Peace Poetry

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Comment by Fintan on October 30, 2009 at 12:49pm

Last week I was sitting in my kitchen watching the rain beating on the window listening to the radio. There was a programme about a poet on, his name was John O'Donohue. I've never heard of him before, he died a few years ago. His brother read this poem by him and it sucked me in. It's about death, and it made me think of my father and when he passed away. We watched him die and instead of being sad, I felt relief for him. I hope you enjoy it, it's called November Questions, by John O'Donohue.


Where did you go
when your eyes closed
and you were cloaked
in the ancient cold?

How did we seem,
huddled around
the hospital bed?
Did we loom as
figures do in dream?

As your skin drained,
became vellum,
a splinter of whitethorn
from your battle with the bush
in the Seangharraí
stood out in your thumb.

Did your new feet
take you beyond,
to fields of Elysia,
or did you come back
along Caherbeanna mountain
where every rock
knows your step?

Did you have to go
to a place unknown?
Were there friendly faces
to welcome you, help you settle in?

Did you recognize anyone?
Did it take long
to lose
the web of scent,
the honey smell of old hay,
the whiff of wild mint
and the wet odour of the earth
you turned every spring?

Did sounds become
unlinked,
the bellow of cows
let into fresh winterage,
the purr of a stray breeze
over the Coillín,
the ring of the galvanized bucket
that fed the hens,
the clink of limestone
loose over a scailp
in the Ciorcán?

Did you miss
the delight of your gaze
at the end of a day's work
over a black garden,
a new wall
or a field cleared of rock?

Have you someone there
that you can talk to,
someone who is drawn
to the life you carry?

With your new eyes
can you see from within?

Is it we who seem
outside?

Comment by David Gould on October 24, 2009 at 1:30am

Dusty Clogs for Peace

This is the title of an event that I am putting together in Carlisle as part of the World March for Peace and Nonviolence. We are going to walk laps and measure the distance that we walk on the march...all distances will count towards the 280,000 miles that the March is going to have covered by the end.

Dusty Clogs

Dusty Clogs, aching feet
tramping out the miles
Peaceful hearts always greet
each new face with smiles

Dusty Clogs, ending silence,
round the world to unite
stepping out for nonviolence
asking everyone not to fight.

Dusty Clogs, keep in step
we will move ever forward
our joyful hearts full of pep
for a new tomorrow. Onward!

Dusty Clogs, ringing loud
Peaceful thoughts release
on a world under war’s cloud
while within us only peace.

Dusty Clogs, reaching our goal
succeeding where all else fails
now growing a peaceful soul
The World Peace March prevails.

Dusty Clogs, aching feet
now together we can defeat
all those that stand for deceit
We March on Clogs on feet.

David Gould © 22nd October 2009

Comment by Raven Cohan on October 23, 2009 at 8:14pm

Michael Moore sticks it to Greed so Gory
In "Capitalism-A Love Story"...
He catches every snake!
Calmly he slaps us awake.
Mike Moore Exposes
Their flagrant, phony poses...
(On their bellies in the grasses
They must wiggle their asses...)
While abusing lurid lust
Their balloons, Mike Moore will bust
Owning many cars and houses,
Who needs so much? These louses!
One day they'll go bust...
And their dreams will turn to dust...
They'll bust their wicked hearts,
From being so filled with SELF... It Smarts!
And the people will rise up...
Alms to poor will fill their cup.
Give back PEOPLE's money STOLEN...
They worked hard. But those so swollen
With no morals, these abusers
Made their money, rotten users,
Through twisted, lie-filled Hype
About how wealth of any type
Is all ya need for happiness...
All these users will confess...
Once they rot inside a jail
They will know a truer tale...
Hope you go and see his movie...
And like me you think it's groovy...

Comment by David Gould on October 13, 2009 at 2:01am

Afterwards

Now at last the guns are silent
and bombs have ceased to fall.
But who can say who has won
or whether its course has run.

We see the rubble piled up high
I can see people walking about.
But all we have is present pain
and hope it never starts again.

Hopelessness in each child’s eye
this fear that may never recede
there’s hunger that has no pillow
there’s tears now for this sorrow.

How is it that people survived
all among this dusty dry hell?
While shots were fired all around
filling the air with deathly sound.


This flattened world is all broken,
see these pile after pile of bricks
hiding all the human biographies
concealing where each body lies.

And now the real talking must start
and former positions be put aside;
this thirst for war now must cease.
There’s no alternative to peace.

David © 19th January 2009

Comment by Raven Cohan on October 12, 2009 at 9:13pm

A Poem for One who sent me
A CREATION Story...


I love good stories of creation which enable us to
grow our minds beyond limits imposed by fears
of years
that got soaked
with too many tears;
people started drinking too many beers...
And polluted the rest of our peers.
So disturbed by too many jears
emitted from lips
Wrapped with rapt focus on our CAREERS
So we stopped listening to wise seers
and could hear less cheers.
No matter... ! If we look at beyond those smears...
We see see with Clarity... Things Clear... Switch Gears!

Comment by Deniz Kite on October 8, 2009 at 12:21am

So it is life

So it is life;
Sometimes gives more while taking some,
And sometimes takes all while giving nothing back!

So it is life,
Full of expectations,
What are though from our heart,
And what are because of others,
Noone knows.
It looks like we live,
Without full awareness.

So it is life,
From darkness to light
And mostly from light to darkness.

So it is life,
With or without you and others,
I go on.
Like you go on.
Like others go on.
One more or less,
One less or more,
Seems like nothing.
And nothing seems everything.

So it is life.

Deniz Kite, 7th October 2009, listening to I wish you were here

Comment by Elisabetta Errani Emaldi on October 8, 2009 at 12:00am

This is a very interesting video!!!!
If you love yourself and the world you listen to it.

Comment by Raven Cohan on September 20, 2009 at 8:45pm

Alice, Alice in Wonderland are you!!
Who the heck told you
that your youth was misspent?
You learned from it, I bet
and YOU are able to see
How you stepped up UP...UP !
Okay everybody!
Join together and let's have a parade...
We are celebrating Alice's TODAY
and painting a float with happy faces.
Alice needs to know she is
The Honoree of this parade.

The past is just that.... PAST
The NOW is what we focus on...

One Shining Alice is leading the parade.

Yes Alice!
Your spirit soars and
YOU are that LIGHT!!!

Comment by Raven Cohan on September 11, 2009 at 9:43pm

I want to believe my words on Sept. 8th below.
I know my cells listen to me when I say I am,
Unhappy with the world as it is.
Do you want a world full of people getting sick
Over the WAR! Frustrating themselves to illness???

It is Taoist, (my philosophy!) to laugh at things the way they are.
I go into a Cave and meditate with intention
Shaping a better NOW... The best I can.
Blueprints for PEACE NOW
NOW is, after all...just yesterday and tomorrow thrown in
A blender and drunk by us all.
(So says Quantum Physics!)
Drinking the blended potion, we get tipsy
And don't know which way to stand sometimes in order
To deal with WHAT REALITY...
Which reality? Which one do I WANT!
Should we cave in to voices that shout the negative
M A N T R A???? : 'This world sucks, this world sucks, this world sucks!'

OVER and OVER we repeat it.
Tell God your plan for the world instead:
"This world is full of light and laughter.... "
(If you were a baby crying would you be thinking about what
you DON"T WANT or what you DO WANT????)
Say it over and over an over and OVER!
Say it louder than all the voices that focus in on: " This world sucks."
Don't make it a
SHOUTING MATCH! (That is a mini-WAR!)
Say it with the LOVE and LIGHT programmed into the words and thoughts and then
Empower it with all your juicy, youth-filled JUICES.
Change your tune today. Sing the positive every second!

Comment by Robert Strzalko on September 9, 2009 at 11:29am

THIRD WORLD WOMAN



War


Poverty


Famine


Disease


Pollution


Deforestation


Overpopulation



Children sick with hunger
Famished
They lay in waste
Distended bellies
Lifeless eyes

Millions live this life
Every day
If you can call it that
It's more of a living death
That comes too slow
To a world that doesn't care
It's too preoccupied
Too easily offended

A child died today
Others will die tomorrow
Even the dirty water
In the village
Is drying up from draught

This is the world we live in
A world
Where politicians meet
And talk at international summits
As they dine and sleep
In luxurious comfort
The ice is melting
The seasons are changing
Animals
Insects
Fish and plants
Are disappearing
Becoming extinct

Sometimes
It seems as though
The world is dying
A long slow death
From centuries of war
And conquest of whatever
Seemed important at the moment

When they are through talking
And have solved nothing
More people will die
More ice will melt
More animals
Will become extinct

Where do we go from here?
When there is no clean air
Left to breathe
When there is no clean water
Left to drink
When there are no riches
Left to exploit
Will we hear their cries then?

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