Poetry
Peace In a Poem
Dorothy T. Kiljan
Peace
is the rose
of the world.
Like the Wildflowers
Dorothy T. Kiljan
Consider life mysterious.
Let love grow like the wildflowers,
the native grasses, like forest trees.
Let there be every kind of flowering
plant in your heart.
Not one kind of love, not love for one alone
only -- but a wild and abundant flowering.
Fawn Pause For Peace
Cindy Lowry (Blue Jean Goddess)
On July 26, 2003 --- A gathering at Sterling ---- on the Pawnee National Grasslands
We took a united stand for the three courageous nuns ---
At M-10 (Tom Olson's Silo) seven Arvada peace and justice minds met --
They saluted the summer time sun in peace prayers recited --
A spontaneous discourse of personal reflections were spoken out loud, one by one ---
Across the way in a spacious farm field, a fair deer gazed in utter amazement ---
Moments of silence were stilled and captured ----
We arranged bright hot pink flyers proclaiming, ' CITIZENS FOR DISARMING ', under the gray stone
rocks ---
The wild sunflowers blossoms blew in the carefree zephyr breeze ---
A herd of white, black, and chocolate brown spotted horses turn their heads and
said, 'NAY'
It was a fawn pause for peace, in a sphere spiraling in a weird flux of unusual matter -------
IRAQ-NAM,
IRAQ-NAM -- VIET-NAM, VIET-NAM
Iraq-Nam, Iraq-Nam -- Viet-Nam, Viet-Nam --
Have our computer bytes minds scanned to realize our forgotten thirty year coincidence time ban --
Did we forget VIET-NAM?? Doesn't Iraq, man -- collide together in an uncanny parallel universe revisited??
The Viet-Cong bang their invisible 60's Gong with unseen sniper fire in the 24/7 unwritten screen stage play --
Baghdad Baath men prove that the insurgents purge our novice soldier's spirits with embedded suicide bombs blasting all about --
Neon colored Agent Orange deforms and scorns the super thick underbrush, while depleted uranium seeps poisonous fumes to askew all patriotic
values --
Conscientious objectors seek strong red maple leaf pain relief --- now
and the present intertwine into a backlash, backflash confusion ----
From the Me Kong Delta to the DMZ, the Viet-Cong ran on for more than a
decade score --- forever changing men's eyes wide --
From the supposedly safe Baghdad "green zone cone" to the No
Fly Zone --- 100,000 plus American lives just strive to survive the
daily patrols desert beat.
Wired young psyches escape the horror of war's gargoyle face by
inhaling, "Hey Judes'" magical grace
Flag waving, 'SUPPORT OUR TROOPS' yellow decals Americans extol that
they know the Almighty Truth --- the glorious sun arises each and every
day to our computer window fused ---
Oil for blood is not abiding love neither is a "police state"
of unconscious rhetoric unfound --
Nixon lied --- Young GI's died
Lyndon B. Johnson -- amassed us in to abyss of etched names on a black
slate Vietnam walking wall ---
George W. Bush lied --- once again too many young American men and women
died -- for What??
We're traveled down this "yellow submarine road" once before;
but -- Man, our 20/20 hind sight must have been blurred by all the
greedy oil loving machine known as George W. Bush/ Dick Cheney/ Donald
Rumsfield wailing blues --
These collateral blinks on our high definition TV screens seem to tell
the lessons learned in Vietnam have been so far removed -- red, white,
and blue coffins don't dot our e.dot com plain ---
Iraq-Nam, Iraq-Nam -- Viet-Nam, Viet-Nam
Did we forget Viet-Nam?
Silence is the apathy masquerade on the Fat Tuesday parade -- but no one
came --
The Brotherhood and Sisterhood of all humanity must unite and let his
nonsense program swirl until we hurl from their disengaged body parts
abound in total occupied Iraq state --
One verified democratic vote doesn't become an "instant
democracy", please --
How many more young men and women's lives must be sacrificed all for
President George W.'s compounding, multi-level lies, ever changing?
Disgracing our proud Lady Liberty's torch lit kissed ---
Why do we have 23 permanent military bases covering the endless miles of
broadband blood spoken sands??
When is a timely named timetable going to be released so that our blue
Americans can come home soon --- to a revised Star Spangled tune ---
Resound the mantra, loud -- long -- and strong -- SUPPORT OUR TROOPS --
BRING THEM HOME NOW!! before the Sunni Triangle of terror backfires ---
Iraq-Nam, Iraq-Nam --- Viet-Nam, Viet-Nam ---
Did our memories of past war mistakes fade like old ink on worn brown
parchment??
When will we learn to run about and make things write??
Scattered pieces of GI souls return once again to the every day world
lost that was bought with an unforgiven tale spell ---
We must open our eyes wide shut to the real "reality show known as
Iraq-Nam" ---
Iraq-Nam, Iraq-Nam --- Viet-Nam, Viet-Nam
Did we forget Vietnam?
Did we forget Vietnam?
Did we forget Vietnam???
Peace, Cindy --- BLUE JEAN GODDESS
Earth Dream
Daniel James Kirk
Earth
My cathedral
Home
In my heart I always dream that I am strolling the sandy beaches of your seas
I pause and kneel
Running your fabric through my fingers
Heat of the sand massaging my knees
All my days spent working
I dream of walking your crystalline poles
High mountains
Green valleys
And waterfall eroded canyons.
Peaceful I live
Content to worship under your rainbow arches
To witness seasons and glorious days
Without end
Peace Sense
Daniel James Kirk
Peace sounds like the stars twinkling
And corn stretching and popping in the green fields.
Peace looks like a sidewalk cafe
Workers in aprons laughing with the customers
Sizzling rainbows steaming on plates
Table canopies tilted at jaunty angles.
Peace smells like hotdogs
Lilacs
And buttery corn on the cob.
Like a snow storm that turns the world colorfully white
Or the seventh inning stretch at the old ball game
Or a raft drifting down the ages in the canyons of the Colorado
Peace lingers in the memory
And feels like cotton candy.
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