Haiku: your pet peeve and other musings about Buddhism

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A good haiku “cuts
somewhere in its middle part:
the end, then, sounds new

like an apple pie
on the counter, upside-down,
(at least ants love it!)

like a lotus bloom
with petals encircling,
inside, a fruit-loop,

or like a blue robe,
back ajar, revealing all,
a hospital gown,

the cut of the verse
folds the thought upon itself,
ending with a start,

not where you began,
not who you were when starting,
but always at home.


Being lay acting
renunciate without planned
supports is so hard.

Yet this may be all
the advice offered. It’s not
the Buddha’s design.

May all be happy
peaceful free. Harmless in all.
Buddha’s middle Path!


Please my Lord Buddha
Save me from sutta-thumpers
And point-scoring types.


The water current,
the gold atop the river,
it went up, up, up.


Let me tell you why
You’re wrong, I’m right, let’s not fight
(Smirky Buddha smile)


I’m right. You are wrong.
Reversing our positions:
there’s no need to fight.


I’m right, You are wrong.
My pet peeve still eludes me
Five arfs and a wuff!


Each Sutta I read
Many interpretations!
Slowly Wisdom Comes


We will enter and
remain in the pure, ulti-
mate, supreme empti…



…ness of observing
Masticating silently
Our daily diet.


Smiles. Her new career:
“I shall teach meditation.”
Her second sitting.

Commodification of Buddhism: a threat to its real value

All to male Sangha
Women give work food funds faith,
Shrugging off the nuns

Even future nuns
Give to male monks! Then wonder
Why the nuns so poor


I think that classically a Haiku includes a hint about the place and time (of day or of year) when it’s happening. It’s a lot to ask of a short poem but that helps to make it evocative. Probably a person or protagonist too.

Summer’s heat outside
Internet traffic inside
How was this refuge?


Support Bhikkhunis?
If we don’t provide support
How Ayya Khema?


Oh, yeah.

I just wanted an excuse for a bunch of joke haikus :upside_down_face:

Summertime, and the
living is easy. Fish jump
and cotton grows high.

Your daddy is rich
and your mother’s good-looking.
Hush, baby, don’t cry.

One of these mornings
you’re gonna rise up singing
and take to the sky.

Until that morning
not a nothing can harm you.
Hush, baby, don’t cry.


Words hard as winter,
Promises, false; she exhorts:
“Rise above it, monk.”


A nun told me by private message that she very much relates to this one these days; I was sorry to hear it.


at beginning, middle, end.
This EightFold Path!

Let’s be contented,
generous, compassionate,
even to the “Noobs”.

Let’s be harmless, kind,
as we follow our Teacher
cuz we’re all still here!

(:laughing:). Also, a “Noob” is a 20th-21st century gaming or social media term for a new, awkward participant.


Beginner’s Mind:

Noob a Boon.

MN70:15.3: This person is called freed both ways.


Such pleasure arises
On hearing compassion to
Noobs recommended.