Barcelona
The night before I left Milan
A mob jammed the Cathedral Square,
And high the tide of passion ran
As politics befouled the air.
A seething hell of human strife,
I shrank back from its evil core,
Seeing in this convulsive life
The living seeds of war.
To Barcelona then I came,
And oh the heavenly release!
From conflict and consuming flame
I knew the preciousness of peace.
Such veneration for the law!
How decorous was every one!
And then (significant) I saw
Each copper packed a tommy gun.
Well, maybe it is best that way.
Peace can mean more than liberty:
These people, state-directed, may
Be happier than those more free.
When politics wield evil grip,
And warring factions rise and fall,
Benevolent dictatorship
May be the answer, after all.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Evil World
The evil world is like hell with human life,
So for almost every man beats his wife.
No place is worser than a life in a cell,
Except for eternity with demons in hell.
The evil world is filled with worthless life,
Yet life is sometimes worth living.
At night I lay in my bed
Wondering when is everyone dead.
Yet the evil world is like hell:
Evil conquers most human beings.
Without light or good the human race
Will seize to exist.
You must fulfill the life of man.
The evil world is like hell with human life.
poem by Tamika Taylor
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War and Peace
'There is in this world that eternal battle'
the General said
'between Good and Evil.
There can be no compromise;
each nation needs living space
and those who follow Evil
will not hesitate
to take yours
and that means,
some of the time,
War.
War is the ultimate expression
of Evil vs. Good
and inevitable.'
Peace spoke:
War is for those who profit from War
and every war ends in Peace
and diplomacy,
Why not skip the destruction and killing
save human lives
and go straight to the Peace?
Nation-State spoke:
Ah, you Peace forget War
is more than the interval between
the Peace
because War decides which people
will be free
and which people will be oppressed.
Peace you misunderstand;
soldiers fight to preserve their country-mens' lifestyles
their families
and those five dollar lattes.
Ah, indeed in War and Peace
someone wins
and someone loses' Nation-State said.
Peace spoke:
Well, Nation-State, that used to be true
but not anymore.
Nuclear holocaust has no winners,
only losers.
A radioactive planet
where no one can live
for a thousand years
is not victory
but massive defeat for everyone.
.
Nothing to celebrate.
You '
Peace said
to the General
'cannot fulfill your main mission
which is to protect the population.
The foe you fight can blow up
all of their nuclear weapons
and the fall out will drift and kill
the rest of us
without even an attack.
You soldiers have to learn new tricks.
You can't really protect us.
All that is gone. You have to retire that side-gun
and sit at the diplomat's table.
'Peace 'Peace said'
has come to depend upon successful social ecology
and restraining those who would have us kill ourselves
in order to preserve our lives.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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3 A.12 Can War A Prelude To Peace Be?
To win or loose a disaster but be,
War can never ever be nice surely,
It settles nothing enrages only,
Can war a prelude to peace be?
Wining a war a mirage but be,
As wining a volcano is stupidity,
War an evil - just man’s butchery,
Peace only from understanding be.
War - a cowardly escape from reality,
From problems of peace and harmony,
Teaching us not to love our enemy,
And ever hating our allies certainly.
War - its own end never can be,
Peace - the goal that’s wanted truly,
Politics - without bloodshed war be,
War - with bloodshed politics surely.
poem by Munnan Misra
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Street Gangs
Where there is little love there can be no peace
If hearts are at war, thus begins the warring of nations afar
Only with peace of the heart can peace start
With its absence we have the beginnings, of hate and of war
The ultimate cause of destruction among men
Evil hearts kill, their friends and their for
Bombs and fire can kill all life
Strife in the heart can kill the spirit
Why not try to love the people of this world
Some are our foe with a poisoined soul
The warring hearts who poison their souls
We need not hate, but have freedom and peace
It is hard to love, our friends and our foe.
poem by Anne McDowell
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What is Peace? ?
What is peace? ?
Peace is when you care for others,
Peace is when there is no violence in the world,
Peace is much more powerful then evil,
Peace is easily found when you give others what you desire,
Peace is the answer to all the wars in the world,
Peace is when there is unity among all the people,
Peace is when your soul can rest,
Peace is when there is hope of good above,
Peace is when there is love for others,
Peace is when there is acceptance in the world,
Peace is bringing joy to the world,
Peace is in helping others
This is what Peace is,
This and much more!
poem by Uzma Nadeem
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Probing Questions
Is there something more to life, than endless days of toil and strife?
Is there something after all of this; a Hell below or a Heavenly Bliss?
Can there truly be life after death, this when we take our final breath?
That question always asked is why; do innocent people have to die?
Why do righteous people perish, while evil seems to always flourish?
Friend is there truly a Living God, who rules above the earth we trod?
And does God truly care for us; mortal beings that return to the dust?
Can anyone have true peace of mind, in this world that is so unkind?
Why’s there evil darkness everywhere, if He is a God filled with care?
And why would a God full of love, simply sit and watch from above?
These are just a few of many more, questions asked about my Lord,
Questions that you may have asked; some in the not so distant past.
Many questions are Satan’s reproof, to keep many from God’s Truth,
Let none of them keep you from, Christ who from Heaven has come,
With answers to these and more, on questions about Heaven’s Door.
The Spirit leads to God’s Word, with the answers to questions heard,
Eternal answers which you will find, fill your heart not just your mind.
Where God not just answers them, but gives new life to all my friend.
Then all the questions are second to, the Eternal Life He’s given you.
And now an answer in my life, is to Heaven I’m going in Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
The Crow Is Coming
The candles burning
the clock is ticking
time is running out
for the evil that is rising
The crow is coming
to stop the devil
and his crew
Fly my friend
rise above
I see you coming
I feel your soul
it's time to stop
what those evil people do
I can feel you
I can see you
I can fly with you
As our souls become one
to stop what the evil ones do
we'll feel the peace
that we once knew
We will be free
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Peace and Conflict
Peace is laughter ike a musical bell,
Conflict is people crying,
Peace is everything being well,
Conflit is people dieing,
Peace is a very wonderful thing,
Conflict can be used t pursue peace,
Peace is a sound that makes you sing,
Conflict is the least luxurious thing,
Peace is sought after
And sometimes found,
Confit is punishment,
Paying the price,
Peace is being on safe ground,
Conflict makes people with heart of ice,
Peace you find in your heart,
Conflict tears our minds apart,
So remember these words and you'll live well,
Peace is laughter like a musical bell...
poem by Sasha Julia
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Where is Peace?
Where is the peace within the mind?
Where is the peace within the heart?
Where is the peace within the home?
Where is the peace within the womb?
Where is the peace within the soul?
When leaders brag of peace that’s quite untrue;
And dialogues boast of progress in peace,
And regimes fall so suddenly by coup,
With world in chaos, can man live with ease?
Yes, warring leaders get prizes for peace!
The undeserving get rewarded fast;
They fan the flames of wars that never cease;
The righteous ones on earth can barely last!
The rosary can only give men peace;
The evil can’t escape God’s scourge / disease;
The wicked hearts will have to pay high fees,
When walking upon risky roads like geese.
When young girls turn mothers from early sex,
And lesbian, gay threaten social order,
Ev’n leaders are in political fix
And stay in good and bad twilight border!
When nations rich with lesser people kill
Their unborn babies, without any shame,
God makes their environs and soil quite ill,
For doing sins, without taking the blame!
The living God of life can’t bear such crimes,
As man takes advantage of His kindness;
He ushers forth changes in earthly climes,
And Nature pours her furies ruthlessly!
Just prayer buys God’s mercy immensely;
Just prayer can turn tides in man’s favor;
Just prayer brings to halt wars suddenly;
Just prayer gains God’s sympathy, waiver!
Let mankind offer prayers all the more!
Let fervent prayers heal God’s heart that’s sore!
Let man bring back God into his heart’s core;
Then God will open another new door!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-10-2009
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Politics is about the improvement of people's lives. It's about advancing the cause of peace and justice in our country and the world. Politics is about doing well for the people.
quote by Paul Wellstone
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The Long Awaiting Peace Of Man And The Dragon
Oh we await the peace between us to end the bloodshed
As the souls of take us away to a place of darkness and evil to arise
For we are the dragon thought to be evil by the Human kind only to be slaughter
By so called heroes only to see their hearts turn black
For we are peaceful back in the time when human and dragon lived in peace
For we know who started the war and we will remember forever
poem by Nicholas Spandrel
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The Evil I See In Others
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
And the so called evil people are no less evil than me
'Tis not my place to judge others leave the Law take it's course
Than us mere living mortals there is some far greater force.
Look at the power of Nature no greater force than she
She claims all living creatures yet of guilt she is free
None ever say she's evil what's evil anyway?
The words of good and evil just words that people say
About those they see as good or evil others we like to pigeon hole
Have I right to condemn others when there's darkness in my soul
I'm only good and evil come tell me what are you
Since you tell me that you have a God but to your own self are you true?
For a callous act of one individual we condemn an entire race
And people are judged by their postal address and the colour of their face
We talk of love and harmony whilst war we do embrace
By making yourself a better person you'll make the World to live in a better place.
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
But you there Mr Perfect of all sin are you free?
You say that one is evil leave that person alone
You are not one that's free of taint so you should not cast the stone.
poem by Francis Duggan
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War Never Changes
war never changes
sense the dorn of time man as wage war in the name of religion to politics to gread
but man well all ways stay the same
man will kill juse because he can
man will discover new ways of wagging war
war never changes
it cant chang untill man changes untill man under stands that war is not the answer to
religion
politics
gread
man needs peace but if man does not get peace there be no more man
poem by Richard O'Connor
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Increasing Flame
Increasing flame!
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
There is a flame!
And there is no...
Celebration.
There is no...
Peace to gain.
When this flaming came!
Increasing flame!
And there is no...
Celebration.
There is no...
Peace to gain.
When this flaming came!
No peace has been released.
The heat has been increased.
The people are in fear...
And its the people who flee.
No peace has been released.
The heat has been increased.
The people are in fear...
And its the people who flee.
There is a flame!
And there is no...
Celebration.
There is no...
Peace to gain.
When this flaming came!
Who peddles it?
This evil that exists.
The people must insist,
A stopping to this evil.
Who peddles it?
This evil that exists.
The people must insist,
A stopping to this evil.
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
We've got to let it go.
There is a flame!
And there is no...
Celebration.
There is no...
Peace to gain.
When this flaming came!
No peace has been released.
The heat has been increased.
The people are in fear...
And its the people who flee.
Increasing flame!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do The Right Thing
Do no evil,
See no evil,
Hear no evil,
Work no evil,
Say no evil,
Act no evil,
But do what is right always;
because, you and i need this world.
It is our home,
It is our place of birth,
It is our joy when peace reign always than war!
So do what is right always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Evil is YOU!
Everyone says,
I’m evil because I beat my sister,
I’m evil because I took drugs,
I’m evil because I went to prison,
I’m evil because I cheated,
Well Guess what!
You’re not evil,
So chill,
You’re the core of evil,
You represent every part of evil,
And…..,
So is your dark side,
Your devil!
poem by Rana Malas
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Lost Angel
As it was before shall it ever ever be
Hear it on the crying wind
Heart it weeping on the sea
Through the winder valley wild and through the darkest night
Here comes the evil news of the coming fight
So love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace
All through the storm let the tides release
Love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace
All through the storm let the tides release
(chorus)
Come on down lost angel find us now
From the clouds above right down to the ground
Come on down lost angel find us now
From the clouds above right down to the ground
Lost Angels come on down
Stardust yeah we are and the river is pushed to bend
Too much too much of man
And stardust we will someday be again
Oh love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace
All through the storm let the tide release
Love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace
All through the storm let the tide release
(chorus)
song performed by by Heart
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Politics is not predictions and politics is not observations. Politics is what we do. Politics is what we do, politics is what we create, by what we work for, by what we hope for and what we dare to imagine.
quote by Paul Wellstone
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We Will All Be Good Niggers
We will all be good niggers.....to the chaos in the world
just as long as we believe that taxing the rich
will clothe and feed the poor___
or by aborting an unwanted fetus
we will be creating a better more loving world___
We will all be good niggers.....to the evil in world
as long as we try to negotiate a peace with evil
Evil unopposed is not peace but death......
and peace.....
Peace is but the dream of a conquered defeated people___
It is Evil's 'Dirty Little Secret'......
(2007)
poem by Ted Sheridan
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A Sensational Depressional Death Consumed As Tightly Ever By Thee.
Once one forlorn saddened day as i took aim to thy left wrist with a sharpened and honed razor's edged pupose intent...
T'was i crazed or just merely Hell bound as Hell bent.
Where had'st thy sanity went? ...
What days mismanged by Hell's mental'ed facitized.
Which zany menue in life of strife...
Why would'st this eternal flame and ever burning bush of genius,
wish to be extinguished?
Does thou seem well full of oneself? ...
Do veins in portaled body continue in vain?
In vain just be well kind enough for me to do well to explain...
Depression is a state of mind that one may well disagree.
Depression is a degree of stunted mental well being...
Depression is what life should be rid of for thee.
Why would one want to be as live in a very dillusional lie? ...
Why would one want to leave this life a worldly cowardly way to die?
Death be peace in all it's dreamy as happly promised way sent forward...
Peace is what gives off a promising way toward's a slumbering
sleepful journey thus far mis spent.
Death is a yearning for peace from Heaven promised to thee to be
from life finally free...
Unhappy depression can keep one all their life trapped as in an inescapeable tree.
To finally be depressionally freed...
We all have to want to be pushed away and out of our slowly held
state and be untreed.
poem by Michael Gale
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