mass Vedic conversion, that be his yearning,
He'll direct his scorn to men* of learning............(*and women!)

The keeper of truth, his impetuous boast,
He insults the atheists whom he hates the most.
After this, those of Christian belief
Are from his fury granted little relief.

To careful posts, direct or subtle
a deluge of sulphur is his only rebuttal.
It surprises me still, he has some friends left,
This hater of reason, academically bereft.

Originally posted by Agerg
Was in the middle of writing another chess poem but it's not going well so...


A threat now faces this once great forum,
Vishvahetu is here to destroy decorum.
Mass Vedic conversion, that be his yearning,
He'll direct his scorn to men* of learning............(*and women!)

The keeper of truth, his impetuous boast,
He insults the atheists whom ...[text shortened]...
It surprises me still, he has some friends left,
This hater of reason, academically bereft.

a master piece to be sure Agers,

here is my poem

think of one
sucks his thumb
when he does not get his way
he feigns interest in belief
asserting that its reason
but its nothing more than a waste
for hes full of treason

RajK hates us so
why i do not know
a lazy bum and prophet false
a dunce and vagabond
its with such endearing terms
to term us he is fond



i am sure you appreciate the minimalist quality

I want this person,
I don't want that person,
I want this to happen,
I don't want that to happen.

The Middle Way calls
to neither want nor not want.
Where no limits are set,
no boundaries, no distinctions at all,
where no 'thing' is able to be grasped,
and no 'thing' is an obstacle to anything.
where the All Perfect is made more perfect by imperfections.

"Oh, the annoying imperfections of dear Vishvahetu the Voluble."

Practice, practice.
says I, most imperfect.

I fear I do not see his good light,
for the fog of that combative certainty.

Certainty is the reassurance of the anxious.
Fear not, all is complete, even before you speak a word.

The greatest freedom is to step right into
our doubts and our so established truths
and know them as Emptiness too.
Then everything strangely becomes Full.

Originally posted by Taoman
I want this person,
I don't want that person,
I want this to happen,
I don't want that to happen.

The Middle Way calls
to neither want nor not want.
Where no limits are set,
no boundaries, no distinctions at all,
where no 'thing' is able to be grasped,
and no 'thing' is an obstacle to anything.
where the All Perfect is made more perfect by i ...[text shortened]... lished truths
and know them as Emptiness too.
Then everything strangely becomes Full.

its beautiful!

Thanks Robbie.