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 It's NOT About me or you, but US
Blue or green? Which is the color of the sea? in my minds eye I see Heavenly aquamarine waves melding undulating..... HARMONIOUSLY thoughts stir inside of me questions flood my mind crashing through the Divine my Faith deeply embedded In my fluid cognition perspective comes along with me my emotions flow across the pages expressing my visions , promises , and aspirations speaking hopefully tactful but , bluntly with my compassionate heart wide open my way of coping examining the world we live in today amongst people not knowing what to say and/or think music of my words soothes my as tears flow..............continuously immortalized in bold black ink Praying for peace on earth U-N-I-T-Y UNITY seeing people become ghost turning their back to me when I need them the most sometimes as hard as I try personalities , circumstances clash I cry knowing when to part peacefully is a challenge to say the least I'll bid you well in all you do pretense of all is good While I longer like you is not me I will always respect and Love you discarding negative memories wishing you the best may you be continuously Blessed seeing folks without faith or hope in their eyes frustration comes my way endless questions some without tangible solutions lost within frustration and confusion I turn to my Faith and Devotion of Love unconditional for one and all deep inside the chambers of my heart Its chipped like fragile glass , but , not shattered at peace within a path in my mind of hope for better days no way am I perfect for , only one is our SAVIOR many a time I error my conscience keeps check of my behavior I like to lead not to follow my ultimate grip Is stereotypes fat, thin, short, and/or tall to me makes no difference at all black ,white, red, yellow, and brown or a combination of a few or all straight, bi , lesbian ,or homosexual religious , spiritual , or atheist I LOVE you ALL UNITED WE Stand divided we fall We live ,we Love ,we learn how my fellow Brothers and Sisters Love is not my concern What is though IGNORANCE lack of common sense rationalization for me did we not all descend from the same family? do I hail from another realm I Pray not cause its not about you or me but, US TOLERANCE No not acceptance but , RESPECT must always be ever so present I stride within confidence please always know I will be true with unwavering Love for you I am not a part time friend my Love is consistent No beginning , middle , or end © 2009 Night Writer
  ONE POEM
Breathing To a cosmic pulse Heartbeats echo In perfect rhythm perfect rhyme One poem one path Beating in synchronicity Connecting one to another Universally
Planting seeds Of unconditional love Surrendering Flying like a dove Journeys join Seeing through one eye Sharing the warmth Under the sun
A rainbow Smiling in the sky With global generosity Spreading the light No darkness or hunger Just harmony Always giving Always free
Close your eyes Go to sleep Wake up To World Peace One sun One moon One heart One poem
Lindy Tefft 10/7/11
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 H-er love has been relentless E-ven though we failed to Pray A- sign of Mother Earths eternal L-ove thats here to stay I-ncrease the Love and energy N-ow is the time for Peace G-od's gracious gifts of Healing "THE"
U-nite in Love and never cease N-ow is the time for oneness I-n everthing we do V-oices joined together E-very culture, every hue R-espect each others journey S-how you Really care E-veryone is special "AND"
W-orth taking time to share O-ur Universe is calling R-enewal is round the bend L-ove is truly Healing D-edicate all that you can send
P-lease take the time to Think About E-ach action that you take A-nd know that Peace and Healing C-an be the Difference that "You" make! E-ternal Blessings as we join together in Love for World Peace and Healing to Our Universe
Namaste Sandye M Roberts DD Halos 711 Email : HALOS711@aol.com  Poetically competing for World Peace
I was listening to the radio They were combining the concepts Poetry Contest and world peace So naturally I felt I fit in I picked up my paper and pen , I was ready to wage war on war For the sake of world peace not to mention all the other mentioned stuff A Real publishing deal.. Tell the artist lounge to keep a seat warm for me Bout to make an everyday connection to world peace
I will unleash my inner child to take advantage and press on Like a Nlistic Soulder for world peace Be an opportunist who seizes the opportunity to shine I’m ready to be the poetic version of Oprahs’ world peace book club Tour me round the world on the internet god will take care of the rest After I beat world peace, world hunger is next
I will somehow poetically convince war mongers That it is a time for peace I just created a battle in their mind They are fighting the previous line So I ask that they just give up fighting themselves They will win by just stopping
Yeap, all the killing can stop for sake of helping me Sure I can make the top three entries if I follow rules as stated And somehow don’t offend any one Can’t push any of the hot buttons Except the anti- lovers of war button of course World peace can’t happen if we still love war
Drop the guns join a poetically spoken group Shoot me with words Scribe me some poetry Take me to a Speak Easy Café and touch my thoughts So we can start with home peace, and then block peace Then neighborhood peace then city peace So on to finally have world peace
We can walk around holding hands with strangers at will Without having to worry about getting robbed, kidnapped, or killed Yeah I need a poem about that, and then I could win The prize is a broke poets dream A just add me Publishing deal and all kinds of promotions
In exchange for just one poem about world peace That would bring some peace to my world So In other words instead of dream of world peace A bunch of other poets got to be beat by a poem about world peace Seems kind of ironic to me That’s that piece about world peace
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This Thing . . .I know not what curious factors compel me to hold you in my thoughts each day, all day. I anticipate with longing each moment we share whether it be speech or your presence. I neither know not what drives and directs me to sit and exact this communication revealing my inner self in such a manner. I have long learned the incrimination of putting one’s feelings in writing, but I care not. All too often the things I desire to say, I lose courage to say, and the words melt away in to the abysmal nothingness that abides with us all. All too often in life there are moments and experiences that acquaint us with something or someone special, and we do not comment. To not at least acknowledge that our souls have been touched, stirred or moved is a sin against life itself. It is holding all that is dear in life in disdain. I, as we all do, know and understand the rules of man and social structure and it’s condemning nature for what it can not accept, understand or control. well . . . This Thing is of a non conforming nature within the structure that wishes to erect the edifices of it’s own greatness only to pass into history as a time that used to be. This Thing is timeless, universal and cares not of the rules that are set upon the table before itself to abide by. This Thing existed long before man could utter his desire for order and conformity. This Thing fractures the rules by which we so vehemently deny ourselves and our divinity. This Thing cares not save for the opportunity to share itself with another…. Unabashed…. Uninhibited…. and Unrestrained.! This Thing will either be our undoing or our salvation in this life…but in the infinite misunderstanding of our existence, This Thing is all that there is. This Thing is the Mother of all that exists. It is the relationship between all living things…. each of it’s own kind. As we develop in our consciousness we come to understand and accept that we are all connected and interdependent, for all is one. I have encountered thee and I aspire to thee to become one with thee. For This Thing I will suffer the indulgences of a finite society, for my cause is timeless. This Thing have brought thee through many histories and lifetimes and we shall go forth with much more…. for I am but a servant. Thou has awakened in me this Thing that has lied so dormant for too long. I acknowledge the grandeur of This
Thing I have found in thee, for This Thing is . . . . . . Love ! (c) 1985 – 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.
07 this thing just bill.mp3 The Poet know that we are the enchanting magicians that nourishes the seeds of dreams and thoughts of others . . . it is our words that entice the hearts and minds to believe there is something grand about the possibilities that life has to offer and our words tease it forth into action . . . for you are the Poet, the Writer to whom the Gift of Words has been entrusted . . . wsp  |
I Dreamed of Peace 
The Antithesis
he looked about him at a world that no longer hurt numbed beyond the dumb-downed-ness that initiated this mess that tested the very patience of creation
his eyes and his soul had long ago lost it’s pain but not it’s suffering
somewhere in the recesses of his mind he remembered smiles and laughter Children Playing people talking to each other
he almost managed a smile but he could not escape this reality every since hope was banished from the world’s existentialism
what have we done had we slept too long he asked
he was tortured by this question every wakened moment of every day of his life better yet what have we not done
children these days marched as drones just as he had done so many years ago as he slept through life sleep walked through life
giving of his word but not his voice nor his deed planting seeds in an unfertile garden that ushers forth a tasteless fruit
just like all the others the people the communities the nations humanity
the big Corporations and the Banks and the Special Interest Groups had won the battle of their selfish greed over that of integrity compassion and equanimity yet they too lost the war along with us all for we all were human humane perhaps at one time so long ago
and a new man was born with their asses whacked and their lives pre destined by those who took the Hypocritic Oath of Silence while screaming insdie
yes they were smacked thrust into a world of an eternal dismality where the balance and frailty of goodness was no longer a part of the equation
most people never spoke to each other these days for their ways were beyond their sensitivities for they no longer had any all left behind in a past they could not remember
and their proclivity was a simple existence one of simply live to die
many vied for the unknown journey death would provide them the ultimate release for their Soul that still clutched a hidden reckoning though it had long ceased it’s beckoning for they / we did not listen
life no longer glistened with wonder they had no sunshine in their lives just a continuous fabric of doom and gloom as they assumed the position without opposition of any kind never mind the reason
he remembered the riots and the burning of clergy and priests without cease until they too were liberated from the clutches of their own dogma who knew it would come to this
and speaking of dogs and pets they did not exist they had long ago been eaten for the food was all contaminated with man made pestilence irradiated right in front of our sedated eyes
as i said no one really realized it would come to this no chance for bliss or the kiss of happiness or anything that resembled such
funny the twist life takes when we make no amends to initiate a change
i now embrace and must face yes i must see that change depends on you depends on me
we usually always get what we allow don’t we
and he asks why didn’t he vote for change by showing up and assist in the denial of the corrupt legions of fear within himself and the world about him
and now this is what has been heralded in
this day is the result of choosing quiet and silence instead of shouting loud in the crowd of his fellow man
and this day he clearly understood once more that when the door of opportunity for goodness comes about we must walk through it boldly in the full colors and sounds of our convictions without restrictions and the common contradictions that separates me from you me from the whole
otherwise we get what we deserve for we have served ourselves the poisoned meal of acquiescence the consciousness of death and now we all pray for it lay for it
and if i had any mercy let well . . .
Death the antithesis to Peace and Healing hereby sealing the future in a dark grave with no air to breath one of desolate dismalities and abysmal disparity where the balance and frailty of goodness and parity was no longer a part of the formula nor equation the landscape where any sort of elation had no persuasion or voice
for if we act not for change we get what we allow our choice
and that is
the antithesis
(c) 17 October 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr. Join us in our effort to elevate the consciousness of the World and tell everyone you know about : World Healing, World Peace Poetry Contest 2012
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