Cease-fire
It is difficult to serve someone,
Who has been provoked by another...
With a cease and desist order
Of a retaliation done
Initiated by the provoking one!
A cease-fire may be desired,
But who should be supported...
To abort what has been inflicted?
Should it be the ones who did the striking first?
Or those who sat...
Putting up with this?
Especially when all players on the field...
Have clearly expressed the feeding of deceit.
Flying high and comforted,
On a merry-go-round of lies...
All choose to see end,
In a victory of a peace complete.
When every ego behind the scenes,
Have already divided into greedy pieces!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Peace
I once saw a honeybee flying away at ease
staring at the human race living with no peace
Oh people! are we deaf dumb blind or naiive
look with a glimmering glance at bees
living in societies a life full of peace
workers rise at dawn collecting honey from trees
drones stand against, protecting female queens
Just stare just gaze and learn please
cease fire, cease fire, cease fire, cease
Not wishing to be a bee just wishing to live at peace
poem by Eman Elhag
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Cease Fire
won't look back though
I was torn to pieces nothing will destroy my determination
I won't be surpressed my voice will now be heard
Cease fire - What did I say I didn't mean to blow the world away
Cease fire - What do you know my mouth is like the barrel of a gun
Cease fire - What did I say
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Scratch The Surface
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Cease
cease our pain God
Cease our anger God
Cease the war God
Cease the dark days God
Cease the rain God
Cease the strong winds that are blowing everywhere God
Cease our hunger God
Cease our thirst God
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Merry-Go-Round
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Up in the sky.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Soars me high!
Breeze rustles,
cloud's castles,
Roam round and round!
I shriek in false fear,
Seeing the thing near,
which I never have found.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Brings the fun to me,
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Fills mind with glee!
Moving round, round,
Touching the ground,
Almost kisses the sky.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Takes me up in the high!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Peaceful Prayers
Let there be peace in the world.
Let us all see peace and not war.
Let us all have peace in the world.
Let all our statesmen know no violence,
Let all love peace with warm vehemence,
Let all be clothed with passionate patience,
Let all respect peace with real reverence.
Let peace pervade every political terrain,
Let peace calm the spirits of every domain,
Let peace be at peace with every reign,
Let each achieve peace with poor pain.
Peace, to you we plead: come to us.
Peace, we entreat you: deign on us.
Peace, we want you: envelope us.
Let our homes be adorned with peace,
Let our streets be paved with peace,
Let our cities be set on a hilltop of peace.
Let peace taint our every thought.
Let there be peace, let peace never cease
Let there be peace, let war forever cease.
poem by Jude Ogunade
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Inconsistent Lifestyles
in the lines of a dialogue
we put some markers
of a page of life,
some borders of our
past tolerances,
all commas actually
never a period
and we stop for a while
like a cease and desist order
to look
at all those words from a little
distance
because sometimes
what the microscope of details
says is no longer
important
we still love the forest
but we still cut
some trees
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Kind of Deceit and Treason
No one on Earth
Can be that blatantly ignorant.
No one would set up a scheme,
To destroy their inner being.
And to launch a campaign,
To claim it was initiated by someone else.
Just to have the masses begin to fear themselves.
No one can be that evil.
To plan that kind of deceit and treason,
For reasons to declare a victory.
So few could profit and share this deed.
One that shatters peace.
One that is declared to pay a debt.
Owed to those living with growing economies.
Overseas.
And outsourcing jobs to support...
More dollars to themselves to feed!
Is that why this was done?
To create terrorists...
And them call them our enemies!
That is hard to believe.
No one can be 'that' low!
Lower than a snake...
Under rocks that breeds!
No one on Earth
Can be that blatantly ignorant.
No one would set up a scheme,
To destroy their inner being!
And to launch a campaign,
To claim it was initiated by someone else.
No one can be that evil.
To plan that kind of deceit and treason,
For reasons to declare victory.
To line the pockets of those in need,
To feed a gluttonous heartless greed.
No one is that demonic.
And if so...
Who would that be?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The most important and urgent appeal we have to make is for an immediate cease-fire. Initial reports from the cease-fire talks being held in N'Djamena in Chad are not very encouraging.
quote by Jan Egeland
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Victory but a veil of lies, treachery and deceit.
Victory but a veil,
of lies, treachery and deceit.
The web spun around your heart,
that makes it believe it's complete.
Victory but a veil
that hides you from the truth,
The fallacy that makes you believe
the impossible, even with no proof.
Victory but a veil
of scorn, lust and despair.
The thing that makes you believe
in the things that were never really there.
We've All Been Greedy
Those peaceful nights for some have passed.
Those feeling safe...
In sheltered communities behind closed gates.
Are awakening.
But not to Robins singing.
To peer from behind French customed made doors.
Swinging out onto the patio.
Overlooking acres upon acres upon more acres,
Of freshly cut grass.
These awareness days have come upon us fast.
Who would believe such a quick erasing,
Of a way of life....
Would come to pass.
And leave those embittered with much grief,
With streaks of torment on twisted faces.
Disgraced and now nervously pacing.
In wait.
But for what?
When the 'why' of it has arrived too late!
We've been greedy.
See what gluttony does when it can't be overcomed.
We've been greedy,
And feeding on our selfishness.
While ripping the hearts out of those to sustain it.
Doing everything to gain more and maintain it.
We've been greedy!
And..
The stinging of the realness,
Persists.
And can not be contained.
Acts of civil madness...
Spreads fast!
Thousands go out of their minds.
Many more are trapped!
Something in their minds have snapped.
Only those exposed to fantasies,
Are observed doing that.
And a waste of explanation can not bring them back!
Their self delusions have attacked.
Leaving us all affected by that 'fat'!
Yes fat!
Undisciplined rascists...
Tearing each other apart,
While laying lazily on our backs...
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Yes...
Greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger,
But never better than the rest.
Greedy!
Yes...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger
But never better than the rest.
Just so greedy!
Yes...
And bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Yes...
And,
Greedy!
Yes!
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
A sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've
ALL
Been
Greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
Yes...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
Sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Feeding Expected
No one can borrow money,
Squeezed from empty pockets.
Or dream of eating from a feast,
Deliciously prepared...
When nothing is there to eat anywhere.
And this feeding expected,
Is to be selected and picked from thin air.
Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A doing of it must first begin,
With an implementation...
Of those desires and needs,
Feeding a fire of desire from within.
A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.
Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.
That one,
Who sits with just wishes and dreams to appear...
Unassisted,
Will not be the one to benefit...
Without connecting,
Purpose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Picking Up Of Pieces
Betting to get even,
When the odds are not for all.
Makes not a bit of sense,
As many tears fall.
People wish to leap,
When sometimes it's best to crawl.
And a learning to make peace,
With a picking up of pieces.
People wish to win,
To go shopping at a mall.
Without a learning to make peace.
Or a picking up of pieces.
People want to make their rules,
And break every law.
And not learn a single thing,
About the picking up of pieces.
Losers choose to keep their status as big fools.
With disturbing of the peace,
And a dropping of their pieces.
Losers choose to keep their status as big fools.
With disturbing of the peace,
And a dropping of their pieces.
With a boo hooing done,
Or a booing who they choose.
With a leaving of no peace.
Or a picking up of pieces.
With a boo hooing done,
And loudly done too!
With no peace released,
Or a picking up of pieces.
Boooo...
Boo hooing is what they do.
With no peace.
Or a picking up of pieces.
Boooo...
Boo hooing is what they choose.
With no peace.
Or a picking up of pieces.
People want to make their rules,
And break every law.
And not learn a single thing,
About the picking up of pieces.
Losers choose to keep their status as big fools.
With disturbing of the peace,
And a dropping of their pieces.
Boooo...
Boo hooing is what they do.
With no peace.
Or a picking up of pieces.
Boooo...
Boo hooing is what they choose.
With no peace.
Or a picking up of pieces.
People wish to leap,
When sometimes it is best to crawl.
And a learning to make peace,
With a picking up of pieces.
Boooo...
Boo hooing is what they do.
With no peace.
Or a picking up of pieces.
Boooo...
Boo hooing is what they choose.
With no peace.
Or a picking up of pieces.
Dismissing to be peaceful,
With a picking up of pieces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cease and desist
or forfeit
right
to exist.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Let There Be Peace
Let there be peace in the world.
Let us all see peace and not war.
For If there is no peace in the world,
Then the world will be no more.
But if we find peace in our hearts
And turn our backs to war,
Then the world will prosper and live forevermore.
For peace is stronger than hate
And hate is weaker than peace.
Let there be peace in the world, let peace never cease.
Let there be peace in the world, let war forever cease.
Let There Be Peace On The Lummi Rez
Let there be peace on the Lummi Rez
Let us all get along and not fight
Even with the blood and crips
Let them be kewl.
Let us all have love for one another
Let all the parents stop the yelling and beating on the children, and teenagers
Let all family and friends stop arguing and
Just get along for once,
Let all be clothed with passionate patience,
Let all respect one another.
Let peace on this Lummi Rez,
Let peace calm the spirits of every domain,
Let peace beat at the Lummi Nation School,
Let each achieve peace with poor pain.
Peace, to you we plead: come to us.
Peace, we entreat you: deign on us.
Peace, we want you: envelope us.
Let our homes be adorned with peace,
Let our streets be paved with peace,
Let our rez have peace for once
Let peace taint our every thought.
Let there be peace, let peace never cease
Let there be peace, let war forever cease.
By: Laudine Warbus
poem by Laudine Warbus
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The Four Elements.
The Fire, Air, Earth and water did contest
Which was the strongest, noblest and the best,
Who was of greatest use and might'est force;
In placide Terms they thought now to discourse,
That in due order each her turn should speak;
But enmity this amity did break
All would be chief, and all scorn'd to be under
Whence issu'd winds & rains, lightning & thunder
The quaking earth did groan, the Sky lookt black
The Fire, the forced Air, in sunder crack;
The sea did threat the heav'ns, the heavn's the earth,
All looked like a Chaos or new birth:
Fire broyled Earth, & scorched Earth it choaked
Both by their darings, water so provoked
That roaring in it came, and with its source
Soon made the Combatants abate their force
The rumbling hissing, puffing was so great
The worlds confusion, it did seem to threat
Till gentle Air, Contention so abated
That betwixt hot and cold, she arbitrated
The others difference, being less did cease
All storms now laid, and they in perfect peace
That Fire should first begin, the rest consent,
The noblest and most active Element.
poem by Anne Bradstreet
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden
I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.
No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.
And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.
And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Song Of The Pacifist
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead?
Think ye our glory and gain will pay for the torrent of blood we have shed?
By the cheers of our Victory will the heart of the mother be comforted?
If by the Victory all we mean is a broken and brooding foe;
Is the pomp and power of a glitt'ring hour, and a truce for an age or so:
By the clay-cold hand on the broken blade we have smitten a bootless blow!
If by the Triumph we only prove that the sword we sheathe is bright;
That justice and truth and love endure; that freedom's throned on the height;
That the feebler folks shall be unafraid; that Might shall never be Right;
If this be all: by the blood-drenched plains, by the havoc of fire and fear,
By the rending roar of the War of Wars, by the Dead so doubly dear. . . .
Then our Victory is a vast defeat, and it mocks us as we cheer.
Victory! there can be but one, hallowed in every land:
When by the graves of our common dead we who were foemen stand;
And in the hush of our common grief hand is tendered to hand.
Triumph! Yes, when out of the dust in the splendour of their release
The spirits of those who fell go forth and they hallow our hearts to peace,
And, brothers in pain, with world-wide voice, we clamour that War shall cease.
Glory! Ay, when from blackest loss shall be born most radiant gain;
When over the gory fields shall rise a star that never shall wane:
Then, and then only, our Dead shall know that they have not fall'n in vain.
When our children's children shall talk of War as a madness that may not be;
When we thank our God for our grief to-day, and blazon from sea to sea
In the name of the Dead the banner of Peace . . . that will be Victory.
poem by Robert William Service
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Coming Down Hard On Crime
They're coming down hard on crime.
And this you can believe.
All eyes will open wide.
And deceit and thieves,
Will cease to be.
So hold your head erect!
And know this will happen soon.
And sing a happy song.
Knowing we'll soon be crook free!
Come from behind those bushes,
Children.
Come...
Come sing along with me!
The 'boogeyman' is gone.
They're coming down hard on crime.
Sing...
('Coming down hard on crime...')
And this you can believe.
('This we can believe...')
I think you've got it.
All eyes will open wide
('Our eyes are open wide...
And deceit and thieves have ceased to be.')
Very nice!
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES.
('DECEIT and THIEVES')
Together and raise our voices high!
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES...
HAVE CEASED
TO
BE!
Marvelous children!
Wasn't that a 'happy tune'?
NOTE:
Doesn't this remind you of 'something' from...
Let's see...
The Sound of Music?
Yes!
When the hills became alive with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Childhood Happiness.
So good being a happy kid,
playing with your kit,
even producing sound in a pot,
when the country's in peace actually.
having someone to rely on,
Elder ones tells you come on,
you feel like flying on,
you with confidence of protection.
Dreams of being high,
everything becomes possible,
even escaping to die,
fighting Ghost your capable.
Dreaming being in the middle of every things,
sometimes on merry-go-round,
or in the middle of the foods you like to eat,
even finding money on every step you're stepping.
Acting your Father if he isn't scary,
running to mama when you are scared,
hiding you body putting your hands on your eyes
every thing's possible with simple formula r.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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