Peace Poetry

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Comment by David Sparenberg on December 22, 2009 at 3:12am

MERRY CHRISTMAS


From the Celts we have the ancient tradition of “I am” poetry. These poems were never intended as mere ego inflations, but more of establishing identity-connections, of relationships. In line with this tradition, today I have written:

THE WIND OF ANDREA BOCELLI

I am as sweet as the wind of Andrea Bocelli
I am as deep as the bottomless miracle of Shakespeare
as solid with sublime beauty as stones of Michelangelo
as full as the Tao of Beethoven with power to wed
the symphonic stars of heaven with choral trees of earth

I am as small as the mustard seed of Jesus
a parable containing the complexity of Bach
as humble as the bird-prayers of Saint Francis
as holy as the dancing laughter of wise and wandering Baal Shem Tov
I am as righteous with visions as prophets Isaiah, Black Elk and Einstein
as big with mandala-dreaming as Blake and Jung

I am animal, angel and human
and I am as sweet
as the wind
of Andrea Bocelli.

David Sparenberg 21 December 2009

Now make an “I am” poem of your own and celebrate the creative accomplishments of our shared humanity!

Comment by DonnaChristine Park on December 1, 2009 at 6:26pm

A Thought to Ponder:

"CHOOSE" PEACE Today
No simple feat
You may have once believed
"CHOOSE" PEACE Today
With intention stong
And PEACE will be achieved
"CHOOSE" PEACE Today
A single prayer
A personal "CHOICE" so sweet
"CHOOSE" PEACE Today
A heart at ease
This puzzle is now complete
"CHOOSE":PEACE Today'
STEP FORward now
Take a STEP to respond
"CHOOSE" PEACE Today
Welcome ALL
To join You in this measure
"CHOOSE" PEACE Today
And realize
True PEACE is Your special treasure.

"A Whisper of Angels"/2009
WHISPERS for WAMMS

Comment by Russell Seager on December 1, 2009 at 2:35pm

How i prey for the world to live as one
like the moon and the sun.
No more fighting in the middle east or wars abon the streets.

I prey for the angels to come and save us
for them to spread there wings and help us.
no more hurricans and no more floods
this i prey oh heavenly above.

The sea so carm in its beutie
the wind that blows so softly amongst the trees.

do the trees fight
do the stars in the sky fight
do the sun and moon fight.

For they live in peace
so why can't we
for we all hold the key to are future destiny.
so heavenly father above
let your light shine like a heavenly dove.
the dove of peace and hope.
let the wave of your love
shine from above and protect us all
for what is to come.
peace be with you always till the begining of the end.
in paradise we shall sing
and swim in the oceon amongst the stars.

written by Russell Seager

Comment by Raven Cohan on November 12, 2009 at 8:52pm

THIS POEM IS FOR A BLINK IN TIME
By Raven...

History doesn't matter.
Matter certainly waves,
Particles are only a part of all the confusion.
Our challenge is to know it is all a
Big Lesson.
Some people die within the telling of this STORY
That is more Fiction than Fact.
We get caught up in the act
Of believing someone died,
Or someone tried,
Or someone else hardly tried,
And the next thing we know
Our souls collide
And we call it a battle.
We call it WAR...
And mostly men go out to fight it
When they could stay home
Minding the store...
But what is in store for us when
We keep buying and buying into
Material UPS and DOWNS...
The sound bites bite us in the rear
And we fear everything we hear
IS REALLY TRUE...
NOW the GIFT is to keep from
Getting blue and being all sad about it.
When if you train yourself to do so,
All this that is happening in the
Eternal NOW can be
Turned into WOW!
And you need to ask HOW!
Being Wowed by everything
Instead of being shocked
Can be our solution...
An answer that will rock
YOU.... the soul who knows You
Are more than YOU.
Being astounded by the beauty
of ugliness
Can be our, (each individual's)
SUCCESS.
It's not what is in or isn't in the bank.
It's not the ammunition in your tank
If you have a spirit that you feel has Sunk
And it stinks... Don't blame the skunk.
Look in the mirror and get drunk
On the beauty that is
All these endless lessons.
Reactions will lessen
And you'll come back
To THIS moment and
NOT HISTORY...
And enjoy the continuing Mystery.

Comment by Krow on November 9, 2009 at 8:00pm

It’s like a thousand, thousand radio stations to choose from, and they’re all just illusion, part of the delusion, that causes confusion, about what’s real.
Here’s the deal.
Layers of reality, each with their unique quality, steeped in the banality of entrenched belief.
Change channels for relief, but they all still affect you, and disconnect you, some try to correct you, disinfect you, while they claim to protect you, they just want to collect you to hold their place, in the human race towards dominance, holding prominence, and position...
Time for a transition.
Some say Christ is their savior, but their behavior is another story. All blood and gory for the Heathen, who happen to believe in, another way. No one’s allowed to say anything contrary to THE BOOK!, but have a look at who wrote it, all sugar coated with white-wash history, Masonic mystery , or Columbian Knights, the back stabbing fights just go on. From taking the throne, dogs fight for the bone, with corporate control, world orders the goal, to take planet Earth, for all she’s worth.
Mohammed taught true, but what could he do when the price of oil took over?
Red Rover, Red Rover we call Asia over while Buddha sits, contemplates, and waits for the fates to decide.
They all lied. No one tried to just love, watch the sun shine above, stimulating creation, with no hesitation, a never ending vacation in paradise.
Roll the dice, choose your own radio show, tap into the flow and let yourself go into trust.
We must.
The alternatives provided, I’ve already decided won’t do.
What about you?
You want to just can it, watch the flame and fan it, or try to save this planet and turn things around?
Find common ground, let good will abound and use our technologies to write new anthologies of hope. Can we cope with the magnitude of shifting world attitude to a place of true gratitude, and peace?
Let go, release, let the wars cease, write a new lease with the land, and demand our right place, show our true face. We are the caretakers, peace makers, soul wakers, the ones we’ve been waiting for. Lets see what’s in store for the next generation.
It’s our own creation.
Let’s love it.

Comment by Raven Cohan on November 5, 2009 at 8:09pm

The Whys we ask...
LOOK often outward...
To get great answers
Look inside...
Take a journey down your
Acupuncture channels
And listen to rhythms
During a safe, secure ride.
Inside yourself
You can ask to be healthy.
You are one cell in God's Domain
That Universe would love to embrace you
And answer anything you would hope to name.
But you don't have to go out!
Only go in...
The love and safety are found within...
Enjoy the bubbling of your blood and chi
In there is all of 'history' and 'herstory' and all
Of OUR time which we divide...
We divide sexes as man/woman
Time as past/ present/now,
We divide outcomes as good/bad
It is challenging to know how
To see from the center
Where all is our choice.
We complain and divide
and we loose our voice...
We get frustrated and waste
Energy with haste...
We can slow down
And slow more down...
And we can remove our own frown.
We can smile at the Oneness
And stop the division...
Take over with your own decision.
Do it now and not tomorrow
And soon you'll live within less sorrow.

Comment by Raven Cohan on November 5, 2009 at 7:56pm

Knowledge is Power...
By Raven

Hurray for info about
Where germs hide out...
To this I give a shout...

Beware to those who don't learn
But MOAN...

For them their Power
Is out on LOAN

To the Fear Mongers.
I give a GROAN...

Blessings in Tao, Raven

Comment by Bob Taub on November 5, 2009 at 12:49am

________________________________________
WHAT AM I MISSING?

I wish that i could find
The answer to whats on my mind
Where do i for the answers go
To all the things I want to know.

To start with what's the point of war
Can anyone tell me what that's for
Is there a reason for so many to die
CAN ANYONE OUT THERE TELL ME WHY?

And why is there so much poverty
This really makes no sense to me
Why are so many in such distress
Is it just that the world could not care less?

Why are so many people doing without
They could be helped I have no doubt
Some have so much and others not
Is this some kind of mental blot?

Is it just me that thinks this these thoughts
About the HAVES and Have me nots
Come on now and humor me
Is this the way it was meant to be?

OK! OK! I'll just bury my head in the sand real deep
And these Questions to myself I'll keep
No longer will I wonder why
So many People have to die.

Forgive me all for what I've written
About the the questions with which I'm smitten
Let's Forget about our fellow man
And live OUR LIVES the best we can.

Bob Taub

Comment by David Gould on November 5, 2009 at 12:34am

I Think they Lied

I was brought up
to think warriors
were valiant
their deeds
were filled with
courage and bravery;
instead what I see
is misery
and pain
hospital beds
or rows of graves,
a vanquished slavery.

I was brought up
to respect fighters
in stories
who gave
up their lives
as a willing sacrifice;
but instead I find
that they were
just killed
by chance
for a cause
of hatred or malice.

I was brought up
on proud tales
by old soldiers
with medals
and tears
for fellows that died;
instead I now read
these tales
were untrue
some lived
some were killed
so, I think they lied.

There is no glory
in a war story
obscene and gory
just cause?
You judge.
But is it the only way?
To fight or not
the choice
be killed a hero
or shot as a coward
and for this lie
we still have no say.

David © 25th April 2009

Comment by Gregory John O'Flaherty on November 4, 2009 at 11:22pm

Always Remember

The sacrificed soldiers that never return
From all the Worlds’ wars that have raged
Have monuments built where we can mourn
And give thanks for the lives that they have saved

Days are set aside for the Nations to recall
And honour their bravery and sacrifice made
But how many monuments to the Children that fall
Have been built for the price that they have paid

Great monuments and statues stand
Of soldiers armed in their uniform
Can never bring back a Childs hand
To any parent that will endlessly mourn

No monument stands to the Children killed in war
The countless dead who never come of age
To celebrate the victories that we all saw
Are never recorded on any of histories page

And now there are even more to count
Killed by the first bombs dropped on Baghdad
Enough innocent to pile into a mount
What ever the cause it is far beyond sad

How can anyone justify the slaughter of a Child
In every war at a politicians cold hand
No wonder people are driven mad and go wild
When they hear the victors band

They say that wars are justifiable
And at times they could be right
Maybe the dead Children would not appear forgettable
And a monument to them would help prevent another fight

Our leaders should be made to look upon
The corpses of the Children piled up high
Until the thought of another war is gone
And build a monument to the Children to the sky

19th August 2008
Gregory John O’Flaherty

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