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"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.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
Rise of the Peacemaker
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.
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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
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Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 2:06 PM UTC
I Am A Whisper
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
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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
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
Words Who We Are
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
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Adversal
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
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Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 8:23 PM UTC
Woman
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.
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
Dysfunctional Love
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.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
Miles Christi Sum(spoken word piece)
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.
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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
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
prayer for humility
“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.”
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
Beatitude #7: The Peacemakers
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?
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
Where have all the Peacemakers gone?
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
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Happy Peacemaker
*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*
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Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC
The Chicken Hawk
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…
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
Memento Mei
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.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Then they will know
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
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
Taken Alive at Standing Rock
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
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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?
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Blessed Are The Peacemakers
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.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
Press The Button.
constant reminder of war my angry red mind bless the peacemakers
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Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
haiku 21/12/19a
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
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Common Everyday Man
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
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Untitled
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.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
for feelers
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.
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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.
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Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC
Harder to hear
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.
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