Poems for Peace

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Permalink Reply by David Gould on September 2, 2008 at 2:09am

Words

If words alone were a comfort,
they would have come rounded,
soft, caressing tight packed
ready to hug, fluffy and downy.

Instead they come along a line,
on a page or carved on stones,
or spat out from angry mouths
the drunken curse or scolding.

If words alone were a comfort
I could rest my poor weary head
upon a safe soft dictionary
and let the world spin ever on.

But words in newsprint shock,
the unsuspecting text or letter
gives us bad news from afar
bereavement or money owing.

Words alone can’t be a comfort,
nor have any healing touch
unless touched by a feeling heart
and given as an act of love.

Permalink Reply by David Gould on September 4, 2008 at 1:49am

Be The Change

Dear Mr Gandhi, did you really say
that we have to become the change
that we want within the world?

Dear Mr Gandhi, your saying is so hard.
Can I really do it, this monumental thing:
and change the entire world?

Dear Mr Gandhi, what is it you ask;
for me to leave my comfort behind
and walk the dry dusty roads?

Dear Mr Gandhi, do you really mean,
my insignificant voice can be heard
and force the world to change?

Dear Mr Gandhi, I wish I had courage,
for then this task that lies ahead,
wouldn’t frighten me so.

Then Dear Mr Gandhi turned and smiled,
“Is this little task so hard…
You won’t be alone.”

By David Gould © 3rd September 2008

Permalink Reply by David Gould on September 4, 2008 at 1:50am

The Peace Within

This argument within me,
the one only I can hear
is really stopping peace
from coming to this world.
This heated inner debate
with all the pros and cons
erupts as distant thunder
upsetting the balanced self.

I have to still the voices
those that only I can hear,
and relearn my breathing
to silence this discontent.
Focus on a point of light
clear all my other thoughts,
see the flower opening
to light the perfect world.

Only when this inner still
descends upon my soul
can I hear the world weep
for all its children’s pain.
Only then can I hear you
Just what it is you say.
Your sadness can move
that innermost core of me.

Now I can hear you plainly
and feel each bitter blow,
that you in silence endure
for all your pain is mine.
Just a little while my friend,
endurance will sow its seed,
the peace movement is here
growing stronger by the day.

By David Gould © 3rd September 2008

Permalink Reply by Stromek/LittleTree on September 6, 2008 at 7:52pm

WHEN WILL WE LEARN PEACE?

We will learn when we are all reborn as Buddhas.
We will learn when we are all one with Jesus.
We will learn when we all sit at the hand of Mohammad/
We will learn when we are in the presence of Jehovah.

We will learn when we know, for certain, that there IS no
"OTHER" -- that there ARE no boundaries -- that we
are looking at things the wrong way -- "through a glass darkly".

We will learn when no one makes money from armaments.
We will learn when no one indoctrinates soldiers to hate.
We will learn when self-appointed religious leaders change
their teachings to support killing.

We will learn when we develop patience.
We will learn when we develop love.
We will learn when we set aside fear.

Teach me to pray for my brothers and sisters who follow Mohammed --
because it is out of my ignorance that I fear them.
Teach me to wish them Peace and happiness,
surcease of suffering, and joy,
prosperity,
and water.


Stromek copyright September 2008

Permalink Reply by David Gould on September 11, 2008 at 2:22am

I Used To Be Proud of my Country

I use to be proud to be British
I thought its cause was just
but now I not so sure of that
I’ve been made to think again

I used to be proud to be British
I thought its justice was fair
but now I’ve seen the other side
I see things differently now

I used to be proud to be British
Its Union flag flew up high
but now we been made part of
dark deeds that shouldn’t be

I used to be proud to be British
and held my head up high
but that was before our wars
and these secret torture camps

I used to be proud to be British
but now I hang my head
we lock up innocent people
before deporting them for death.

I am no longer proud of my country
its name now means shame
we are worse that many others
because we should know better.

David © 9th September 2008

Permalink Reply by David Gould on October 17, 2008 at 2:51am

The Lord of Colour

All along the coastal walk
I see sea shells of many hues
and in the meadows wild with flowers
I see colour, vibrant and alive
created by the Lord of Colour

I rejoice to see his many shades
with flaming skies turning blue
nature painted in varied echoes
of an artist’s excitable pallet
created by our Lord of Colour

See the rocks of ancient earth
each mirrored crystal reflecting
myriad mineral of differing salt
multi-layered colours displaying
the gems of the Lord of Colour

High about soars the eagle wing
surveying his vast flying kingdom
while below feather, skin and fur
show the range of living spectrum
exercised by the Lord of Colour

Come examine the tiny dewdrop
where ever changing light plays
with rainbows of pure delight
on multi coloured hillsides of trees
playfully by the Lord of Colour

David © 13th October 2008

Permalink Reply by David Gould on October 25, 2008 at 3:00am

Mother Earth

She was born of light
A flash of initial energy
A child of light
Wandered till found
A circle round a sun

She was made of light
Our Mother; the earth
Many aeons ago.
But her light shines
For other eyes than ours.

If you stand still,
No! Very very still,
You feel her breath
Inhale…exhale
Find her pulse points
Feel her pulse she lives
Alive, our mother the earth.

See her pain, feel it
Abused, spoiled, exploited,
Raped, plundered robbed
She is in ruins
Hardly breathing
Crawling to an end.

Fools! Our mother lives
She can recover
Rejuvenate and rebuild.
She will enter a cycle
And slowly be reborn.
She will kill off life
To start again
She’s done it all before!

She was born of light,
Light is her energy
And when her course is run
To the light she will return.

David Gould
21st April 2006

Permalink Reply by Ada Aharoni on October 26, 2008 at 12:32am

David, thoughtful poem. However, just now it is us that are killing the earth and not
the earth that is killing us. We have to stop suffocationg her!

You did not answer my question yet, would you like to read your beautiful
poetry at the Poetry Marathon in the PEACE CULTURE CONFERENCE
in Haifa in March? We would be delighted if you would participate.

Love,
Ada Aharoni
PCC CHAIR
www.iflac.com/ada

Permalink Reply by Michael Calkins(aka)LonelySoul on December 16, 2008 at 4:41pm

I push for Peace in all that I do,
we need a truce between me and you,
we need to get humble,or our world will crumble,
For Peace I speak out,to leave you no doubt,
I've seen the crashes and I've seen them Rumble,
don't sit on your asses or sit and mumble,
ashes to ashes if we just watch it crumble...
I push for Peace in all that I do,
we're going to Hell in a Handbasket,
the world me and you,
In a world full of greed,in a world full of need,
we need to find peace,it's Red We All Bleed,
Conflict and War should be a Thing of the Past,
PLEASE,find a solution for A True Peace to Last...
So I speak up for Peace,for the World, Me and You,
I speak up for peace in everything I do,
Because I Love my LIFE,Humanity,I love even You,
I write a poem,or a song for a dance,
anything I can,Just Give Peace a Chance,
While our world is turning,more than Passion is burning,
and something to think of...we kill of everything that we love,
it's awfully harming with global warming,
Yes,melting the polar ice,
Be Cheerfully Charming,even Heart Warming,
Yes,I think Peace'd be nice...

LonelySoul

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