Thank you for Peace Poem Project's success at the fair.
Hello All,
The Marin County Fair was a splendid success for Peace Poem Project. We collected enough cranes to be approximately a tenth of the way to our first Senbazuru. The most amazing thing was to see that the project works…the point is to get people thinking about peace. It was wonderful to see 5th graders sit for twenty minutes contemplating what to write or to watch the little ones light up when they said what made them happy. I loved seeing that people wanted to be included and could put aside their fears of writing because they felt it was important. Here are four of my favorites:
Peace (#13)
by Samantha 6 ½ years old
Peace is love including
Kindness that
Includes
Being kind to
Mama Earth
…………………………………………………………………………………..
Peace (#12)
By Daniela Nicole 9 5/6 years old
I think PEACE needs to be spread
I think there needs to be a PEACE sign on everyone’s head
I think the world needs birth
For love, PEACE and hope all around the earth
…………………………………………………………………………………………
Fire Peace Dude (#11)
By Julien 10 years old
The Fire Peace Dude
His name is rude
Peace is his destiny
The world is at ease
When rude is
In Peace
……………………………………………………………………………………………
Breaking (#10)
By Kevin Cao (around 15 years old a break dancer)
Breaking is peace
Peace is a style
Balance is peace.
My heart is filled with gratitude to each and every one of you that made this possible:
Melanie and Tennessee for helping me, with their enthusiasm, before the fair and Tennessee for taking our first peace poem crane to Hiroshima, (can’t wait to see the photos).
The Marin Arts Council:
Thanks for thinking of me and giving me the booth. Argo and Lance rule!
The Marin County Fair:
Charlie and Julie thank you for giving me an extra day at the fair and for all of your support and encouragement and golf cart rides.
Bay Area Computer Training:
What can I say, Ken and Janet, you have been an integral part of Peace Poem Project, with your vigilant support, from the beginning. You helped me in all sorts of ways everyday:
from computer training to supplying typing paper, to car rides, to hands on help with the participants …I could not have pulled it off without you.
The World March for Peace and Non-Violence. www.worldmarch.usa.net check out the website
Our friend Janet, whose tireless work for world peace and non-violence, has actually been the reason we are all connected together. Thank you Janet, for everything and everyone.
Rumi Restaurant:
Thanks Perry for sending Melanie and me to the Robert Bly reading at Dominican. Not only did it reinforce my belief in the power of poetry but Robert let me stand up and tell the whole audience about Peace Poem Project.
Novato Peace:
Don you were so generous to bring your Peace Poles to the fair for me. I think we had the most beautiful booth at the fair. I’ll post pictures as soon as I get them. I also thank you for the car ride.
The MYC (Marin Youth Center):
John and Letitia it was fabulous to have you film the booth and interview me. Letitia was spot on as an interviewer and I look forward, not only to seeing the footage, but also to doing more together in the future.
Guadagne Family:
You helped immeasurably on Saturday by not only getting me there, but also by providing an opening, to other youth, to come in the tent just by your presence. Joe your daily support is the foundation that our true friendship rises upon.
Takashi and Yuki:
Arigato Takashisan. You gave me a validity and priceless support that was beyond anything I had dreamed of.
Mark Stefanski:
What an amazing gift, you gave me, by opening up the world of Marin Academy to me.
I thank you for that and every thing else, including transport. What an amazing person you are.
My Splendiferous Team:
Anjuli, Allie and Lauren put in tireless hours teaching, folding and helping people bring out their inner thoughts. Each of you were amazing and so necessary … you made the event possible.
Erica:
Thanks for your support, your participation and your friendship.
Christine:
Thanks for believing in me.
Everyone who emailed or called and gave me support;
You are my life-blood.
With great respect and gratitude,
Charselle
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Political Prisoners (#9)
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.
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.
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
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Peace Poem Project
1,000 poems of peace
folded into 1,000 paper cranes
1,000 paper cranes taken to the Peace Park in Hiroshima
Honoring Sadako Sasaki and all children killed, maimed and injured in adult wars.
Youth showing the way to Peace for all.
The Peace Poem Project was started, with love, by Charselle Hooper on February 15,2009, at Janet Shirley and Ken Dickinson's home at a 'Poets On Peace' event for
folded into 1,000 paper cranes
1,000 paper cranes taken to the Peace Park in Hiroshima
Honoring Sadako Sasaki and all children killed, maimed and injured in adult wars.
Youth showing the way to Peace for all.
The Peace Poem Project was started, with love, by Charselle Hooper on February 15,2009, at Janet Shirley and Ken Dickinson's home at a 'Poets On Peace' event for
"The World March for Peace and Non-Violence" http://www.marchamundial.org/en
We will do an anthology of the poems, print the poems on origami paper and fold them into cranes and deliver them to Peace Park in Hiroshima. We will document our poetic journey in visual images, on the world wide web and in many other mediums.
We are currently seeking funding for this project to help call: 1.415.453.5362.
Send peace poems along with this sentence: I (your name) give permission to The Peace Poem Project to use my poem to promote peace. Then date it. I will then post them to the web.
peacepoemproject@gmail.com
Peace,
Charselle
We are currently seeking funding for this project to help call: 1.415.453.5362.
Send peace poems along with this sentence: I (your name) give permission to The Peace Poem Project to use my poem to promote peace. Then date it. I will then post them to the web.
peacepoemproject@gmail.com
Peace,
Charselle
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