"peacekeepers" poems
Rules, policies and conflicts imprison you.
Protest and righteousness freed you.
In America, we called it segregation.
Twisted words of countries like South Africa called it Apartheid.
Separation of the races accepted as legal at a certain time.
What about injustice that makes ANY race feels correct?
But like that old saying goes, things changes with time.
Which Nelson Mandela you eventually saw within your life time.
It's always those that faced the harshness of trouble that's the most forgiving.
And many of times, it's the innocent prisoner.
You led.
While holding onto no grudge.
You stood strong against those that refused to change.
In America that's still a familiar ring.
Ghandi, King and others fought with words.
Similar to the qualities and traits of our Lord Jesus.
It's always the peacekeepers that showcase the hate.
While the supporters of wars stay quiet silently supporting the crime.
So, so long Nelson.
God's waiting for your soul.
You serve your purpose.
You serve your goal.
Nelson Mandela, son of the motherland.
You will always be remember, as a good man.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
In North Carolina I put on my mother’s wedding dress
passed down for four generations
my great-grandmother wore these pearls
now I walk down a petal-littered aisle
to wed the boy whose mother I call ‘Aunt’
Mother sheds only a joyful tear because he is a man and I am a woman
My university demolished a solid stadium
built a new concrete giant in its place
in the middle of a field where we used to lay and watch stars,
where we used to chase each other when it got warm outside
Meanwhile the arts buildings sink further into the ground, forgotten ruins
My grandmother wages war against ink on skin
and offensive words in books
we can’t burn them anymore
but we will lock them out of our libraries
so that the children cannot be corrupted
Old men picket outside free clinics,
demanding that wombs be held sacred
while the children they would save would starve in the streets
and then be sent to battlefields so we can call ourselves peacekeepers
Teachers and students alike label each other with permanent marker
all the while teaching tolerance
and having multi-cultural food day in elementary classrooms
The young run so fast toward the future
filled with shiny new iGadgets
equipped to tear apart the beliefs we thought we held dear
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
I realized one of the peacekeepers tonight
And, as always, I spoke honestly
But against tendency, I was specific
-Maybe it was the drunken haze, but the vision had so much clarity
I spoke words to him, that formed without thought, nor doubt of mind
And when these naturals were vocalized, there was no need to speak uncertainty of that what was said
- in fact, these words, alike these at the making of my fingertips
Felt as though their mortality through speech or visibility, gave them truth that me or my subconscious could question.
This drunken conversation that was in obedience to circumstances
Was extreme and unnaturally passionate
Yet, disorbedient to sobriety, was fluid and understanding
I feel now, possibly to be regretted in the morning, completely confident in the impact made
He is good- as good as he is a keeper of peace
And my words spoken, although never able to be retold in accuracy
Affected me as much as I, possibly am mistaken to believe, he was to be
But here, in this poetic security, I wish to share them
He is a peace keeper, I am sure
As we conversed I looked to the greenery around us and they showed no warnings
Their leaves , as they do in sunlight and rain, continued to show love without worry
And that love, I felt strong, and thanked as it kept my speech strong
I asked- or even in my possible dillusion of high spiritedness, commanded, this man
In all the goodness that I possess and could show
To pass his negativity to my mound
As I do to all that seek peace rather than create it
You don't need to fight in this battle, my friends
For your role, is one much needed when the time comes
So save your fight, and save that energy
For your light is strong, and crucial for darker times to come
Should this message, this realization raise alarm
And the puppeteers ask of you those sins frequently ask,
Don't worry, don't hesitate, don't fight against their orders
Just breathe, sigh even, and act as you always have
I see your hearts
I feel that love long forgotten
The fact that you don't want to obey is in fact in our favor
Because we all know, deceit is their favorite game
But this deceit is the beginning of their downfall
As your want to avoid passing me the negativity, will unnaturally cause them to cast it in rebellion
But I am strong, and my strength is yet to show
I have your back, because I know you will soon have mine.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
A sword can cut and slash and ****
A pen can spew an inken spill
You wield your sword
To win a war
My pen writes peace treaties
By the score
The sword and the pen
Met on the battlefield
The sword was so much stronger
But the pen just would not yield
The sword swung first
The pen retracted
The sword flew past the nib
The pen quickly counter acted
The pen drew a tree
The sword stuck in the bark
Then the pen drew a forge
And drew a flame and a spark
He popped the sword in
And melted it down
Then drew a Parker pen mould
and an army was found
An army of pens
To rule the land
To fit snugly
In a peacekeepers hand
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
a teeny tiny
whited-out blank space,
the tenuous boundary that separates,
higher man from untamed beast,
so powerful when respected,
the crowning hallmark of human acclamation
we all do wear by right of birth and breathe
you see it right?
that invisible peaceful white
spatial, tiny yet palatial dot that separates
us from rack and ruin,
the mighty differential pause between
in civility and incivility
come not to preach or harangue,
my counsel kept within the
between beats of a mournful drum,
respectfully and slowly banged
each silent separation a prayerful plea,
the inserted peacekeepers of our spoken words,
employ well those powerful pauses that refresh
the speaker and the listener so well
leave behind your
self-righteous disbelief in others' beliefs,
that morphs into no toleration,
an arrogant surety,
that surely the anal-ytical results of
your thoughtful processes,
inevitability correct and brook no resistance
the shrill strumpets
of either side
confidently worship at no church
but to the false gods
of their own mirrored reflection,
who smiles back approvingly
at those who scream the loudest...
outlaw the outrage of your rage,
come to my white clothed table,
put aside the wrath of overbearing,
represent your disparate conclusions
with harmonious, breathable pauses
to reflect and respect
our distinctive and distinguished differences
no one ever lost a reasoned argument
that began with a considered, well tempered
good morning
*what has this to do with
only love poetry?*
***well, everything...for you must love thy neighbor
as you love yourself***
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
I watched it all happened
I watched it all burn down
And yet I stood there watching
Without uttering a single sound
I knew all their secrests
I knew all their lies
I knew the real stories
All from each side
Trusted by all
They told me all things
But I stood there in silence
As they played a game of kings
Doing nothing at all
Even though i held the power
I just let them fall
Withering like a flower
Times have moved on
They are all no longer friends
I'm the last connection
There is no chance they will make amends
People fall apart
All rundown to different ends
Hatred and recentment burns
Though cast away by the winds
I see them all now
And even I've lost that spark
The one I once held
When the whole world seemed dark
As I stand upon the ashes
Of the loving people I once knew
That time gone and forgotten now
The very thought to which is taboo
Yet here I stand
At what was the foundation of the past
Holding the matchbox in hand
Crying, I thought it would last
I did nothing to stop it
I myself set it ablaze
So much for the peacekeeper
all she could do was gaze
And try and act innocent
Attempting not to get burnt
You would think after such tragedy
That I would have learnt
But its a burden I'll carry
Right down to my grave
Knowing I destroyed them
When they could have been saved
I let them burn
What kind of a monster does that?
*******
I'm Guilty
~
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
SHE IS FOREVER, SO HOW CAN I DIE? LOVE FOR ETERNITY, WHY WOULD I LIE? BEAUTIFUL CREATION FROM THE HEAVENLY SKY. SOMETIMES I HAVE TO ASK MYSELF WHY ME WHY? I GIVE IT ALL FOR HER, LOVELY, BREATH TAKING HEART. EARTH NOR ANYTHING COULD EVER TEAR US APART. SHE IS MY GODDESS I WILL SA Y IT AGAIN. RAIN OR SHIHE THIS WILL NEVER ******* END! MY WHO LIFE HAS BEEN DIFFERENT, OH THA T IS FOR SURE. IN THE TRANCE OF THE ABYSS MY SOUL WILL FOREVER LURE. THE MAGICAL GARDENS IN MY HEAD WILL FOREVER CURE. THE CATS AROUND THE GLOBE PER, PER, PERI DARKEST THOUGHTS IN MY MIND GLOW SO BRIGHT. VAMPIRES COME OUT TO PLAY AND THEY LOVE TO BITE. THE STARS IN SPACE WILL LIGHT UP THE NIGHT. US PEACEKEEPERS DON'T BELIEVE IN YOUR GOD **** FIGHTI I NAVIGATE THE SEA SO I CAN LEARN, YOU CAN NEVER BURN. AND WITH THE FLOW OF SOUND YOU CAN NOT DROWN. WIND BLOWS OF THE OCEAN, CHANNELS TO THE TREES. ALL THE WISDOM FROM OTHER WORLDS IS SHARED INSIDE OF ME. YOU BELIEVE IN EVIL SUCH A PITY WASTE OF FLESH. HUMANS ARE SO LOST WHAT A HORRIBLE MESS..
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
Oh, to be loved.
What a wish, what a craving.
Freeing, at times,
Yet, oddly, enslaving.
Tied to the wall
By a chain of events
And everyone wants
To give their two cents,
And little old me,
Is curled up in the corner.
I know I belong,
But I feel like a foreigner,
And all that I want
Is your safe, warm embrace,
And all that I get
Is a slap to the face.
This place -
Once a haven, a field where I roamed,
Has lost its spark,
It doesn't feel like a home.
There's cards on the table,
The gamblers place bets,
They set up the scene
As they spit empty threats.
And we run, run away,
As forth move the reapers,
Tired of being pursued,
Tired of being peacekeepers.
But finally,
Just down the street, 'round the bend,
We'll find a place where
Our wounds can all mend.
And you'll lie by my side,
Lips to lips, misbehaving.
Oh, to be loved,
What a wish, What a craving.
May 21, 2023
May 21, 2023 at 4:38 AM UTC
games like small children
fire like the hell pit
relentless stupidity
disgust and aching soul
all the dogs are black
barking and biting
chewing to the bone
syphilitic like groupie ******
sycophantic like talk show hosts
skies of swine
and rivers of dirt that can't flow
people undervalued
fighting and clawing
for a morsel to take home
dreams like night terrors
opportunity like a flu vaccine
black hole emptiness
always night but never peaceful
militant peacekeepers
targets all lined up
wrangled into old chains
longing for the end
for the end of the world
trying to bring it ever closer
just to hold it tight
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
How hard does this
thing gotta be?
a blinding world outside
and a world inside
too dark to see
What confuses you
also
confuses
me
Leaders too scared to lead
peacekeepers fighting wars
within
themselves
Endless insecurity
even though
nobody knows
just what
the ****
they're doing
Why are we afraid?
Why do we feel we
must
know?
Can't we
just
be happy to
just
understand?
And you
all you need to do
is take my hand
Because
I get this feeling
like I've been here
before
And you were here
too
But you don't seem to remember
that you are indeed
you
And, I think
that you're me too
because...
because when you really think about it
we're not so different
you and I
we both enjoy a good laugh
good enough
to make you cry
We both love
I know it
the warmth
in sitting close
And don't you love
that gleam in the eye
when we both
have the same thought?
or that weird
moment
when it feels like years
between each
shared
heartbeat
But we've all been told
this shouldn't be
That there is only
one right way to see
and I know that
you trust them
more than you
trust me
You and I are the same
except that you
are so much more
interesting
...And I think
it's because
you trust them
more than you
trust me
They're probably right
after all
it's not so bad
being lonely
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
Into the sky
I see you fly
I doubt my vision
But you on a mission
You have metal feathers
With a shiny armour
Very proudly you fly
With untamed drama
An air strike flight
Shooting in the skies
The day seems night
How fast the time flies
The peacekeepers
Rescuing the survivors
The hell gatekeepers
Leash with tank drivers
I am a child of today
But tomorrow I may never see
Gunning and shooting all the way
Escape seems not a key
Surrounded by forces
Am lost in the middle
Wondering the causes
Of a naked needle
Onto the helpless people
That strive to survive
Stained in blood, some now criple
Few still alive, am one of them
SHOOT US DOWN!!!
As I light this lamp
Oil drapes on my gown
Death surrounds the camp
What day is today?
What date is today?
Don't mark my death
Don't light a lamp.......
........in our memory, I pray!!
©sim
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
Hyperbolic statements can't seem to convey
How the peacekeepers can no longer keep the rioters at bay
And in a trying time my adviser would say,
"Give in to their demands, your grace, I do pray."
But I have been exhausted from toiling all day
So I will rest motionless on this bed I shall stay
As the fabric of my sanity begins to fray.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
And yet I don’t seem to remember
that anyone wished for District Five
not to have exploded the dam
that lit the Capitol’s lights.
I don’t seem to recall people
buying the tale that the police
were keeping any peace.
We were not given the mirror
to look at ourselves and say
"no, that’s not me."
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
They preach to hate and curse the enemy
But this not what He preach in the mount beatitudes
When everyone listens and hear his words
He blessed those who are poor in spirit
And those who mourn and who are meek
Those who are seeking righteousness and merciful
A pure in heart and those peacemakers not peacekeepers
And those who are persecuted because of righteousness
Surely God is with them and theirs the kingdom of Heaven
This is the words the he peached
But others have a different words they teach
Be selfish in your ambition is what they want to reach
To become great and in earthly things they are rich
Fot them help is not an option but it is only for the weak
They dont know the real meaning of how to become meek
Gaining the whole world and losing their soul
They are acting righteous but still a fool
Never accepts a correction from another person
By the end of they day still they will say
All things are vanity and this life is just a temporary
And for the wicked still hell is their final destiny
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
All the men in me want war
And the eye that is bathed in the baptism in the sunrise
Also wants to be the heart that has no pain.
Calm down son, calm down.
But there is no calm or down here.
I just have to remember what was said.
What was spoken.
I think it was a whisper, I hope it was a shout
They placed hands on me
Because they were peacekeepers.
But no good can happen
When you don’t just want war
You are battle.
So when you have to sign treaties
You sigh and say
Now I want peace but these men in me won’t lay down their arms.
Even though they are so depleted.
These canines of burden only now have the stones in front to throw
And I’m now a glass house.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC