Peace

June 2018

#114

 

Release The Peace

Reach deep inside of you and release the peace
Find it there and send it out into the universe
Peace is a healer peace is a nurse
Send it out like a healing ray of light
A ray of positive energy shining bright
Let the world around you fill with it's soft glow
And on to others let it flow
Release it to the soldiers fighting in the war
And on to the rich and on to the poor
Release it the hungry and those in need
Share it with all there's no need for greed
Send it near and send it far
Some for you reader where ever you are
Release the peace to all the human race
And send it further make it reach outer space
Release up to the sky and down to the flowers It has many uses it has great powers
Release it to everyone and everything
It really is a gift fit for a king
Peace truly is the greatest gift
When it's needed most out souls to lift
So reach deep inside you and release the piece
There's enough for everyone to have a piece

Elizabeth Jury
GROW

 

Peace To The People

One must have peace in order to give peace to all
We have gathered this Friday morning after a long month
Of meditating in a universal harmony
Celebrating Love Supreme as it flows
Sitting beside the stage with pride and joy
A moment of silence for those who have returned as ancestors
Food, poetry, and enjoying of funky melody of love
Even as the number of horrors of everyday, the language of peace shines on
This is an Inti Raymi love poem
This is an Eagle Love poem
This is a Raven Love poem
Listen to the wind of Love Poem by Yusef Lateef
This is a Carlos Raúl Sr. Earth Day love poem
Carmen Eugenia Earth Day love poem
And Ana María Earth Day love poem
This is Nosotros son del Caribe by Los Van Van
And Stop in the Name of Humanity
Children separated from their mothers love poem
And listen to the 140 million voiceless fight the power love poem
This is fight the power love poem inside the moral monster
And today we made history of the Poor People’s Campaign
On the ashes of Resurrection City on National Mall
Long patches of mud, grass, and pouring rain as of fifty years ago
The War on Want love poem
Is Got to Give the People What They Want love poem
And stand up and fight back love poem
As tbe end, it will be as the beginning

© Carlos Raúl Dufflar 6/15/18
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective

 

Peace Is In The Moment

Peace is in the moment
In the curve of your arm around me
In the colour of your eyes
And in the trees swaying gently in the wind
Peace sparkles on the bubbling brook and falls into deep pools below
It follows the laughter of children as they skip down summer lanes
and looks up in delight as geese fly overhead

Peace is in my heart even when I ignore it
gently pulsing with the life in me

Does peace then lie dormant in the badlands and war wasted fields..in the bodies and tribes torn assunder by vicious bombs and distant politics ?
Is peace missing?
Is it sleeping?
Is it merely a million years of dreaming?

It is the dream of peace which gives us hope....the spirit of peace which infuses our deepest longings
An ancient promise which connects us all when we look up into a rainbow filled sky

The song of peace is alive and singing amidst the wreckage and the madness the tears and the pain

And when I look in your eyes I remember who I am

Lucia Birch
Stevenage Survivors

 

Peace

Peace is the emotion of Silence
The stance of true happiness

(C) Josie Lawson All Rights Reserved 8/06/2018
GROW

 

Peace

Peace
Silence
Happiness

(C)Josie Lawson 9/06/2018 All Rights Reserved
GROW

 

Seahorse, Accordion Heart

There’s a concertinaed
Accordion beating:
Minute heart
Rocking gently on the briny
Cove amid seaweed:
Mermaid’s hair
Little horse’s mane.

Spiny happenings
Inside your transparent
Body, gone now behind the fronds
And your belly is full
Expanded like an accordion.

Macramé suspended nets
Tangle in your foam.
Pirate seahorse all alone
Giving birth to baby jewels
And when they’re born
Father Wrack and Sister Flotsam
Return to the shore
And the offspring:
Hundreds
Rely on God’s random tide.

G Campbell 4th June 2018
Survivors Poetry, London

 

To The Heroes And Heroesses Of Tomorrow

“I got sunshine on a cloudy day”
When it’s cold outside, I wish it was the month of July
It may be fifty drumbeats of past memories
Somewhat like winter, somewhat like spring
It may be summertime, somewhat older since the Sixties
On dawn morning, when the birds are singing throughout the trees,
Straight out of my heart, I have seen many pow wows within a circle of time
As I walk through the pathway of Morningside Park,
Climbing the stairwell towards the top of Morningside Heights
Arriving as a crowd of people, gathered at Claremont Avenue
Bus after bus has arrived, with the banners of peace, justice, human rights,
And no to war, and health care for all, and to end U.S. apartheid
On the fiftieth anniversary of the Poor People’s Campaign
And Resurrection City
As a chorus of battle songs cried out loud
I ain’t gonna let anybody turn me around
I ain’t gonna let anybody turn me around
I’m gonna keep on walking
And keep on talking
Marching to freedom land
For a national call for moral revival
With our compassion, on our way to Albany and 39 state capitals
The Poor People’s Campaign is carrying on the tradition
Of Somebody’s Hurting Our People
To the sisters and brothers that might be the first time
Or the veterans on the second tour of duty
We will not be silenced anymore
For which no trophies will be given ever
As we march down State Street beside Lafayette Park
And the March of Silence down Central Avenue
Flowers are blossoming at the New York State Capitol
And a vigil at the War Room
Into a space of mourning, telling truth to peace, militarism, right to health,
And an end to mass incarceration
Thousands have been arrested for the act of moral direct action
The campaign is rising towards the stars
What is wrong with the images of a moral monster
That lives with two faces
And we must have justice for all
Let the flute sound flow as the Sun shines by the Delaware River
Celebrating the 199th earth day of Walt Whitman,
Crossing the ferry into Camden, New Jersey,
And joyfulness

© Carlos Raúl Dufflar 5/13/18
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective

 

Fulfilment

White dove of peace
Wings outstretched in static pose
Inelastic as the royal icing
Unnatural, not real; unyielding,
To the knife that hovers
Held in our bonded hands,
Above the colourless flowers
Starved of earth, in which to grow.
Fairytale wedding, too sugary sweet
A dream, a hope - for some maybe,
But it wasn’t what I had longed for.

I saw sunshine and beaches,
With wave washed sands of gold,
To match the bands freshly placed,
On our tanned fingered hands.

Instead, the shine is dulled,
By the sombre artificial light.
I join its plasticity in a smile,
Directed at the man who loves me
My mouth warms, flushing my cheeks
I love him too.
Just get through this sideshow
Then the white dove will soar
On symmetrical wings
Its warm breast beating,
Soft to the touch.
And the flowers will bloom
In a blazing colour
As the cake yields
Revealing its deep rich fruit
And the waves break,
On golden sand.

Jan Hedger
WOW

 

Peace - In The Age Of Noise Pollution

Peace & quiet is in short supply
In these accelerating times
I seek peace but
My senses are overwhelmed by
The electrical whirring of the fridge
In the flat below &
In the dark
The slow
Tick of my clock
Tock
Is slower in the dark
Than in the light

The thump, thump, thump, of the
Soundaround TV in the flat below &
In the dark I sense
The vibrations more & like a seance
The slow whine
Of MY fridge a spectre
Which whines louder & louder
In the dark

My rib that aches
I fell upon several weeks ago plus
The allergic reaction to the
Mosquito bites
Which swell my knee & ankle
More in the dark
Where ghosts stumble

My legs like bloated waterlogged timbers
Weighty logs
Give me NO peace
The dark sparkles with a dozen flickering electrical lights
Conversing in a neon semaphore
Then the amazement - I sleep

Was it sudden
I don’t know
It is in the mystery of sleep
Where I find peace

I awake
Time has past or
I feel it has
Those moments of NO memory
Are sleep
For the dream fades soon after rising &
Only in the dream is peace

Only in space
Only on Mars
Only on the outer rings of Saturn
Is peace.

Andrew Henry Smith
Stevenage Survivors

 

Peace Being Peaceful Son Of

Quantified place when in peace
Cherished is the word inside the soul
The surrounding loaf the hooting owl
The donkey neighing the cock crowing
The running stream rippling laughs pebbles
Peace in locations blown blue wind winding
I'n the clouds far up calf's dancing in the grass
Crows in the tree branch green down hill cycle
Inside the oven sizzling juice baked lit apple
In the shade the great sun smiles aloud peace
In dreams sleep lights wonder pillows gaze
Peace is cherish pear in the flicker glow flame
In sound purring soft cat yellow till ago orange
On sand fields rides waves rolls peace almost

John Joseph Sheehy

Struggling to stop the war on the poor
with the New York Poor People's Campaign
State Capitol, Albany, New York