Peace Poetry

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Comment by Robert on August 6, 2009 at 12:28am

An hour from LA
I can smell the desperation from here

Not much reality left
Just an ever-widening slurry of lies

For so many years
They have been our dirty Jewel, our fantasy

More than ever now
We look to them for a glimpse of a bright future

We are given few kind morsels of peace
in a sea of fear and violence

RC 8/5/09

Comment by Clicia Pavan on August 2, 2009 at 3:43am

A new poem Clicia Pavan
The world is tired of wars
And the human misery that comes after the war
The world needs heroes
heroes who speak the language of the people
simpler, more human, which has
the brightness of the gaze of love, the eyes of Jesus
And the words in the mouths of non-violence of Gandhi
who has the humility of Francis of Assisi
The world does not want just dreaming
But achieving the dream
A dream that in the chain of peace
When the hand of the old joins the hands of the new
In a world more just,more equal
The world asks the man, peace, love
Stop the violence in war
more Work, more love, less political
speeches and promises
More action, employment and dignity
A new poem that speaks of love ---
Love redeemed by the tears spilled
of eyes of the poet
-----------------------
Un nuevo poema
Clicia Pavan
El mundo está cansado de las guerras
Y la miseria humana que viene después de la guerra
El mundo necesita héroes
héroes que hablan la lengua del pueblo
más simple, más humana, que ha
el brillo de la mirada de amor, los ojos de Jesús
Y las palabras en la boca de la no-violencia de Gandhi
que tenga la humildad de Francisco de Asís
El mundo no quiere sólo soñar
Pero para lograr el sueño
Un sueño que, en la cadena de la paz
Cuando la mano de la vieja
se une a las manos de la nueva
En un mundo más justo, más equitativo
El mundo pide el hombre, la paz, el amor
Detener la violencia en la guerra
más trabajo, más amor
menos discursos políticos y promesas
Más acción, el empleo y la dignidad
Un nuevo poema que habla de amor ---
Redimido por el amor derramado lágrimas
de los ojos del poeta

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 28, 2009 at 7:47pm

AN EXORCISM

This is an exorcism.
And it is said
for the angry and anguished dead
who are not departed.

This is an exorcism.
And it is said
over the barracks and ashen plots
of Auschwitz.

This is an exorcism.
And it is said
over the powdered bones
and the melted organs
of Hiroshima.

This is an exorcism.
And it is said
behind the choking voice
of common dignity
and before
the smoking battlefronts
of the inhuman heart.

These are words to release
ghettos of ghosts
from the silence
of endless torments. From
life’s madness.

These are words
to release
and to protect us
from the silence
of crimes committed
in the names of our sons
and our fathers.

This is an exorcism.
It must be said
every place
a hand has clutched
and every place
a tooth has bitten.

To be repeated, year after year,
between
the holy graveyards of heaven
and the killing fields on earth.

This is an exorcism.
And it is said for them
and for us.
For those who have fallen
under the heavy scythe of war.
And for those who await
the season of slaughter

from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 23, 2009 at 7:32pm

GATHERING OF SHARDS

Compassion is the root and common thread. Compassion abides in the soul, as soul’s most natural offspring. It works through the heart and enters the world without doctrine or dogma. Compassion suffers for otherness, from that which one did not do. And compassion rejoices with the joy of that which is shared by all.

The differences of religions arise when compassion is broken apart, like a mirror dashed in a fit of anger. But the way of compassion is wholeness. And the cause of compassion is unity.

We need not abandon the differences, for they smell of human journeys and the gardens of many imaginations. But we must always remember compassion and the invitation to the banquet of reunion. For the “religious” purpose of compassion is to gather the shards of darkened glass and render them harmless.

Some might call this a miracle, other enlightenment. I am a humble person and I call it only Eden, the place of the Tree of Life.

David Sparenberg
22 July 2009

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 14, 2009 at 7:57am

NATIVE SENSES

The expression
of the beautiful genius
opens like a wordless
rose
and clothes us
in the fumes
of paradise.
Somehow
when we are
listening to the wings
of crows and the
tender melodies
of elfin butterflies
we feel embraced
by the breath
of angels.
Beating
so softly, so
delicate-sweet that
velvet on a virgin’s
skin
might touch us
with an offering.
Though
we are there, out
in that other place
the familiar cup
of a summer’s rose
rises
from this ground
to kiss us
with the miracle
of its pouring passions.
And
we are downed
supine
into the common
haunting symbolum
of earth’s
dense mystery.
Though
not a single
word has swollen
to the lips
like a cherry
freshly swollen,
but the heavy
buzzing
of a working bee
lost
in the ecstasies
of pollen.
And
we are spellbound
and complete.
Like fruit.
Like garden.

David Sparenberg

Comment by Raven Cohan on July 8, 2009 at 10:10pm

REVISION of Poem: entitled
"A Poem for Peace Inside Even when the Outside is Transforming..."

"Crinkles" that cropped up
In their crappy way with
Their crepey demeanor...
Needn't make me feel meaner
Or uglier, older or dull.

In my husband's eyes
(and he is very wise),
I’ m mature. He's sure
I'm headed for Paradise.

The Way/ God's intending,
If my body is descending,
My spirit is pending
To surely be ascending...

Part of my life
I was too fat.
And other parts
Of ME were flat.

Now mature and thin
AT LAST with BREASTS! I win.
Yet I admit
With one wry grin....
All of my Yin
Are caving in...

The inner thighs,
The inner arms,
Between the breasts
And other charms...

Somehow I've changed
Beyond age sixty...
Old Mother Nature!
How she tricks me!!!!

Yet, for me hair dye is OUT...

Sometimes it feels good to SHOUT!
Throw ideas of botox away...
Lift my spirit and not my 'booday'....

In actuality
I rely on Alchemy
To transform what I see
Toward a new REALITY.

And now proven, is that BELIEF
Can supply me with relief.
If I think young, gone is grief!
I'm a new shoot. A new leaf.

Comment by Raven Cohan on July 8, 2009 at 9:40pm

My Bugs DE-Bugged
By Raven Cohan


Tomorrow.

There will be no more fast food restaurants.

No trans-fats
No Slim Jims

Next Week...( no loss to toss)

Acid rock,
Rock around the CLOCK!!!!
and especially rock as MUZAK in elevators...

After that...

Goodbye to politicians slinging mud
And other crud
And in one swift swing
We’ll fling away all their WARS.

Greed will take a powder
Perfumes will no longer stink up fresh air.
Cars and airplanes won’t pollute,
Nor will guns shoot.

No longer will litter linger
People will pick it up
And that goes for pup poop.
Everyone will scoop.
And the exciting scoops on the front pages
Masquerading as news
Won’t leave me black & blue.

All these changes start tomorrow:

The end of poverty, devastation and sorrow!

Do I have to wait for tomorrow?

Comment by Raven Cohan on July 6, 2009 at 7:54pm

Happiness is a Shmatteh...
(Yiddish for Rag,)
It won't be a drag
If your wardrobe is shmattehs
When you feel blessed by life.

An outward appearance
Covered in mud
Awaits the soap and water
Of daily attention.
Some don't own soap
And the water supply is low.
From there, where can someone go?
Back to Blessing Life,
No matter how tough the strife.

Look inward and feel bliss,
Stilling mind just enough.
Practice this and don't miss
The point.
You will awaken and
SELF you'll anoint.
On your path,
Not struggling
But taking sweet time
To evolve past the frenzy
Of pushing ahead...
Instead
You will see the light.
Staying with the second,
No thoughts of tomorrow,
Occurrences bright
Beacons of NOW.
That's who YOU ARE...
Repeat:
I AM,
I AM,
I AM,
Over and over...
Attract to yourself
The sweetness of Clover.
If there is nothing else to eat...
Then EAT THE CLOVER...

Comment by Raven Cohan on July 5, 2009 at 11:13pm

Looking at the clean and the pure everyday...
What a way for creators to play...
Looking to the light, even in darkness...
Where it shine's bright is the elevator
That takes us to the stars.
Becoming a friend to energy invisible as well as
Dense.
Putting up no fence against senseless violence.
Just staying with the light,
The pureness we know can right
Us when we feel twisted.
When the ship has listed,
Join with enough bodies to
Run to the other side...
Balance out energy.
We won't sink
Into the brink
If we smell sweet aromas.
Quickly pass through the stink....

This for me, is the remedy...
To challenge all in humanity
To cut the chatter about what is wrong.
Sing the song of beauty!
Do your Duty.
While other's complain and point
To the troublemakers
Be the movers and shakers
Show the Brightest, Lightest...
Do it right away.
Each time the masses complain...
Don't chime in with gongs that only play
Cacaphonious songs...
Listen to sweetness and
Contribute YOURS.... NOW!

Comment by Elisabetta Errani Emaldi on July 5, 2009 at 4:46pm

Rainbows of love and peace

From the infinity of the Universe
rainbows of love and peace arrive to us,
invisible wires
of the Divine creative energy.

From The Planet Earth,
balls of destructive human energy
are expanding into the Universe,
created by ignorance which flares
wars, crimes, hatred, and evil.

We are small creators!!!
The thought is energy that creates!!!
Our uncontrolled minds are polluted
from the dark energy of evil.

The thought is invisible energy that transmit
our aggressive inner world to the collectivity.
We are the good and evil in the world!!!

Our imbalance leads to our destruction
and our planet one.
We are the architects of our destiny,
unaware of having created our universe
of suffering and disease.

We can control our minds,
heal our ills and cover the whole planet
with love and peace.

A collective and balanced
thought will throw millions of rainbows on earth and
in the universe, illuminating the darkness.

We are divine collaborators, we must abandon
ignorance, stupidity, drugs, vices and become
responsible creators of love and peace,
worthy of being God’s children.

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