"peacemakers" poems
Can the unstoppable force overcome the immovable object? The waves have been a teacher with more wisdom than any I have ever had before. Something so constant, so committed, so unflappable as the lapping or crashing of the waves upon the shore. If you need any evidence of her relentless nature, look no further than the foreshore, great boulders and cliff faces worn down to grit. A true mechanical entity, with precise surety, well versed in engineering, mathematics, weather patterns and fluid dynamics. Who would have thought a philosophical question would have an engineering solution? The answer is no, but the question lacks precision, it doesn't quite paint the picture as it happens. I dive into the crashing waves, stretched out long, offering no resistance, the wash thunders around me but still I glide forward in the water like a shark, no resistance. I am the immovable object. Suspended weightless I overcome the unstoppable force by holding ground, offering no resistance as it rages around and past me, trying to capsize me or push me backwards. The way of the seas, the ultimate peacemaker.
The parallels to life do not need pointing out thus, especially to those who fight for justice, the Davids versus their Goliaths. History's great peacemakers have been here before, the art of war is in passive resistance, principled adherence coupled with civil disobedience, your silence is considered tacit acceptance, so be not silent but give unto Caesar that which is Caesars. The fight is an uphill playing field, you must play by their rules, or the game is over, but you can win by their rules if you know where they bend. So stand peacemakers, face rows of riot shields, plow fields as Te Whiti did, collect salt as Gandhi, be not silent, tip toe that fine line between real change and hard time, wherever you see injustice speak, and seek conciliation. Peace is not achieved when nations put down their guns, peace is achieved when people embrace their neighbors as their brothers and sisters. It is achieved when people no longer speak of peace with longing in the same breath as cursing the person that parked in their carpark. Be peace and you will see peace, wish not to see it in the world if you cannot be it in your world. Change yourself and the world changes with you. So can the unstoppable force overcome the immovable object? That much is up to you.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
I'm not a person of color
I'm not gay
I'm not rich
I'm not homeless
I'm not religious
I'm not an atheist
I am a whisper
I'm not old
I'm not young
I'm not famous
I'm unknown
I am a whisper
I may be helpless
But I am not numb
I may be shackled
But I will not lie still
I am a whisper
I have an opinion
I have thoughts
I have feelings
I have a voice
I am a whisper
I have a memory
I have hope
I have a fantasy
I have a dream
I am a whisper
I give freedom
I will not judge
I will not control
I will not hurt
I am a whisper
I don't believe you
Why must I listen?
Why do you want my mind?
Why do you want control?
I am a whisper
I see what happens
I know who is suppressed
I know you are buying time for yourself
I know you need to fool me
I am a whisper
I am in your way
I am an impediment
I am a risk
I am to be mitigated
I am a whisper
It needs to be shouted
It needs to be aggressive
It needs to shock
It needs to awaken
I am a whisper
I see the fear tactics
I see the power
I see the judgements
I see the ridicule
I am a whisper
I know you are a liar
I know you are evil
I know you will ****
I know you will destroy
I am a whisper
I know these things
What can I do?
I can only write
I can only feel the anger
I am a whisper
"Who is lying?"
They are
"Who would ****
They would
"Who would send your child off to war?"
They would
"Who are they?"
The one's who want your vote
I am a whisper
"What about your children?"
There is still time
"What about my children?"
There is still time
I am a whisper
Would a man **** for God?
What do you think?
Would a man **** for his flag?
What do you think?
Would a man **** for his party?
What do you think?
Would a man **** who has been fooled?
What do you think?
Would a man let you die in his place?
What do you think?
I am a whisper
"Why do you whisper?"
I'm not
"You say you are"
Can anyone hear me?
"I can"
Can anyone else?
"No"
I am a whisper
"Why won't you shout? "
I am afraid
Afraid of what?
Of losing my job
Of losing my children
Of losing my life
I am a whisper
"Who are you afraid of?"
A person
A book
True believers
Non-believers
The enemies are all around
I am a whisper
"Why are they enemies?"
They do not want me
They want me to be them
They want my mind
They want my actions
They want my life
I am a whisper
So I work
So I pray
So I smile
So I agree
So I submit
So I bend
So I die
I am a whisper
Is existence on the other side of a laugh?
Is existence in the void of silence?
Is existence in the breath of a whisper?
Is existence in the quiet of God's spirit?
I am a whisper
When God is silent
Even a whisper can be too loud
Silence is the empty room
No color
No artifact
No sound
I am a whisper
Listen to the whisper
Then listen to God
Then you will know
Because you dared to speak
You forgot to think
I am a whisper
Blessed are the peacemakers
Did you remember this?
Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone
Did you remember this?
Turn the other cheek
Did you remember this?
Love thy neighbor
Did you remember this?
Judge not lest you be judged
Did you remember this?
I am a whisper
Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 2:06 PM UTC
Sadness
Weapons of mass destruction
Witness protection program
Mutually assured destruction
Plausible deniability
Too big to fail
Pre-emptive strike
The final solution
Master race
Total Spectrum Dominance
Untouchables
Genocide
Greed
Racism
Sexism
Homophobia
Cancer
Hate
Hope
Blessed are the peacemakers
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
Turn the other cheek
Judge not lest ye be judged
Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone
Sacrifice
Non-violence
Integration
Pacifism
Environmentalism
Empathy
Understanding
Tolerance
Equality
Cure
Love
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
There are bloggers and selfie-takers,
Know the difference.
There are noisemakers and peacemakers,
I can show you the evidence.
There are admirers and haters.
Be especially mindful.
There are well-wishers and supporters.
Be very careful
The are naysayers and yeasayers
Always be aware.
There are brothers and brother's keeper,
Always ready to take care.
There are destroyers and fixers,
Separate them.
There are mixers and blenders,
We need them.
There are writers and publishers,
They need each other.
There are readers and proofreader.
Both read for different reasons.
There are bystanders and onlookers.
Both will be watching.
There are movers and shakers,
One of them has the edge.
There are dreams snatches and vision busters,
Be on the lookout.
There are ghost whisperers and Ghostbusters,
Both have connection to a ghost.
There are buyers and sellers,
Each one benefits.
There are singers and there are dancers.
Everyone provides some entertainment.
©IvanBrooksPoetry
21/8/2018
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Her hands are strong enough
To lift up even the mightiest man’s spirits
Callused from her endless work
But still always outstretched
To embrace those nearest to her
Her fingertips delicate enough
To make the same man
Believe that liquid fire exists
As they dance their way across his skin
After he’s made his way into her heart
Her legs steady enough
To carry society’s standards like air
It’s no wonder these legs
Will one day be the gateway to life
For future warriors and peacemakers alike
Never be ashamed to be a woman
Because every man came from our womb
We are just like men but with the fire of life
Raging so strong inside of us
That we cannot keep it contained inside
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 8:23 PM UTC
Quietly I'll let you go,
Slowly I will allow you to get over me,
Gently I shall inform you I was not the one.
Do not muse over me,
I do not wish to be a bitter taste left on your tongue;
That is why its best that we drift away from this broken love,
And slowly forget.
You do not need to call me anymore,
Its no longer your concern to take care of me.
We were not functional,
And this dysfunctional Love only leaves us emotional;
Leaving us naked on the floor for each others to see one another faults.
Neither of us are peacemakers,
And never bring any justice to our cases of broken promises and hearts,
Leaving smudges of ***** lies polluting our skin.
These is our dysfunctional love and we need to know when to let it go,
So as we drift away, remember when I said "Its for the best,"
Because that is the most truth that spilled out of my mouth since the beginning.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
Honor. Valor. Dignity. Love.
Honor. Valor. Dignity. Love.
Three things amaze me
Four I do not understand
An eagle in the sky
A snake on a rock
A ship on the high seas
And the way of a man with a young woman
Honor. Valor. Dignity. Love.
I will always take the fall, I say
And I won't push back when you push me away
I will take the flack of a full frontal attack
And I will turn the other cheek when you slap me across the face
But I will not be known as meek!
For to be meek is to be mild
And to be mild is to be tasteless, flavorless, and vile
Devoid of passion
Crawling with passivity
Embodying all that is apathy but trying to pass it off as some kind of charity
If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you for even sinners do that well,
Try loving the ones you'd rather see burning in hell
BUT IT CANNOT BE DONE
If you agree say aye,
I, think you're just too afraid to try
Well blessed are the meek,
for the will inherit the earth
Blessed are the peacemakers
for they will be called children of God
Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you, and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me
But I'll be tossin' temple tables and chasin' people out with whips and cables
If they say my God is not able
For a city built on a hill cannot be hidden
And a man under God cannot be smitten
So I claim the love and grace in which I have been placed
And I claim the calling into which I am falling
And when the enemy comes a calling
I raise my sword in the air and boldly declare
DEVIL THIS HEART HAS NO ROOM FOR YOU TO SPARE
FOR MY GOD IS SO GREAT IT'S NOT EVEN FAIR
SO PACK UP YOUR TRICKS AND TEMPTATIONS AND TOYS
FOR GOD HAS MADE A MAN OUT OF THIS FRAIL LITTLE BOY
He said YOU are the salt of the earth but if the salt loses its saltiness it is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled under foot
So I take hold of love and grace
And I proclaim the name of the one holding me firmly in place
I lay waste to the lies replaced by fear in mine enemies eyes
And lift my hands up high
Honor. Valor. Dignity. Love.
Surely I am only a brute, not a man
I do not have human understanding
I have not learned wisdom
Nor have I attained to the knowledge of the Holy One
But I know I have found the truth.
And I will not let go.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
Jehovah God
Lord of all creation
i come before Your righteous Throne
a mere wretch saved by Grace
i seek Your very loving heart
i seek Your very face
i come before You humbly
of Pride remove
all trace
i see poetic genius
struck by hate and fear
i see the chaos of the world
in microcosm here
to Your servant listen Lord!
O Jesus Christ give ear!
*i so want an end to it!
O God of peace draw near!*
let the fight that's raging
this hateful, vengeful war
end with those competing
no matter what the "score"!
let them see the "tally"
doesn't matter anymore!
let the people, friend or foe
know they won't be free
'til peace comes to all poets
***this is including me
Blessed are the Peacemakers
with You
ETERNALLY***
in Jesus Christ's name I pray
A M E N
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
“Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.”
Breaking down the walls that once divided
Us from them and each of us from God,
Not like those declaring peace, misguided,
When there is no concord, only fraud--
But with Heaven’s righteousness provided,
By the Son, Who spread that peace abroad.
Now no longer Jew or Greek, one-sided,
Locked behind society’s facade,
But those walls of difference subsided,
When with Gospel’s peace your feet were shod.
Others heard your message, I know I did--
And thereafter called you “child of God.”
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
Where have all the Peacemakers
Gone?
Have they gone awry
Have they gone astray
Have they all died away?
What exactly are they doing
Today?
We face a universe's
Insatiable hunger
For death
On this small blue speck
Ants on an anthill
In the middle of the forest
Just off this path
Slaughtering each other
Over one
Miniscule mound of sweat.
We knock on the door
I'm hungry please let me in
When I'm hungry enough
I'll kick that **** door in.
Where have all the Peacemakers gone?
Whose coming with the light of dawn.
Every night on the news
The death report reports
And the cumulative sorrows weep
For the innocent
While genocide marches
Through the streets.
I can hear their cries from here.
Tell me dear
Where have all the Peacemakers gone?
Have we
Has the universe
In its insatiable hunger
Really
Killed each and every one?
I watch the apocalyptic
Dawn
And I can't help but feel so
Alone.
So I reach out to you
In affectionate
Hunger
And bury my face
In your breast for a
Moment's rest.
While in my heart are all
The cries
Of all the generations
Who have asked this before
They died
Where have all the Peacemakers gone?
And why?
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
happy peacemakers, piece us back together,
unity is a precious gem, worth all the tea in China
happy peacemakers, keep on believing,
we need you now, more than ever
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
*You ran
When it was your turn
Hiding
While the poor did burn
Now you ruin
The lives of others
Ignoring the cries
Of tearful mothers
With shameful assurance
In your own power
You now stand tall
Pretending you did not cower
Allowing others
To walk and die
In your place
So you could lie
About your past
And how you believed
In a just cause
While your kind deceived
The sheep
Herding us along
You pretended to be strong
But in fact you were wrong
And now seasoned
With a flag
And a god
You brag
Of America
And it’s greatness
Yet you destroyed
The moral compass
In your desire
To ****
And for what?
To achieve God’s will?
The same God
Who said
“Blessed are the peacemakers?”
As he led
The meek
And the poor
As they seek
Deliverance
From the likes of you
Who can only steal
From the hearts of the few
Who continue to believe
In a world of green meadows
Sparkling oceans
And the love they conceive
As their children
Look to them for guidance
In a world
Where avoidance
Of conflict
Is rewarded
With the power
To ignore the exploited
And to line the pockets
Of those who said no
To service
But now say go
To those who have no option
But to fight and die
For the chosen few
Who will not tell us why
They can live with impunity
Never answering the question
Of how God’s grace is given
To Satan’s confession*
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC
I see children giggled like
how little birds chirp.
How I wish roses would burst
from the barrels of guns aimed
at every minute.
I saw the news today, the Reverence
talked of peace between the militia
and the peacemakers of the territories.
We treat a person as if he was
a Stranger in a Stranger’s Land.
I stare at them and reflect that
they are the blood of my blood.
Whom our forefathers shared
a meal with and shed blood.
The gods would abide if we talk
peace when we have the chance to harm
our brothers and sisters.
May this be our good will.
I remember the words.
I saw the killings of innocent sheep
in the time of crisis and changes.
The soul yearns for the outer voice.
Remember me, I say, when time changes…
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
Bullying seems to only be accepted
When performed by government officials
Terrorism is viewed as legal
As long as it is carried out with a badge
Since when did it become okay
To label innocence extreme?
Peacemakers "troublemakers"?
I'll tell you,
When peacemaking interferes with power
When war is the goal
When scheming for personal gain & greed rules
Bullies are leaders
World rulers who take dignity away
Downtrod good people
Put love to shame
They think they are the end of the line
They title themselves almighty
Little do they know the consequence
Their hands are bloodstained guilty
Minds bloodthirsty
Hearts black as coal
The vengeance of Jehovah
Comes upon them in an instant
It is then, they will know.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
The world grew sick
it happened so quick
and so the people prayed
in spiritual foundations laid
the people went to see
the healers to be set free
hurt souls seek relief
and beyond belief-
~the healers got sick
songs lathered in Purell
as the death tolls swell
ringing out the Sioux band’s
cared for with gloved hands
~hands that caught rain
now wracked with pain
Standing Rock tumbles down
as fits of coughs drown
“My girl, I don’t know what to do-“
the words of a dying healer
once free to roam
in death
kept far away from her home
When they pass on
all that knowledge gone
the words and ways of old
lost as voices go cold
Breath taken away
also yesterday
is gone around the bend
ways of old set to end
-the sacred fire untended
No more secret Candy
or cherished smiles
veterans vanquished
peacemakers in pieces:
Porcupine
Bear Soldier
Running Antelope
Cheryl and Jesse Taken Alive
lovers from the start
Cheryl and Jesse died
only a month apart
holes in the Taken Alive heart
Their moccasins remain still
big shoes for others to fill
Standing Rock’s hills rolling
as graves keep filling
~the healers got sick
hands that caught rain
now wracked with pain
the sacred fire untended
... still, the fire burns
out of the ashes, Nola, a child
of those Taken Alive learns
to hear the call of the wild
Young pup’s paws will fill the boots in time
though Standing Rock’s still,
still it stands
rain to be caught by fresh hands
new ears record the tree’s chime
“We’re still here,” Nola said
Taken Alive stands still
at Standing Rock
~
NM
01/15/21
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
If he should ask of my willingness
What would I say that Peter had not already heard?
For my sword is not what will save mankind
If I should hunger because of my weakness
Would I steal from my neighbor to feed my children
When twelve baskets fed the blind?
If my fears become stronger than forgiveness
Would I listen to a man who commands me to ****
And hammer nails into the cross left behind?
If he should ask me to be his witness
Would I testify of the sins waged by other men
Or the ones that that my own life would remind?
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
doors are locked and walls are concrete
the great machinery keeps churning out weapons
fighter planes and bombers precision strike indiscriminate
lead bullets and shrapnel children with adults
collateral unfortunate damage and striking accuracy
millions of dollars paid in taxes and back handers
lets go to war one last time set loose the nuclear deterrent
Press the button start over and this time listen to the peacemakers.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
constant reminder
of war my angry red mind
bless the peacemakers
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
I rallied after the weight of winners history was laid upon my mind
re-educated in the light of truth and dare of the underdog-
the peacemakers wearing sandals and bare feet who spoke of love-
sung songs of freedom and the dignity of the common everyday Man
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Weird words of working men
Collar wearing ******
Peacemakers clanging swords
Breastplates of hate
I watch us all get churched
On the ways of cruelty
I can’t stop crying
Cause love used to be
So beautiful to me
Two men holding hands
To friends kissing publicly
No shaming
Now there is violence
We break the silence
With days of silence
But it never seems
To stop the screams
And suicides
Children hang out
Flailing lifelessly
The memory haunts me
Even though it is not mine
Pale boy loves a brown boy
Sweet proclamations
Of their affections
Poetic exultations
Holding each other
As their salvation
To be loved is a wonderful thing
To be touched is a mercy
But fire burns to close
To the core of fury
Angry faces hide behind
Masks
We ask
For love
But brutality
Is their response
And now the saltine sorrow
Overflows
The ocean grows
As one more love
Is demolished
And the world becomes
A lot darker
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
people who feel like to extend their pinky fingers
when the others have been recently offered
in assistance to greedy children, antagonistic husbands,
selfish friends.
they would never see people that way though
because if they did, and on the few days that they do,
when humanity is tire slashing puppy decapitation,
the people who feel crumble into a *** of sappy person,
resorting to gulping sobs and furious scribbles in
a journal no one will read.
people who feel like to assume they are alone,
that if God wanted to, they might all have been
rounded up, dumped on an island, and left
to offer conciliatory remarks, hugs, and shared
assumptions of responsibility and ethical treatment.
people who feel like to believe people are good,
as good as cotton wrapped tightly
around a small, slender, white stick:
dutiful, essential, uniquely purposeful.
but those people who feel woefully forget
the Ones who Feel
and feel to such a degree
that they create destructions and downfalls,
messily, angrily
like a toddler desperately trying
to make the blue crayon look black.
they are dangerous.
powerfully effective at harnessing the attention
of those who digest and regurgitate what
Society has in mind about the condition of people,
that there are troublemakers and peacemakers,
but the bad apples are more capable of wiping out
the apples who never had a chance,
and merely were in line of fire because they were
apples of the same kind at the same place
with the same name.
people, plain regular people, like to remember this
silly notion from childhood,
the devil and the angel entertaining either shoulder
of people, all, everyone people.
but what I think, me, who feels and feels and feels
until the feeling goes far away
until I beg for it to return,
everyone feels. some listen too keenly. some explode. some are deaf.
others mute.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
These days, it’s getting harder for me to hear, though
My hearing is perfectly fine.
Words, speech, rhetoric, proclaimed in our
Homes, schools, churches, media and lives,
Filled with anger, pain, rage,
Endless debating, name calling,
Attacking, yelling, shouting,
Drama and diatribes.
A new willingness sweeps the land, offering
Gratuitous unfiltered honesty.
A truth sport that calculatingly
Cuts off at the knees,
Sending the newly scarred and
Wounded soul to walk away, with
A knife in their back.
What unfulfilled need justifies
This anger, frustration, rage,
Blaming, shaming and finger pointing,
And the creation of new effigies by endlessly
Dissecting and parsing every word and phrase?
Have we become little more than
Hurting people who hurt others?
Are we just reacting in kind with a
Pent-up frustration that has nowhere to go?
Are we really so fearful that
Things aren’t going as they should, afraid
We’ll never get what we want, or scared that
We’ll never have what we need?
Could it be that we are unconsciously
Caught in a vibration of drama, and
Easy prey for the hidden plans
And agendas of others?
Or, have we become slaves of an ego
That willingly fills our minds with
Unproven certainties to
Give us what we do not have but want?
Maybe, strangely, we are
Seeking a connection in the
Only way we know.
Hoping our shrill voices will
Convince the universe that we matter,
As we misguidedly attempt to make
Some difference on our piece of earth.
This isn’t life!
Yelling never convinces a single soul
About the rightness of a cause or the
Correctness of an action.
It only drives us further apart and
Makes us dead to ourselves and each other.
Perhaps it's time to remember
The wisdom of the ancients,
Spoken so long ago.
In compassion there is virtue,
Blessed are the peacemakers,
What is given is returned
A thousand fold; and,
In the measure we judge,
We shall be judged,
Love the Gods and
Do no harm.
These days, it’s getting harder for me to hear, though
My hearing is perfectly fine.
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC