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Jerusalem

Jerusalem, in the white of night,  
  with all the ages steeped upon your shoulders, 
  and the tombs of fading kings; 
  history has been unkind to thee, 
  and the desert sea laden with endless enemies ----
  thou shooting star who shawn too bright! ----
  how wan the dying rose with Mecca roaring in the wind! 
  how it whispers a new witchcraft.... 

A new shackle the zealots bring, on hallowed ground.... 
  where angels fear to tread, lest they spill blood,
  like the lot of man, the rockets shall bring peace, they say!
  and from the east the Palestian, crushed like grapes in a winepress,
  betwixt Hebrew and madmen; 

'O Jerusalem, how the Lillie's lilt in thy wan shadow, 
  how the purge of men shudders to hear your final breath....
  no sun shines on thee like a risen Christ; 
  no banner he bears but love, 
  no weapon formed but wisdom to silence paranoia;
  lay down your swords, and he shall rebuild thee in three days

'O Jerusalem,
  you old arrid hero,
  who needs but the nectar of peace to heal thy ancient bones,
  an old name whispers on the wind.....

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2016

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The Wild Child

My past was violent.
My world was quaint.
They made me a demon,
instead of a saint.
My past was full of cruelty.
They called it love.
I only felt the darkness,
as they preached from above.
They said I was a sinner,
that I should change my ways.
Whilst I cried with fury,
I hoped, an end to my days.
They shackled my wrists,
and tried to warp my mind.
Telling me, in Gods love,
freedom I would find.
With pride and arrogance,
they did this to a child.
They tried to birth a sheep.
Born rather, an animal that is wild.

-Angel Fatale-

Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2015

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Terror, Violence, and The Truth

The root cause of Terror is simply Hate,
The lust to control the world with Power.
Denial of this fact will not negate
Its existence, its evident goal there.
Tendrils of this movement we know now reach
Seats of power and might in government.
Truth is so blurred as they dictate and preach
Their beliefs as peaceful,  not violent.
Yet by actions any faith is made true
Their beliefs are proven.... by what they do.



Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.15.16



"Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, 
and whether it be right. "  Proverbs 20:11

Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2016

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Cain's Self Denial 2015

  Cain's Self Denial 2015

4 a m again alone,
In a room full of peers
A raging war is being fought,
Confined between your ears
Drafted into battle, with no enemy to engage
Yet volunteering unwillingly fueling dueling rage
Mystic river flows, with the blood of innocent
No longer even knowing, or caring how truth was bent
Angry at nobody, and everyone in between
Sabotaging yourself, and unraveling every seam.
Imaginary enemies
Whose roles change day to day 
A game with no clear rules 
Consciously  unconsciousness, I know that I must pay 
What promise can be spoken, to bring life into the void, uttered self denial, to speak within the ploy
And the enemy I can't see,  nor begun to understand 
Callously reflects my cards and always tips my hand
The price you pay for breaking souls, just keeps on feeling cheaper 
You soothe your conscience with the ancient line that your not your brother's keeper
There's no bad and there's no good, you played the only hand you could 
.
And the hollow eyes around you, pretend they couldn't see
You shake your head and try your best to pretend you don't believe 
Yet you know too well the horror. . .  Of what you've come to be

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

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ALLAHU AKBAR

Allahu Akbar!
Heads rolled, limbs frayed, wow!
An ocean of blood, Allahu Akbar!!
Their reason for the season

Martyrs of wiles on these simple lie
Allahu Akbar! 20 virgins tiredly waiting,
Fresh tomatoes winking
it is I

Allahu Akbar!!
Peace in white, simplicity adorning
God in man, man in God
Emmanuel

Will peace through these heathen rise?
Or shall their Alleluias ring? Allahu Akbar!
From the east, their tiny star shone
Dome, doom, mime, maim, gbom!
Allahu Akbar!!

Shoulder to shoulder they stood
Allahu Akbar!
Echoing in splaterring flesh
God in man, man in God
Allahu Akbar!

God is the greatest
Senile man plays God
fixing the wrongs of who,
Allah?

Fireworks in their sky
curl up before lightening kiss the thunder
joy immeasurable facing the star
winking tomatoes screaming I
Je suis Charlie

The Ka'bah, so peaceful
see how it stitches the world
with bombs and explosives
from Baga to Paris
peace offering chanting
Allahu Akbar!

Copyright © OPEMIPO AKINSOYINU | Year Posted 2015

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The Ordinary Care of Providence

Madison's defense of the establishment clause to the Virginia legislature:
"Religion both existed and flourished, not only without the support of human laws, but in spite of every opposition from them, and not only during the period of miraculous aid but long after it had been left to its own evidence and the ordinary care of Providence."

                                          May I say
electromagnetic waves. Radiant energy.
Light travels in waves
                                  Waves of what?
Electromagnetic waves consist of electric and magnetic fields
oscillating at right angles to each other
and to the direction of motion of the wave.
                                                                 All waves can be described
in terms of amplitude, wavelength, frequency and speed.

Waves of what?
                         Think of a hand waving. The wave itself
is virtual, ideal. The hand and eyes are waves. The wave's
a quantum guess.
                           Religion and electromagnetic waves - visible, audible,
                           ideal
causing real reactions in earth-time (real as it gets). Madison's
ordinary
             care of Providence
                                          impossible to handle.

Needed is a medium: antenna, cathode ray, page,
body
        hairy, sweaty
                            diurnal
with the capacity to say Providence electromagnetic visible light
element god.
                    Alone in your life and body. Say
the heavy word
weighty word
isotope
            charged word (ion god)
the particle physicist and political philosopher have it over the poet
who is sharing ignorance
                                      pretty much all he doesn't know.

Or who stays within a dimension she knows she knows, extrapolating
her hand in a child's hand or husband's hold or nest in a tree hole
limited government
                             separation of powers
                                                             daily low intensity warfare
light, radio and gamma waves
                                             Waves of what?
"Matter can be treated by both wave and particle theories (the duality of matter) since its convertible counterpart - light - has long been treated successfully by both theories."
convertible counterpart
                                    light matter light

Solutions to the equations are called wave functions, or orbitals.
"Religion or the duty which we owe our Creator and the manner of discharging it can be directed only by reason and conviction, not by force or violence. It is proper to take alarm at the first experiment on our liberties. We hold this prudent jealousy to be the first duty of Citizens, and one of the noblest characteristics of the late Revolution. The free men of America did not wait till usurped power had strengthened itself by exercise and entangled the question in precedents. They saw all the consequences in the principle and they avoided the consequences by denying the principle. We revere this lesson too much to soon forget it."

Last night's movie She's No Angel on the Christian channel
begged many essential questions (and had bad music)
                                                                                 why
the loving liberal successful couple should
keep a shotgun in the home (later used per Shakespeare)
                                                                                      what
the community's (authority's) reaction to the violence
and precipitating dissembling might have been (per The Crucible)
                                                                                                 whether
the golden spiritual couple would subsequently dissemble lobby or defend
themselves and the loved one legally and lengthily (per Dostoyevsky)
                                                                                                  where
unclean tragic outcomes end in Death's cleanliness
ravens eat the fur and guts of bad guesses off the roads (per A Designer
      of Systems)

but not I think missing
the deeper lesson

that she is neither her past
nor her wings

but a pure goodness
                               bone stillness
                                                    potential energy

a light wave
and a particle.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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Illusion

My God; Their God
Supreme delusion
Religion 

Copyright © Bishop Ezeh | Year Posted 2014

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APOCALYPSE NOW

APOCALYPSE NOW!

There was 
a time when war 
became no more and time
stopped.  Why reason?

There is
a time when feuds
become Armageddon.
Life stops dead still...
______________/
Verlena S. Walker
Date: April 13, 2014
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest Name: THREADS OF SYLLABLES 
Form: AQUARIAN 
4th Place

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Fertile Crescent, iii

Fertile Crescent
and Vestigial Conscience

The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed

Where early mans' dawn is, 
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to
full stomachs for our children, solid comfort during our elders’ aging and respite needs
 
That McChrystal was sacrificed at the altar
the way Abraham (*pause) to show faith
O yea, my ancient ancestors from Ireland
Maybe they had roots in Celtic lore
Heralding Beowulf’s heroics
And maybe they had someone in some way connected to 
 various seafaring warring factions!
 
Tyranny and takeover spark hatred
vitriolic
blinding rage, like
action- oriented swarming killer bees~
Vestigial, then, is it - our
primordial consciousness?

Weeping flows, but flash floods cannot compare, 
and the burn of fury that hot lava
NO! of liquid molten, from the deepest depths of Earth's core - 
even that cannot compare 
to the condemnation
my foe must assume.
 
With this pen I secure my conduit to the divine, 
My unpretentious foothold here from my pedestal, 
denouncing injustice! 
My spears are fueled
 
Fertile Crescent
Ghosts of pharaohs
Branded timeless in stone
Reigning order
Condemning the vilified,
as it is published by
The Royal Geographical Society:
Syria as the Gateway between East and West
Leonard Woolley
The Geographical Journal
Vol. 107, No. 5/6 (May - Jun., 1946), pp. 179-190)
And why shouldn’t this be so?
 
Beowulf, an earliest epic
Of Old English
How proud and agile to be able
To confer your legacy in written format
Onto your generations and incursions ~
 
Daughters of the American Revolution, 
weren't you early colonists settling in Maryland?
Wasn't The Crown's high noon tea wrought with hypocrisy?

I was wrong when I supposed 
McCongress ordered striking the King's son
off the Dollar Menu, To Go, 
when they showed up at the
Drive-Thru window
 
Morocco & France have tensions
today that sprouted around this very topic, you know.
Everyone has to pay attention to who the special children are, 
from the special castes - it is written and taught in
children's international fairytales 
written by nations collectively-
cultures present their insides
in their telling of morals embellished
inside gripping tales
to their children,
use of cultural symbols and
delectable terms,  the signs all 
lead directly to the diaper room. 
But for this poet, it was the Irish potato famine
forbidding entry into libertine culture.

Copyright © Jen Franks | Year Posted 2013

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Capital Carnage

Remember, Remember, the 7th of July,
When seven explosions decided who’d die .
As underground stations were bombed into hell,
To fulfil the sick plans of a terrorist cell.

Remember the slaughter, destruction and pain,
And the people who'll not see their families again.
Remember the ones who are injured for life,
Who’ll carry their scars through a lifetime of strife.

Remember that people can be so pervert,
As to follow a cause and care not who they hurt.
Is this what's become of the whole human race?
The way some behave is a tragic disgrace.

We'll stand up for Country, for God, and for Queen,
And glorify all that is bloody obscene.
We don't give a damn for the carnage we cause,
As long as we think that we've backed the right horse.

Remember, remember, when London was bombed,
By terrorist bastards who sung their own song.
But it's not only them who are in evil's spell,
It's half of mankind who reside there as well.

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 41

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 41

More the imagination more damnation
Where would Earth be without Galileo’s lens
The Truth dares us in the face – condemnation

Ancient Greeks refined the mind spirit nation
And yet let their gods abuse their common sense
More the imagination more damnation

All roads led to Rome and the Inquisition
El Hidalgo de la Mancha’s comeuppance
The Truth dares us in the face – condemnation

Quixotic souls in windmills seek ruination
Who made Socrates take hemlock in Athens
More the imagination more damnation

Which mundane god revealed depths of Creation
Which holy tract mysteries of Existence
The Truth dares us in the face – condemnation

Hermeneutics – art of deviation
How we love to split mythic hairs with incense
More the imagination more damnation
The Truth dares us in the face – condemnation

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9-11

"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey

"There is reason to get excited"
The seeker, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel our governments a joke"

"Now you and I, we've lived through this
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Liars kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
The C.I.A. did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower on that tragic September day
We need some investigation, for someones has to pay
Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late

We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day
We need some investigation, for someone has to pay
All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries
We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower




James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will
live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so
called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . .
'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not.

To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you.


 All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed 



Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 48





Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 48

Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Tsunamis El Ninos smog haze acid rains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Qian the Father Kun the Mother did hands shake
But Eldest Son Zhen can put mankind in chains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake

Final signs there to see which we still forsake
Can World War scenarios depict real pains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Class race religion which can most money make
What takes over countries do it for its gains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake

Mythic gods we concoct for our ego’s sake
Have not they all harmed us more than mindless brains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Nation States make fated World we must un-make
The single choice One Race One World or HELL reigns
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

-	End of Part Two  

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Gods Holy War

Oh! Sleep come claim me for thine own
My mind it wanders far and deep
To distant lands and shores unknown
Far beyond this castle keep

To fight for God on land and tide
To make the heathen understand
My kindred brethren at my side
A christian vow a sword in hand

Their foreign tongues and ritual chants
Oh! Lord they know not what they do
Forgive them Lord their ignorance 
Their demi-gods they falsely woo

God grant me strength to bare the proof
From those that practice to deceive
Sins of the flesh and cloven hoof
Oh! What a tangled web they weave

'Tis only death and death alone 
Will cleanse the soul and purge the mind
As rabid dogs tear flesh from bone
The will of God his axe they grind

The Devils work must ne'er be done
Cross not our path nor bar our way
The Lord our God thy will be done
The Judas tree will rock and sway

No equal nowhere on this earth
Cruel deeds to shame Marquis De Sade
Whilst crimson tides iinfuse the dirt
Our just and holy Lords crusade

For Hell i've seen and made my own
Grant me my Lord my endless sleep
What devils deeds and seeds we've sown
In Christs own name how he must weep

Copyright © peter walsh | Year Posted 2014

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 40

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 40

All Man and man-made things given time perish
Nations religions empires loghead gods
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

Would that Man saw fit to live free of fetish
He could free himself from the need to cross swords
All Man and man-made things given time perish

When Man gives birth to gods he’s more than selfish
Thinks he could earn the favours of grateful gods
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

Not one god we create respect we their wish
Those who engender them wish to end up gods
All Man and man-made things given time perish

What the Buddha wished we may still accomplish
Make not human suffering the burden of gods
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

Pull that arrow from bleeding breast in anguish
Attend to your gaping wounds not those of gods
All Man and man-made things given time perish
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Medieval Ages work still in progress

I'll write to you of medieval ages,
Foreign lands,knights and of many sages.
Medieval verse,and versification
With ancient meter I shall imitate,
To flesh out this age's animation.
And stories fictional and real I'll tell.

The souls of sundry virtues and vices
I shall show to men of all kinds of eyes,
So that I their souls might excite to life. 
Who truly is alive without his senses,
yet many minds live with mental fences. 
The Gods were chased away from this  bright land,

And many countries were drowned in darkness.
Art was unpainted,clogged up fairy wells. 
Unlearning became the new science of man 
And music deemed to be of Satan birthed 
For its mirth, and carnal rhythmic pleasures.
Oh of truth this divine art of muses,

Music's mothers, the soul with beauty fuses,
Yet still were libraries burned to ashes, 
and with timeless secrets the fool clashes.
 Empires undone from within and out,
To be hewn down by hounds to war devout,
Who from savage forests came to devour 

The sheep and the pampered puppies of Rome.
The Gods did pity these once great races,
the light torchbearers which the dark faces
with it’s all consuming flames of sheer might
which scorches into ashes scrap and dross,
to fuel its holy energy and fire,

the giver to mankind of life so sought.

Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2013

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 38

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent- 38

More the man-made gods the more the quarrel
Who wants to pray in a private night-club
Each faithful thinks his god’s beyond riddle

Where faithfuls gather their gods aren’t idle
Rather would they arm theirs to teeth with club
More the man-made gods the more the quarrel

Strange each nation sports some god from cradle
Nations want exclusive membership club
Each faithful thinks his god’s beyond riddle

All nations dream holding World by bridle
So they give their gods the fossil fumes rub
More the man-made gods the more the quarrel

When words from gods one another needle
Do they hesitate to reach for the club
Each faithful thinks his god’s beyond riddle

Now that gods got our Earth in a throttle
Will ONLY GOD intervene: that’s the rub
More the man-made gods the more the quarrel
Each faithful thinks his god’s beyond riddle

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39  

Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Is violence life-wire of existence
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Violence in warp and woof of our nature
Can one avoid being part of violence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder

Who put Arjuna on guard against anger
The cause of the Great War was not in suspense
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Arrogate violence and commit blunder
Can one take life and affirm his existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder

Taoists live life in accord with Nature
The seasons come and go in munificence
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Make not god to quibble about his Father
No god re-appears like this Grand Existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Can GOD come into being beyond Nature

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 25

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 25

Followers are made from day one in the womb
Not gods but by men in the full-length skirt
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Do not men in frocks drive terror promise doom
Those who heed not words they stuff into gods first
Followers are made from day one in the womb

Can honourable men raise gods from the tomb
Invite them back to earth slake believers’ thirst
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Who split their gods’ words plunge followers in gloom
Make dissenters fight staunch believers first
Followers are made from day one in the womb

Sexless men tear each other under own dome
Then order robot men to give up the ghost
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Who forbids men from praying under one dome
Don’t middle-men stoked by sybarite Sophist
Followers are made from day one in the womb
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

-	End of Part One –

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 24

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 24

Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
And in private plot the ruin spurn another’s faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece

Zoroastrians Zen-Buddhists Jains Taoists
Do they seek to adorn other faiths in wreath
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace

Declare there’s just ONE GOD when put in tight squeeze
Why then cling on for life on one’s own blind faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece

No believer conditioned by birth will release
Supremacy of his another’s not to loath
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace

Look How religions flourish in locked inland seas
Once kings renounce or conquerors ram down faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece

And think why the ONLY GOD does not want peace
The Creator sets the ground rules in good faith
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Washed Away

Disgusted by what I see
There's nothing left between you and me
Forcing myself to walk away
The heart that cares lead me astray
Coldness, is the only thing left
By means of your generous theft
Start being fearless 
After witnessing you being heartless.

I pray to be stronger
I pray to be forgetful
Yet I feel getting weaker than ever
Yet I feel retribution back in full.
Repeating itself, like waves, washed me away
in tides of time and despair, forever.

Clenching my fists.
False prophets, false men
I'll make glass falls like rain

And crucify you for this pain.

Copyright © James Hou | Year Posted 2016

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 23

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 23

We make gods and to protect resort to arms
Do gods call upon men to save their honour
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms

Are gods so helpless as to be without qualms
Are not true gods invincible with valour
We make gods and to protect resort to arms

If gods are Gods Almighty full of charms
Could not they simply make this Life disappear
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms

There’s no business like the call for holy alms
Care may the poor sick spastics die of hunger
We make gods and to protect resort to arms

No god we ever raised left us his own psalms
So we split his word to kill brother doubter
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms

If gods could wage wars would they need human arms
Could not they through skies rage and storm with thunder
We make gods and to protect resort to arms
The more we cherish them quick the call to arms

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 9

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 9

Turn the other cheek kneel while kith and kin wail
Would that faithful followers step in between
Resort to arms in months when Yin blazes trail

Whose advice the Essene monk took in travail
Whose voice the Consul heard to nail the Essene
Turn the other cheek kneel while kith and kin wail

How easy the truth in search of the Holy Grail
Whispered under the pipal tree’s leafy sheen
Resort to arms in months when Yin blazes trail

The elephant flaps its ears trumpeting flail
The charge comes to a halt before enemy mean
Turn the cheek kneel while kith and kin wail

The Yin yearns to hook the Yang without whom frail
Engage not the enemy when out to bait lean
Resort to arms in months when Yin blazes trail

Risk not the lot of what virtues earn entail
On the chance encounter demolishing Yin
Turn the other cheek kneel while kith and kin wail
Resort to arms in months when Yin blazes trail

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

 


 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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THE SURGE OF VIOLENCE

The surge of violence is
seen and read in everyday headlines:
riots and religion's wars
are signs of future chaos! 
Corruption in Governments
induces a mortal thought:
Brutus and his accomplices 
are ready to stab Caesar in the chest:
is blood a way to avenge injustices?


Picture No. 2

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

The other side of Freedom

They said they loved me.
 Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me
 Heaping dust and blood on our city streets,
 As their lethal load hit like rain sheets. 

I watched their love puncture the city walls
 And sever the sinews off the boy and his ball
 Leaving the mother crying for her son, then his dad
 Till her tears meant nothing in the wailing myriad. 

I saw the hate build with each blood drop
 Drawn from the soldiers and innocent. Drop
 For drop, survivors intend revenge upon this love shown:
 This false love which spurs only hate till we’re all gone. 

(c) Nyonglema

Copyright © Nyonglema Pisoh | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

NEWS Nowadays

All you need is a hate story
Fake or true to get people started
Hearts palpitate
Voices so loud and wild, you can hardly understand a word
Mouths full of hate, the one thing they are trying to fight
Groups forming, out of hate, powered by hate
With a hidden mission of hate
May God help us

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

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Les Atrocities Paris Vendredi le Treizeime - The Paris Attrocities on Friday the Thirteenth

Je déteste les attaques ISIS vendredi, 
Ils etaient ignoble, dégoûtant et le mal, 
Au nom de Dieu pour la religion, 
Avec les mentalities és dans l'oubli 

nous devons justifier structures démocratiques, 
En défense, en tuant tous les terroristes
Et la question de l'acceptation de Dieu, 
Avec les valeurs humanistes personnes. 

Il ya de tout dans la liberté, 
De pensée, de parole et d'expression, 
Et si vous ne pouvez pas accepter cela
Vous devez apprendre la leçon.


English translation:

I hate the ISIS Paris attacks on Friday 
They were vile, disgusting and evil,
In the name of god for religion 
With mindsets in oblivion 

We must justify democratic structures 
In defence, by killing all terrorists,
And question the acceptance of god,
With humanistic people values.

There is everything in freedom 
Of thought, word and expression,
And if you can't accept that,
You need to learn the lesson.


About the ISIS attacks in Paris on Friday 13th November 2015

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 22

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 22

Does the fault lie in us or in warring gods
Paragon Bard of Avon beg pardon
Do stars exert a force not owned by bards

Do stars grow heads of State to confuse gods
The trust we hoist high on flags flapless groan
Does the fault lie in us or in warring gods

He who blows horn for his god usurps his Lord’s
The Enlightened One begged us leave Him alone
Do stars exert a force not owned by bards

How many who blast themselves for their gods
Their holy books’ basic tenets condone
Does the fault lie in us or in warring gods

Let not religions parade on public roads
Prayer in the soul’s a private union
Do stars exert a force not owned by bards

Teach infants at school all about the gods
Till parents all know truth about religion
Does the fault lie in us or in warring gods
Do stars exert a force not owned by bards

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
 
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
 
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
 
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
 
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
 
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
 
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2012

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THE SURGE OF VIOLENCE

The surge of violence
is seen in everyday headlines:
riots and religion's wars
are signs of future chaos! 
Corruption in Governments
induces a mortal thought:
Brutus and his accomplices 
are ready to stab Caesar in the chest:
is blood a way to avenge injustices?




Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015