Peace Poetry

This is a place to put some of our own or another's (if you have their permission) poetic thoughts about Peace.

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I wrote this poem a year after my step daughter was killed in the London Bombings of 2005.

No Room for Hate.

There is no room within my heart
for revenge, fire or hate
there is no room within my mind
for any thoughts like these.

I cannot find the words to say
just how it is I feel
but I know from deepest hurt
I must forgiveness find.

The hurt that’s been done to us
cuts sore like a knife,
but we must not, repay in kind
what has been done to us.

Instead we must try and find
the way that is so hard,
and reach out our loving hands
to find some friendship now.

There can be no more healing thing
than opening wide our eyes
and seeing that most other folk
are really just like us.

David November 2006

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Comment by Sheri Fresonke Harper on October 19, 2010 at 11:58pm
The Chime of Peace

Hear O Israel
Hear O Palestine
The chime of Peace is Calling
Let its voice ring through the land
If you just step out of your body
and let God climb inside instead
You will see Israel and Palestine
as two faces of the same spinning coin
bringing the world to woe
Pain is only of the body
Anger rises through the veins
If you only step out of your body
and let God climb inside instead
you will find God has no problem
shaking hands of peace with himself
Hear O Palestine
Hear O Israel
Let Jerusalem have peace
give her children a place to play
give her hearts a place to worship
give her government two towers
and let God shake hands with himself
Hear O Israel
Hear O Palestine
Let the pain of your body release
as the spirit of God climbs inside
and the chime of peace will ring
like the laughter of children's joy
Hear O Palestine
Hear O Israel
the call of peace through the land.

Sheri Fresonke Harper
Comment by Raven Cohan on September 27, 2010 at 8:01pm
The Happy Meal is full of calories,
The Happy Feel is free of fat...
Take a look around and eat the stars, drink the moon
And soon, you will be happy.
Feel Happy because you want to.
Wait for no one, nothing to "MAKE ME HAPPY!"
As if they could wave a wand. Don't you want to wear
A happy gown?
It's a fashion statement and not made by any designer
Except the God within you who
Loves your wardrobe.
Loves your earlobe.
Loves your entire globe
You live and love on.
And when you are gone,
The One from which you come,
Will supply you with another body,
And you will go on choosing to be happy.
So you may as well be happy right now by
Asking to see the beauty in any ugliness that
You previously labeled as such.
Give your labels the Midas Touch...
Anything that displeases you,
Dip into the molten gold coating
That changes into dazzling...
That which you thought
To be unworthy of your own blessings.
Bless everything, now, this minute.
Bless this hour.
Bless this second in which you are setting out to
Transform Yourself from old fat saturated,
High calorie Blues Bearing.
Make the next words out of your mouth
A Happy Feel...
Turn your wheel.
What a great deal.
Let go of an unhappy frown.
It's a cliche, but I'll say it anyway...
Turn your frown up-side down.
Comment by Dave, aka Rhumour on September 27, 2010 at 7:29pm
Quite Stellar

Peace and goodwill is all around,
in fragments here and there,
it is still to be found,
can we learn to stitch those all together
use the fabric that we've made into one umbrella
that will shelter us all through stormy weather
and strengthen our ties, which would be quite stellar...

September 27th 2010
Comment by David Gould on August 29, 2010 at 2:30am
My Stand for Peace

If I really cared for peace
And stood for what I believe
Where would I have been
When the trains left for Auschwitz?

Where was I as Stalin purged
Or when his tyranny ruled
Where was I as the barriers
Like the Berlin Walls were built?

If I believed in peace
Would I stand with Rachel Corrie?
Or stop the oppression in Darfur
Or call a stop to Guantanamo?

So Where was I all this time?
So full of my peace imaginings
I will tell you where I was
I was here, trying not to see.

I looked away as the trains left
What was that to do with me?
I did not stand with dear Gaza
It was nothing to do with me.

I said nothing as they bombed Iraq
It was nothing to do with me
I did not see those orange overalls
They were nothing to do with me.

And all this time they murdered
And tortured, and bombed and shot
for my country, in my name,
as my brothers suffered and died.

So if I really cared for peace
Where would I stand today?

David Gould © 10th May 2010
Comment by David Gould on August 29, 2010 at 2:29am
War Anyone?

War leads to destruction of people
both inside and out
War leads to greed and not need
as arms dealers smile
war is an aberration of the species
as we kill ourselves.
And all because we want and want
what they have
their oil wells and hard minerals
so we fight
and destroy that wonderful jewel
the human spirit.

David © 17th August 2010
Comment by Raven Cohan on August 5, 2010 at 6:24pm
An Angel and Pegasus Side By Side
By Raven Cohan

A beautiful white winged woman
And a white horse,
He borrows her wings when he's driving.
He likes to drive because it doesn't
Hurt to put HER in the passenger seat.

And together as a team they can
Go off into the distance...
Remembering but Forgetting
That they are composed of
Particle and Wave.
They are Everything
They are Thankful.
They Surrender.
They grow their Compassion.
Comment by Raven Cohan on August 1, 2010 at 9:18pm
The TV Madness
By Raven Cohan

I own my fingers.
I own my brain.
Both tell me "On" or "Off,"
So I don't go insane.
I turn the TV on.
It works not in reverse...
I keep it off 99.9% of my life
Or accept its cursed curse.
The best of History Channel,
The best of PBS,
Tune in the pulse of Oprah
To see her varied mess...
Our society listens,
But personally, I discern.
It's up to ME and only ME
To learn what I need to learn...
And the rest?
Burn, baby, burn!

Love and Blessings in Tao, Raven

Comment by Gwen on April 16, 2010 at 2:33am

armies fleeing snakes
the volcano speaks
the earth shakes

men climb like mice
tanks explode
sliding in mud
clutching roots for life

fighting through darkness
thick jungle
falling trees
deafening thunder

sun dawning
a tiny clearing
1000 souls
enemy soldiers
suddenly together

my eyes meet
my enemy
in a flash

I see eternity
me, a soldier 1000 years before
me, my son killed at war
me, a Muslim
me, a Jew
me, a Yogi
me, you

your eyes shine love
we embrace
Earth is still

hunger lifts from famine
children heal
rivers flow in deserts
rainbows join our hearts
Comment by Raven Cohan on April 13, 2010 at 8:04pm
by Raven Cohan

In the cloud of your sweet perfume
You think you smell sexy.
You always WERE sexy
And you always will be...
Without the help of perfumes
Made of chemicals foreign
To your cells who beg you
To let them remain free!
Free from scents and dyes:
Free from insecurities
IMPOSED by an ad writer
Who tells you how to think
And tells you how to feel...
Tells you what to eat and drink
That really isn't FOOD
And really isn't Good
For any human being!
By those who compromise
Beyond these hungry guys
Inventing crazy lies
To make you buy their buys?
Comment by Raven Cohan on April 13, 2010 at 7:51pm
My grandmother's family, (but for her and her dad)
Never made it to America,
But although this is so sad...
I stand here at 63...
I never bore a child,
Nor did my older brother...
Is it something deep inside
That kept us from committing
A new soul to the earth?
Was fear our children might be taken
Why we each avoided birth
Of our own?
Did unconsciously and unknown
To our reason did we fear
Another holocaust?
Perhaps we can never know.
I'm sure we can never know.
The studies that I take in
Teach me to notthink so!
Yet on a day that hales those passed
At least 64 years ago...
Due to hatred and fear mongering
Which still continues to grow
Amongst people on our planet,
Usually brought out through greed,
It's so important for us all
To look at the cause
To understand the deed
And find a way to pluck the weed
That can turn people of any creed
Into mongers of hate!

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