"peacekeeping" poems
I have found that the skill of peacekeeping with the various parts of yourself is useless.
In the morning it is the strongest that will rise.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
For ages
Saddled with
Domestic chores
Confined indoors
With a traditional muzzle
Devoid of a voice
With fellow housewives
We were sweltering
Under the class
And gender yoke
Seen weak though
We were strong as a rock.
Things taking
A positive turn,
When people about
Women's potential
Came to learn,
Enjoying a level ground
And expertise,
An outshining
Women farmers
We have begun to enjoy
A handsome return.
After unremitting exertion
In a special way
Drawing attention
Investor we have indeed
Created job opportunities
For numerous in need
On their turn who have
Many mouths to feed.
We members of the fair ***
If not denied a chance
Could outsmart
Many a man, in a given
Task, grappling with his part.
In the Science
And political arena
Ladies that prove brilliant
Must come to the limelight.
In the military
And peacekeeping task
On the athletics track...,
There are also women
Who merit a tap on the back.
Breaking the double yoke
Must be the era's talk
Gender based discrimination
Should no longer pose
In development's wheels
A spoke!
Let this volubly
Resonate from
North to South
And from Beijing
To New York!
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
is for peacekeeping-
and the sleepy.
and one is me,
the other I strive to be.
goodnight, earth
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 11:12 AM UTC
Peacekeeping is the unattainable absence of violence. Peacemaking is the presence of peace in the midst of violence.
You cannot fight fire with fire, guns with guns, hate with hate.
"Father forgive them..."
It's as simple as that.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
My dear brothers,
I deeply understand
The concern about
Everyone knowing
Everything,
Especially
The certain she
But is it possible that
She didn't know, that
She still doesn't know about
Any of us
What if we
Are
Safe and
Nothing happened?
She just scrolled through
All those words
Not knowing
A thing
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 3:46 AM UTC
I am from an old beaten up cloth swing
From cloth diapers and glass bottles.
I am from the broken down siding gray and cracked.
It felt gritty under my weak hands.
I am from the dandelions growing rogue around the yard,
Waiting to be picked.
I'm from the small meals
And side glances from jealous siblings and peacekeeping parents.
I'm from the collecting cans
And saving what can be saved.
From "Save some for later"
And "Why don't you eat at your friends house tonight?"
I'm from the same second-hand dress as last week,
And sitting in the back pew.
I am from Welch and the towering mountains.
From flitters and gravy,
From the stories pa told to keep our minds preoccupied.
From the love that ma gave us to make up
For what we didn't have.
I'm from the card board box in the attic.
I am from perseverance, and surviving.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
She came to ask me how I felt
I didn't know the answer
I just made it up, went on for hours,
Quoting dead philosophers
I drew a chart and mapped it out
incorporating stars and math
I drew some lines
some circles, too
and talked about displacement
I can't remember why,
but at some point I went outside
I was fixated on the evergreens
across the street from me
When someone who was not her
came and took me by the hand
just as the moon was melting
into me
I swear...
it licked my hippo-campus.
Then Saturn with its rings came spinning gently down to meet my eye line just as I was slipping out of time, I felt the weight of my own skin on someone else; could feel their bones a-grating, clacking, clanging, then the screaming, who was screaming?
Safety first they said as riding past on silver tentacles with common sense stitched on their clothes I knew I had to get me one of those
look out, somebody heard you telling time again, they know the time, you're not the keeper of the time, back on the hunt again, that's when
she took me by the hand
and said my name a thousand times
at least ten thousand times
a couple times
there was a silence then the dawn came on so suddenly
it didn't seem to match the tone
I knelt and prayed in case, you never know, these days you never
know which second will reveal Itself to be
some sort of agent
sacrosanct peacekeeping sky patrol
is everywhere, you know, you never know, and she
asked me how I felt,
and that was it.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
I am Canadian. We are considered polite.
I will remain so here.
We are a socialist democracy.
You, a capitalist democracy.
Our Prime Minister makes mistakes.
He's comparatively young. He takes good council.
He speaks of what he knows,
And knows when not to speak.
He can be mean (depending), but never cruel.
He has great wealth, but neither flaunts nor hides it.
When he equivocates or lies, he knows it.
We have all the amenities of a capitalistic society,
With the security and comfort of our social pluralism.
Our youth enrol in a free and fine education.
We have no rich or poor school districts.
We have no security guards or metal detectors.
We are not an economic super power.
We do not influence worldly affairs with an itch or a sniffle.
Our Senate is powerless (enough said).
Authority and power lie in the multi-party system;
Each chooses its leader.
We don't vote for the Prime Minister,
But every four years (and many times less) we can vote one out.
And get this: sometimes the party changes horses midstream to rein in getaways.
A coup d'état is almost impossible,
Unless we get invaded for our fresh water.
We're not nuclear armed, but when called, the Forces are tenacious.
We're not war mongers. We really do prefer peace.
Our former P.M. won a Nobel for coming up with the idea of a U.N. Peacekeeping Force. That's a real one.
We have serious problems like you. At times, the innocent and the guilty get hurt; that's never good. And believe me, we support most of your political initiatives, domestic and foreign, and your peaceful demonstrations. We know pain too.
I know you love your country. And you have **** good reasons.
Most Canadians love you too, and we are very worried about our southern neighbours who treat us so well when we visit west of the St. Clair River.
We've helped you when you were in need; when your country was under attack. We are your good neighbours with good fences. We will always be there for you and whatever Democracy you choose.
Please, choose wisely.
Bless America
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
some are battle hardened
but most in the end are broken down
- a strange kind of peacekeeping
the leaving of the gun behind
but never truly subscribing to peace
just broken down
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
I'm all right, yeh?
Fulcrum point... the four-way teeter-totter...
Circus balance act...
I am that center pivot-point
locked on the beams.
I bear the weight of those around, it seems.
Bipedal tripod,
my cracks reduced to splinters...
Unending war
and I am at the center...
but I'm all right, yeh?
Sloop the shoulders;
crack the back again...
Lesson learned:
to **** it up- and in.
Muted life
will not offend a friend...
I'm all right.
Yeh...
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
Standard behaviour from the Russians. Obliteration by sheer numbers and force. 190,000 troops on Ukraine's border, now forging their way into the pristine land of their cousins.
Shall be interesting to see their tactics, Russians were never good at improvising, Slavishly taking their orders from the war room, those old Generals who fought long ago in Afghanistan and perhaps joined the action in the Chechen affair, both, of which, ended in ignominious withdrawal by the Soviet Union.
Putin's forces have never been encouraged to think for themselves, never encouraged to initiate. The leaders always suspicious of delegating authority. The lesser commanders will not assume responsibility. All decisions will come from the war room. This is the Russian way. Commit the cannon fodder, obliterate by sheer numbers. Stalin did it, now Putin is taking up the chalice.
Under the pretext of "Peacekeeping forces". Putin won't stop at the Dneiper river, he wants the whole country, he wants the vast wheatfields and the mineral wealth. He wants, what he regards as his entitlement, that which used to be a vassal part of the old USSR.
So far, the response from NATO has been weak. The USA, war weary from Vietnam and Afghanistan, wants no part of the action. Token sanctions and a dithering resonation from old Joe show little resolve there. Boris Johnson, who needs an injection of popularity after his Covid indiscretions, is at least broadcasting belligerence to the Russian invaders and is following up by sending advanced weaponry and advisors to an embattled Ukraine.
Broadly the world is sitting on the fence, muttering outrage and wringing the hands. Putin appears to have taken their measure well.
M.
25 Feb 2022
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 3:16 PM UTC