Political Prisoners
by Brent Turner 2009
Political Prisoners I’m spinning in circles from this war on the streets
They’re starving our children just to balance their sheets
They lie to the masses when they tell us we’re free
There’s so many taking so much more than they need-
Red lights flash in homeless eyes at night
Revolution in my head
The change has come y’know the time is right
So hard to keep your family fed
and the state of the union keeps us searching for a better way
and there ain’t no reason for oppression in the USA
It’s so political when quasi-intellectuals are running our society
You’re all political prisoners like me
You’re just like me
The bill of rights has been torn in half by a court that has no shame
Are you right or are you left with the feeling we’re all the same ?
And there ain’t no reason to believe a single word you say
and there ain’t no reason for oppression in the USA
I Brent Turner give peace Poem Project permission to use my poem to promote peace.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Relationship (#8)
Relation Ship
Gus Brunsman ©2009 ©
It's about eye to eye contact.
Soul to Soul contact.
Honoring one another.
Building a safe nest to contain the relationship…
Safe touch.
Interdependence instead of codependence
Pliable boundaries that expand and contract
Response instead of reaction…
Love…
love of Self and others
Unconditional love …
I Gus Brunsman give Peace Poem Project permission to use my poem to promote peace.
June 25, 2009 ©
This poem appeared previously in IT HAS COME TO THIS edited by Chris Jansen.
Gus Brunsman ©2009 ©
It's about eye to eye contact.
Soul to Soul contact.
Honoring one another.
Building a safe nest to contain the relationship…
Safe touch.
Interdependence instead of codependence
Pliable boundaries that expand and contract
Response instead of reaction…
Love…
love of Self and others
Unconditional love …
I Gus Brunsman give Peace Poem Project permission to use my poem to promote peace.
June 25, 2009 ©
This poem appeared previously in IT HAS COME TO THIS edited by Chris Jansen.
I Visited the Veteran's Hospital Today, Oh Boy....(#7)
I Visited the Veteran's Hospital Today, Oh Boy...
by Peter Menkin
The fog sits and lives by the City
Where men with their sketches made
by nursing friends to strangers, linger
on the walls and in the memories.
Anonymous lessons of Caesar campaigns,
and American victories of elegant tours,
in journeys from many armies
are adorned by men with injuries tended.
This on the caverns and hallways
punctuated by building clinic,
hospital, Nursing Home, Ambulatory Center
for Veterans in San Francisco by the Pacific.
Limbs, lives, bodies nurtured with
desparite routine in diversity,
of legions in regular staff to
administer the chapel of balm to war injured.
Oh, boy, I saw the men today
and the women when visiting
the line at the Veteran's Hospital, Oh Boy.
I heard the news today, saw the results.
Care and treatment offered:
Tender mercies given with discipline,
received with gratitude, politics,
and golden hearts with purple glory
in sketches of lines of color in living faces.
A kind of memorial to wounded.
These, Oh, Boy, I read the news today
of American faces mingling comraderies
in wounded attention, ministrations of,
Oh, Boy, the agony was apparent in the quiet.
The fog rolls through the Golden Gate
in the City where the houses in their
colored array sit cheek to jowl; the men
talk of Senators and Officers, wait for prosthetics.
Oh, Boy, there is God who is around
the corner, down the hall. I read
the news today in the vastnessand hub bub to display a sketch of tenderness
"I Peter Menkin give Peace Poem Project permission to use my poem to promote peace. 6/21/2009"
by Peter Menkin
The fog sits and lives by the City
Where men with their sketches made
by nursing friends to strangers, linger
on the walls and in the memories.
Anonymous lessons of Caesar campaigns,
and American victories of elegant tours,
in journeys from many armies
are adorned by men with injuries tended.
This on the caverns and hallways
punctuated by building clinic,
hospital, Nursing Home, Ambulatory Center
for Veterans in San Francisco by the Pacific.
Limbs, lives, bodies nurtured with
desparite routine in diversity,
of legions in regular staff to
administer the chapel of balm to war injured.
Oh, boy, I saw the men today
and the women when visiting
the line at the Veteran's Hospital, Oh Boy.
I heard the news today, saw the results.
Care and treatment offered:
Tender mercies given with discipline,
received with gratitude, politics,
and golden hearts with purple glory
in sketches of lines of color in living faces.
A kind of memorial to wounded.
These, Oh, Boy, I read the news today
of American faces mingling comraderies
in wounded attention, ministrations of,
Oh, Boy, the agony was apparent in the quiet.
The fog rolls through the Golden Gate
in the City where the houses in their
colored array sit cheek to jowl; the men
talk of Senators and Officers, wait for prosthetics.
Oh, Boy, there is God who is around
the corner, down the hall. I read
the news today in the vastnessand hub bub to display a sketch of tenderness
"I Peter Menkin give Peace Poem Project permission to use my poem to promote peace. 6/21/2009"
Preparing for Worship (#6)
Preparing for Worship
By Peter Menkin—June 20, 2008
God, in the Sarcristy of the Church:
We encounter you—as
We go about our routine
Preparing for Communion.
Yet aware of beauty and the gratitude:
This is the day the Lord has made,
Let us be glad in it.
Doing the work of worship:
Preparing in this room, holy
Sacred items reverently placed.
One of us prepares the wine
for Communion,
for blessing:
Contained in silver; and the water,
For blessing, contained in silver.
The bread for the Body, prepared,
for Communion,
for blessing,
Offered on silver. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
These items that are earthly, memorials of You.
How lovely is your presence:
This sacred time of waiting,
Working, preparing, as we speak
Together quietly, in peace.
"I Peter Menkin give Peace Poem Project permission to use my poem to promote peace. 6/21/2009"....
By Peter Menkin—June 20, 2008
God, in the Sarcristy of the Church:
We encounter you—as
We go about our routine
Preparing for Communion.
Yet aware of beauty and the gratitude:
This is the day the Lord has made,
Let us be glad in it.
Doing the work of worship:
Preparing in this room, holy
Sacred items reverently placed.
One of us prepares the wine
for Communion,
for blessing:
Contained in silver; and the water,
For blessing, contained in silver.
The bread for the Body, prepared,
for Communion,
for blessing,
Offered on silver. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
These items that are earthly, memorials of You.
How lovely is your presence:
This sacred time of waiting,
Working, preparing, as we speak
Together quietly, in peace.
"I Peter Menkin give Peace Poem Project permission to use my poem to promote peace. 6/21/2009"....
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
T-Squared (#5)
All that remains are the footprints of the children who danced through the crimson
pools,
Fallen heros, the world cried...OUTRAGE, Bleeds the headlines!
In the end, the light of reason illuminates what the the dust of time attempts to hide.
10,000 oozing, wasted souls endure!
Joe G/
I give permission to peace poem project to use my poem 6/11/09
pools,
Fallen heros, the world cried...OUTRAGE, Bleeds the headlines!
In the end, the light of reason illuminates what the the dust of time attempts to hide.
10,000 oozing, wasted souls endure!
Joe G/
I give permission to peace poem project to use my poem 6/11/09
A Peace of the World (#4)
A peace of the world fell off
as we spun so wild, not free-
Breaking open,
lay a beating heart pumping hope
into the culture of me,
greed
me.
Sona Holman"
as we spun so wild, not free-
Breaking open,
lay a beating heart pumping hope
into the culture of me,
greed
me.
Sona Holman"
Monday, June 8, 2009
When It Is Time To Pray (#3)
When it is time to pray
(and it is time to pray
for peace
for peace
it is indeed time to pray)
I want to be
with you
entering the soul realm
stepping with each foot
onto the carpet
of fine, woven silk
the altar of devotion
Mother, Great Mother
we will call
Devi, Lakshmi
O Dark One
who does not flinch
in shadows,
no, she is both shadow and sun
Mother, Divine One
we will call together
plaintive and pleading
in supplication
in prostration
kneeling on the sacred ground
of our dreams
have mercy
stop the killing
we are tired, so tired
hungry and afraid
the Goddess
will be silent
there will be a pause
in time and space
And then we – you and I –
will stop grating the soil
with our torn hands
we will cease the ripping,
tearing of our hair
our grief will slacken
And the knowledge of
the breath will return
rising as One
you will breathe a
potent breath IN
and I will breathe
an ecstatic breath OUT
We will call PEACE
forth into our bodies
and OM will rumble
into sudden song
Om Shanti Shanti
Mother fill us
Mother fill us
fill us full
with this LOVE.
— Ana Holub, Mount Shasta, California, USA
I, Ana Holub, give permission to The Peace Poem Project to use my poem to promote peace. 3/3/09
(and it is time to pray
for peace
for peace
it is indeed time to pray)
I want to be
with you
entering the soul realm
stepping with each foot
onto the carpet
of fine, woven silk
the altar of devotion
Mother, Great Mother
we will call
Devi, Lakshmi
O Dark One
who does not flinch
in shadows,
no, she is both shadow and sun
Mother, Divine One
we will call together
plaintive and pleading
in supplication
in prostration
kneeling on the sacred ground
of our dreams
have mercy
stop the killing
we are tired, so tired
hungry and afraid
the Goddess
will be silent
there will be a pause
in time and space
And then we – you and I –
will stop grating the soil
with our torn hands
we will cease the ripping,
tearing of our hair
our grief will slacken
And the knowledge of
the breath will return
rising as One
you will breathe a
potent breath IN
and I will breathe
an ecstatic breath OUT
We will call PEACE
forth into our bodies
and OM will rumble
into sudden song
Om Shanti Shanti
Mother fill us
Mother fill us
fill us full
with this LOVE.
— Ana Holub, Mount Shasta, California, USA
I, Ana Holub, give permission to The Peace Poem Project to use my poem to promote peace. 3/3/09
Candid Skies (#2)
By Tricia Aeschbacher
Candid skies
Meet me gray
I'll go when
The blues will end
Melody pink
Flush apricot sway
Journey to home
On this blueberry day
Frosty white sky
Remind me when
Blend, colors blend
harmony gold
and
melodies blue
See you when
The tides are then
Dreams to catch
Away she flies
On her way
To candid skies
I, Tricia Aeschbacher, give permission to The Peace Poem Project to use my poem to promote peace. 5-9-09
Candid Skies
By Tricia Aeschbacher
Candid skies
Meet me gray
I'll go when
The blues will end
Melody pink
Flush apricot sway
Journey to home
On this blueberry day
Frosty white sky
Remind me when
Blend, colors blend
harmony gold
and
melodies blue
See you when
The tides are then
Dreams to catch
Away she flies
On her way
To candid skies
I, Tricia Aeschbacher, give permission to The Peace Poem Project to use my poem to promote peace. 5-9-09
Candid Skies
By Tricia Aeschbacher
4675 days (for Sadako #1)
A chain reaction beginning with neutrons
fired at atoms producing more neutrons
producing an exothermic apocalypse
ultimately ending a young girl’s life.
4675 days were all you were allowed.
Sadako Sasaki…
your daughter, my daughter
everyone’s child.
When violence is accepted
war and hatred is
consumated and blessed
with our thoughts and our actions
Let me make a difference
to be brave as
Sadako-san.
To be persistent in dream, vision and action.
To have the courage and commitment
to seek peace through nonviolence.
For our daughter, let the chain reaction
be that of love.
I, David K. Pennebaker give permission to The Peace Poem Project to use my poem to promote peace. 5/10/2009
fired at atoms producing more neutrons
producing an exothermic apocalypse
ultimately ending a young girl’s life.
4675 days were all you were allowed.
Sadako Sasaki…
your daughter, my daughter
everyone’s child.
When violence is accepted
war and hatred is
consumated and blessed
with our thoughts and our actions
Let me make a difference
to be brave as
Sadako-san.
To be persistent in dream, vision and action.
To have the courage and commitment
to seek peace through nonviolence.
For our daughter, let the chain reaction
be that of love.
I, David K. Pennebaker give permission to The Peace Poem Project to use my poem to promote peace. 5/10/2009
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