I have many times asked myself whether there can be more potent advocates of peace upon earth through the years to come than this massed multitude of silent witnesses to the desolation of war.
quote by King George V
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Age of Innocence
We dismiss
The backroads
And ride these streets
Unafraid
Resort to
Scraping pain
From our bones
Unashamed
No more the eye upon you
No more the simple bane
Desolation yes
Hesitation no
Desolation yes
Hesitation no
As you might have guessed
All is never shown
Desolation yes
Hesitation no
And in my prayer
I dream alone
A silent speach
To deaf ears
If you want be love
You must be love
But if bleed love
You will die love
No more the eye upon you
Catch me starving out of shame
Desolation yes
Hesitation no
Desolation yes
Hesitation no
As you might have sensed
We won't make it home
Desolation yes
Hesitation no
But for the rites of spring
Come to mean all things
A little taste of what may come
A meer glimpse of what has gone
Cause for the moment we are free
We to find our release
Too young to die
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Machina: The Machines Of God
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How Many Times Have You Kissed The Earth?
How many times have you kissed the Earth?
And wished it peace?
When you last walked quietly in the forest...
Did you connect with the trees?
Or communicated in silent meditation.
Were you there wanting nature to be pleased?
And you desired to prove you could do it!
How many times have you kissed the Earth?
If you fed on me.
Sat and complained...
Like you do.
And not expressed a gratefulness?
And...
I am here showing and giving my support to you too?
Which one of us do you think,
Would be better off if left to live independently?
How many times have you kissed the Earth?
And wished it peace?
When you last walked quietly in the forest...
Did you connect with the trees?
Or communicated in silent meditation.
Were you there wanting nature to be pleased?
And you desired to prove you could do it!
How many times have you kissed the Earth?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Harmaony, Peace And Love
When I was born on this earth
I didn't know the gist of harmony, peace and love
Being notorious was the most when I was a baby
Played in sand, made sand castles, caught insects
My acts became amusement for my kiths and kins
Time moved on and I moved with it
Sometimes behind, Sometimes ahead
Months changed, Days changed, Dates changed,
Years changed, I changed
Explored voyages
Discovered new roads
Met dignified and assorted mortals
Filled my life with colours
Didn't have hatred feelings for neither superior nor inferior
Witnessed unity, seldom times clashes
Found a space for respect for each other in every heart
But still didn't get the gist of harmony, peace and love
When the time came to leave earth
I found desolation in every eye
All had same heartbeat, same thoughts
Saw the shining stars twinkling
Greif came and glee went away
Seemed like time's halted
A juicy fruit is going to be borne
A fruit with harmony, peace and love
When I had gone, I.......
Realised the gist of harmony, peace and love
When I was born on this earth
I didn't know the gist of harmony, peace and love
poem by Sudipta Pathak
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How Many Times Have You Asked Yourself
Finally...
You reach home.
Believing you are sheltered.
And will get deserving rest!
Then suddenly the phone rings.
To leave you wondering,
If the caller is someone you should address.
And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!
You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
Relax?
You can't!
A tension is enhanced.
The phone keeps ringing to erase the chance.
And...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.
And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!
You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.
How many times,
Have you asked yourself...
How many times,
You've asked yourself....
How many times have you done this and did nothing else?
To be there to please somebody else...
And not yourself!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Can Not Get Any Worse Than This!
'It can not get any worse than this! '
I've heard that expressed many times,
Over the years.
And over the years...
Worse it gets.
As if the worse of it,
Is being monitored by those...
Who are closely watching and placing bets.
It is similar to the calls for unity and peace.
If this is not done periodically,
People feel there is something missing.
Like a Sunday that passes...
Without hypocrisies and stated faith,
From lips being released.
We are a society of steadfast procrastinators.
'It can not get any worse than this! '
Some say that as if they are impatiently waiting.
Hoping and praying to proclaim themselves as witnesses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oneness
In thousands of tongues the same song is sung
The same nest's a flight in sky to be done
Place them up and down between and among
Multitude of voices singing only one
In thousands of thoughts silent thinking climbes
Up the throne of possible to the throne of peace
Soul language circles body's silent mimes
Poem- body movement that will never cease
It's made in secret flesh burned in passion tides
It's sung on sacred lips clinging to the flames
The multitude tucked on perfect oneness hides
Divine revelation the Name of all the names
2010.
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Divided World
Empty streets of desolation
Boarded up houses standing alone
Factory buildings padlocked and empty
Forgotten men recalling better times
Times when they had a future
a job, some money to spare
Engineers and skilled workers
Head bowed and forlorn
Lining up for their pennies
Families dreading an empty Christmas
Mothers mending worn out clothes
Kids sensing their parents fears
Lonely hearts on lonely corners
their immortality dancing away
seeking bread, soup and comfort
Grey faces staring at a grey sky
seeking a glimmer through the gloom
proud nations standing alone
University leavers sweeping roads
with broken promises and no hope
education, disillusion, desolation
These are the barren years
and the world has turned
Please peace try again
poem by SPC Kellaway
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Peace Will Be On The Earth
When wars launched for peace,
Will finish by consuming their ferocity,
And they will eliminate,
The signs of life on the Earth,
And when the planet,
Will go singed and lifeless,
Around the sun,
Through the boundless spaces,
All sleeping, silent,
And cockroaches will rule the world,
There will be peace,
Yes! Peace, peace on the Earth.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Memories
let me be that poem
that witnesses your
secret yearning as
your glance falls
into that well of
heaven of his
a tightly guarded
glance that lifts
the veil of longings
to let a fruitful
imagination warm
up your nights
let me be that poem
that witnesses you
open yourself up wholly
to your loved one
without the fear of
losing, brushing his hair
counting each strand
as a blessing you have won
let me be the poem
that witnesses the tears
you let loose the years
years of care and love
expressed with deeds
denied in words
each word of
those years of sacrifice
is now a roll of tears
down a floodgate
greeted by his
heartaching silence
each dropp of tears that runs
thicker than the years
swifter than memory
purifying the window of love
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Healing Wind
In this healing wind
all our scars of the
past are blown away,
torn away and scattered
around the earth,
and all our demons are
lifted and carried off
in the vortex of
the wind funnel
till there is nothing
left but these rocks
and the ocean,
and our hearts feel
at peace once more,
as our eyes
scan the distant horizon,
where the ocean
meets the night sky,
where the moon
hangs low, casting
its tremulous glow
upon the water.
In this healing wind
all our thoughts
are scattered in the
silent multitude of stars
that shine upon us
like new blossoms…
yes, I know we've been
through a lot
all these years,
and the loneliness
and the pain
seemed unbearable
at times,
but you don't have
to say a thing to me
right now,
because the healing wind
turned it all around,
gave us new hope
and new purpose
and new sails-
and breathing in
this cool night air,
we feel renewed
and alive again,
as we return
to what we always
knew as our home,
resting upon these
rocks, as the ocean
waves gently baptize
our feet.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Silent
Silent when I have nothing to say.
Silent just to avoid the fray.
Silent when I am not sure.
Silent—I can't stand anymore.
Silent when you make me mad.
Silent I am when times are sad.
Silent when I am too shy.
Silent when I want to cry.
Silent as I carry life's load.
Silent... I may soon explode.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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Hope For Peace
There is hope for peace,
Even though it seems to look slim.
There is hope for peace,
If your trust and faith are not dim.
Though hopelessness may surround you,
The mighty struggle will always be there,
But with the perseverance of the advocates,
They will guide and encourage you with care.
Just when you thought peace was futile
And lost faith and confidence in everything,
The vociferous peace seekers are beside you -
Messages of peace and harmony they bring,
And you'll know assurance and the saga of peace,
For the determined struggle will never depart,
And the driving force will not lie dormant,
Always striving for peace and doing your part.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Mother Earth Cries Out
Peace, please come to me.
I am the earth,
the land and the sea.
I'm home to the animals
and the birds flying free.
I'm home to the fishes, insects
and butterflies you see.
I've tried so hard
to provide for all
but it's like my purpose has hit a wall
that's been built out of hatred,
greed and deceit
making it hard for my heart to beat.
I know I've been desecrated
many times before
by the bombs that are detonated
in times of war.
I've made my peace with you.
So, I plead for peace
to come to me.
I am the earth. This is my plea.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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So Many Times
So many times love has crossed my door
and in the night slipped quietly away.
So many times dreams have based themselves with me,
and then faded with the dawning of the day.
So many times, I asked for an angel,
who came briefly before flying away.
So many times, I have asked for things
to fill my life with joy.
So many times, I have been denied
that I don’t ask for anything anymore.
28 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Falling Tear
Times of terror,
times of fear,
All these times
have always been here.
For the earth has never
been born of peace.
The bombs have exploded
destroying peace.
Man cannot recognize
vicious ones or vicious lies.
They simply think them away.
But they're not gone.
they're alive and well,
making this world
a living hell.
Times of terror,
times of fear,
They leave nothing
but a falling tear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Journeyman
From the red sky of the east
To the sunset in the west
We have cheated deathAnd he has cheated us
But that was just a dream
And this is what it means
We are sleeping and we'll dream for evermore
And the fragment remains of our memories
And the shadows remain with our hands
Deep grey, came to mourn
All the colours of the dawn
Will this Journeymans day be his last?
I do what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
I do what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
But the memory still remains
All the past years not so strange
Our winter times are like a silent shroud
And the heartbeat of the day
Drives the mist away
And winter's not the only dream around
In your life you may choose desolation
And the shadows you build with your hands
If you turn to the light
That is burning in the night
Then the Journeyman's day has begun
I do what I want
>And I say what I want
>And no one can take it away
I do what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
In your life you may choose desolation
And the shadows you build with your hands
If you turn to the light
That is burning in the night
Then the Journeyman's day has begun
I know what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
I know what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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zPt #1 Birth of a New Day
All is still and silent now
The world is at peace with man
The terrors of day are quiet now
Peace reigns throughout the land
Thin shades of night come creeping
slowly over the earth
Now in awesome stillness Earth lies
Like a woman awaiting the moment of birth
Remembering now, in fleeting moments last
too soon forgotten lessons
of a day almost past
If it were possible she’d sigh
‘Perhaps ‘tis best this way’
Dark battles for one last moment
... then the birth of a new day!
Mary Havran
(Written when poet was ten years old)
A note to the reader: I have recently spent some time revisiting my earliest poetic efforts and upon
Reflection have decided to post some on this sit. Poems whose titles are prefixed with the designation “zPt” are poems written during my preteen years. I hope you find them interesting.
poem by Mary Havran
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Not Feeling Like It
how many times
shall you change a word
simply because
you do not feel liking it?
how many times
shall this world of ours be destroyed?
how many times
shall this war be waged shall lives be wasted
in the name of change?
this feeling of
' i want change i want something new'
how many times shall we cut
edges and then feel the pain of
desolation?
now, i must leave a space
at the start of the lines. I protest
one blank line
between the sections.
no link. no connection. how many times
shall you do this to us?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Miracle of the Sun at Fatima, Portugal, Oct 13th,1917
The sun stood still in the horizon clear,
And looked as bright as one, they all had seen;
But they could look at it without fear,
Sans blinking, delighted by its sheen.
This lasted but a moment, then!
And as the multitude gazed
The sun began to dance
And whirled rapidly and dazed
Like a giant fire-wheel!
After sometime, it stopped.
It rotated again with speed
Increasingly, making the on-lookers dizzy;
And from its crimson rim arose
Blood-red streamers of flame in sky
That touched all things on earth
In a colourful bright spectrum.
Three times, the sun gyrated thus;
The fiery orb trembled with rage;
It shuddered, hurtled suddenly,
In zig-zag way, towards the crowd!
Terrified, the multitude
Uttered a fearful cry
In unison, and fell
Upon their knees!
All felt the doomsday had arrived!
The air was warmer than ever
And threatened to enflame all things
Upon the earth, it touched!
Fatima was a heaven’s sign
Of Apocalypse – the end of times!
Some kind of a God’s design
To tell the world of Christ’s
Second coming was to begin!
The Lady who wore the sun as garb
Was Our Lady of Fatima,
Looking brighter than sun’s orb!
The miracle was to warn the world
Of men to lives amend!
poem by John Celes
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