Best Brotherhood Poems
Is it possible to envision a world without warfare?
"Nothing to kill or die for."* No dangers to ensnare.
Imagine living in harmony, where no one does wrong.
There'd no longer be the need to sing Lennon's song.
Imagine a peaceful planet, whirling about in space.
Can you see yourself as part of a new human race?
Sharing everything without need for avarice or greed.
No countries or rulers, for mankind shares one creed.
Can you imagine no hunger, nor plagues bringing death?
Living among each other on Earth and taking a breath
without toxins polluting the air, and no need to pop a pill.
"I wonder if you can,"* see a world sans weapons that kill.
It's 'a brotherhood of man'* coalesced in complete unity,
Earth, an allied planet, lands filled with golden opportunity.
All totally cognizant that coexistence is worth striving for.
'Imagine,' known as a foreshadowing of what was in store.
Perhaps that Utopian way of life exists only in a dream,
But what if Lennon's lyrics did not seem to be extreme?
Would his visions of tomorrow still be called 'hyperbole?'
Til then, mortality of all earthborn remains a sad reality.
May 31, 2022
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*Lyrics from 'Imagine' by John Lennon
Are socialists human beings?
Do they need food?
Are they capable of goodness?
Do they deserve to be tortured, starved, abandoned, beaten?
What makes a socialist cry?
It isn't sad movies -- or is it?
Why should I stop hating them?
I have the right to punish them, do I not?
Or do I?
When Mother Teresa found a Communist, starving, abandoned, beaten, she fed him, loved him, made him feel the hands of Christ, touching him through her hands.
When the SS found a Communist, they shot him, tortured him, starved him, gassed him
When the Communists found a Jew, they tortured him, starved him, took his property, made certain he was strung up as an example, that people do not have the right to own their own property.
When Gandhi found that Hindus were murdering Muslims and Muslims were murdering Hindus, he fasted publicly until they stopped.
Whose example do you prefer?
Mother Teresa's, or Stalin's
That of Gandhi, or the SS?
That of Christ?
I have the right to shoot every Democrat who angers me -- or DO I?
I have the right to impeach every Republican for being Republican, to loot his store, to force him to perform abortions, to punish him...
Somewhere in Africa, a father drove nails through the knees of his teenage son
For converting to Christianity.
I am hatred.
I am anger.
I am violence.
Whose example do you prefer?
Christ's?
Or mine?
This is where we save ourselves,
Or destroy ourselves.
'Let Brotherhood, Peace and Progress become landmarks of attainment', it has been written.
Well?
Which do we prefer?
It's a question to ask yourself every day.
When I win, I make the whole world bleed,
And I LAUGH!
Not such a nice fellow am I.
Brotherhood!
Two Hearts
Care and Share
Value each other deeply
For all eternity,
And are are always there!
November 9 2019
~ Panagiota ~
Modern Cinquain type
Nothing made more peace and love,
Nothing made more tangible brotherhood,
Nothing made charity spread,
It is nothing other than religions.
Nothing spread more hatred in the world,
Nothing bred more bitter enmity,
Nothing flood the world with blood,
It is nothing other than religions.
When we think our religion is good,
And neighbor’s also good as mine,
Then we see peace and love,
Charity and brotherhood in this world.
When we think our religion is good,
But my neighbor’s not as mine,
Then the hatred and enmity rises,
Flooding the world with neighbor’s blood.
Let us accept all our religions,
And worship God with every one of them,
In whatever form he worship him,
Tolerance is not what we need.
Let us take Mohammedans’ brotherhood,
Let the Christians teach us charity,
Let us become spiritual as Hindus,
Acceptance is what we need.
Won third place in Writing Prompt - Take the Dagger Out Poetry Contest sponsored by Dear Heart
For my fellow Poets — Guardians of the word,
carrying kindness and the light of learning
across every friendly poetic front.
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“Poetry in Arms”
I hear the calling voices
“Let's use our pens like guns!”
and so I stand among them
in Poetry in Arms.
I was young scribe in silence,
and felt what wounds remain,
from those who write in verses
and others write in plain.
In pages like in trenches,
sharp words in fierce desire,
ink loaded like gunpowder,
“Survive the evil fire.”
Our legendary Poets,
Cover us with your care,
and offer honest counsel,
from any face hater.
If you walking this way,
Don’t lose your heart and mind,
evil will pass away
from poetry unkind.
Hey, evil awful hater!
Carefully listen us:
We’ll prove you — words are matter! —
in Poetry in Arms.
We do it not for a glory,
Nor any applause goal,
But tell you all the story
What still lives in our soul.
And when depression hits you,
Can't hold your pen like sword,
Let all your thinks will go to:
Weapon is hide in word.
Despite life meet last hour —
Our poems never burns
And we will live in our —
Poetry in Arms.
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Sisterhood, brotherhood is a state
To be seriously worked at. It is hard, and
Needs lots of grace more powerful than us.
Love is God’s grace He gave on the Cross.
Only such love can take us to love another.
It is so powerful it can overcome our dark self.
When we have this love, our soul will be fed;
Stronger even amidst troubles others cast upon us
And still look at them with deep love and concern.
With this love in us, we are able to forgive first;
Rather than judge hastily and throw a stone
So that retribution and justice will be done.
We will be secure in our inadequacies;
Gentler to ourselves and more so with others
For now we know we are no better than them.
We trust no longer in our capacity to love;
Rather abandon our ego and let this grace
Flow and free us from our fears and unbelief.
8.21.14
Being bitter and giving up hope entirely
is the worst thing we can do to ourselves;
we must move forward, overcome fears...
change the way we think by doing our part.
If we do nothing, we will definitely lose heart;
uncertainty must be replaced by some ingenuity.
Waiting for a savor is watching a ship about to sink;
a banal ideology can become something grand,
even bigger than the vivid dreams we once had...
let's put it in action, we must stay afloat and think.
One genial idea can transform this planet into paradise,
never having to watch people starve and die daily;
erasing terrorism and crime calls for global unity,
we'll all benefit and can look forward to a peaceful life.
Who can change the hypocritical face of the despicable world?
I say," It should be me, it should be you, it should be them. "
Let's make a great effort to restore the universal brotherhood
by forcing all governments in existence to honor this emblem.
Written on 4/13/2016
To all, one is the chemistry
in one tag, in a big pumpkin
dog has no say in a poultry
cos it is no next-of-kin
one big hug, a hot luxury
the sun in the sky is akin
one to ten, it's a big pastry
all in an arc and a skin
no tax to get the bad orange
as tit for tat is so strange
any but one is a bad range
so for all, it is not a pile
no gun or sub, all is the tile
get one eye to leg any Nile.
In my eighteenth season, strangers used brotherhood as
decorative ribbons to gift me a feel and a truth that have stayed
my life long. At a nature adorned ranch flowed a celebratory
wedding reception upon soft green field carpets so lush that they matched the gentle generosity of my host's acceptance. I was a welcomed wanderer, a presence made to feel I belonged and was
valued. Old, wizen oak and willow trees provided a poetic, scenic
border for the velvet ground and shaded the serene river on the
other side of their mighty and graceful tree limbs. It was Fall, of
course it was Fall, the season of lusciousness and breezes that
render promising tickles upon titillated flesh. As music flowed,
love in sincere smiles became hand-to-hand holding, loose swaying
arms, and uninhibited kicks from dancing legs all moving carefree
bodies in a spontaneous, jubilant circle of dance. In a flash-know,
I felt harmonious sensations empower all to unite in the spiritual perfection from which we had come and would, in time, return as brothers and sisters gone home.
sun rays pulse pleasure
when perfect harmony sounds ~
leggy spirits kick
Vibrating elations brightened the sun’s own light and
dissolved all human egos’ need-feel to be acknowledged as right.
I knew none of the faces, yet I knew them all, just as they knew me because a mutual dance feel took us all inside core truth; all were
one in the same from the same one of perfect love. Such knowing
elated my dance with soul-intoxication. The air continued piping in
rock’s most poignant lyrics sung by genuine, emotive voices that
grabbed us all while drums beat as one with our hearts until our
pulses ignited, and guitars glided on soared, radiating nirvana highs through our inside-otherness. These sensations all led me to know
what I still know, dancing that unexpected afternoon was more
important in establishing my life’s philosophical purpose than many
of the priorities I had been taught were paramount to living a
successful life.
songs swirl inner depths
lifting souls in all who dance ~
nirvana buzzes
A most treasured gift
We all have to give
Is our ability to share
To live and let live
To abolish all prejudice
We must do our part
Let everyone take notice
This plea from the heart
Let's abolish the bad
And focus on good
Children of the universe
A world brotherhood
@Jack Ellison 2012
The First Murder
"Both of you son's of mine,
Bring me the fruit and wine!"
Like a cheetah stalking it's prey,
My brother and I raced outside.
To please our father's heart,
Not out of fear, but of pure love,
My brother picked fruit from the trees,
While I sought, the finest wine thereof.
"Father will love these berries and nuts,"
The smile on my brothers face gave away,
But deep down, my heart did flutter,
The fruit was rotten and inedible, I must say.
"Don't you think it's little wasted?"
I dares to speak, fear in my heart,
But he said nothing and he glared,
A look that threatened to tear me apart.
"Well, well, well, son's of mine,
Let's see who loves me more!"
His eyes shone with excitement divine,
As he drank the wine I poured,
But his joy didn't last very long,
For my brother's fruit, then he saw,
"What does this shoddy offering mean?
You care so little, you didn't even care
To check it for a flaw?!"
The anger on his face was clear,
He shouted and bade us to go,
"Next time, do better or don't bother,
And let this be a lesson you know."
As I lay dying in agony,
My brother's wicked deed I could see,
"It's all your fault," he said with a glee,
As he plunged the knife into me.
This ended the world's first murder,
A cautionary tale for humanity to ponder,
That jealousy and violence only lead to sorrow,
Leaving a painful legacy for tomorrow
His voice was loved,his colour not
Only the former him fame brought
Summa cum laude in study and sport
His origins drew him up socially short
Jim Crow laws were the sinister wedge
Which left him at his country's edge
His nation's shame burned deeply within
Denying forgiveness for his darkness of skin
He longed for the time when men would be equal
His involvement with communism delivered the sequel
At a time when McCarthy sought to unmask the red
So many suffered paroxysms of dread.
In 1929 after his London show he set out for home late
It was then there occurred a miracle of fate
Singing rang out sweet and crystal clear
Voices of Welsh miners singing songs to them dear
Amazed by their power in their penniless plight
He became their brother in arms that very night
Colour was not what bound him to them
But the poverty to which politics the lower classes condemn
So there was born a rich and mutual harmony
Between a star and a proud but poor army
They both knew the the sting of imposed misfortune
Refusing to give up their independence of tune
He bestrode the world like a black Colossus
Until he was pulled down by destructive bosses
Who would brook no challenge to their status
But his example lives on to fully elate us
This man ,Paul Robeson,a tower among men
Met persecution with stout acumen
He stands out as our beacon of light
For all the victims who fought the good fight.
Watch out, brother,
An eye's following you,
Watching what you do,
Each movement remembered.
Don't cheat,
Don't steal,
Don't breathe too loud,
Someone's sure to find out.
Each flaw, each mistake,
And blow it up big.
Your life's another production,
A movie or an album.
There's a camera pointed at the Hollywood signed,
And another on a stop sign, pointed at you.
Please, halt at the white line,
Or they'll never let you live it down.
Watch out, brother,
You'll let them in your head,
And they'll eat away your thoughts.
It's less painful and time consuming to open your head,
Hand them a spoon
And let them dig in.
Brainwash isn't just a swirled, black and white spinning background.
It's every advertisement,
Every restaurant,
Every street corner news vendor,
Every word that leaves the mouths of the men and women who are supposed to represent our
fellow man.
Watch out, brother,
Read the words of our forefathers:
George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, and the men who had insight.
They predicted outrageous futures,
But oh, how right they're becoming.
The clock's about to strike thirteen!
Please open your eyes,
There's much to be seen.
Remember brotherhood of man,
An unspoken code of empathy, understanding, and a willingness to lend a hand?
It's melting away into apathy,
An emotion only surpassed by hatred.
Watch out, brother,
You think I'm a skeptic,
But I'm not.
I'm a thinker,
I see truth through a thick smog of lies.
I won't tell you what to see, hear or eat.
I'll only help guide you.
I'll be the lens of a monocle,
To help you see clearer,
But I won't give you answers.
I am not them,
I believe in the freedom of thought,
Think what you may,
Fine by me,
Just promise you'll watch out,
Brother.
There was once a granddaddy spider who
I was a-fixin' to stomp with my shoe
It made me think twice
That wouldn't be nice
He's a granddaddy and I are one too
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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The Swords Speak – Assasins Brotherhood
Legend says
That a killers brotherhood existed
During high Middle Ages
Fighting for people’s freedom
They were called assassins
They were persecuted and killed
They had a motto to fight for
“Nothing is true -
Everything is permitted”
Their swords speak of freedom
They had it Inscribed on their blades
“We work in the dark to serve the light,
We are assassins” or so it’s said
Their lives were for the cause
Their blood not their own
They were disposable to the society
Not considered one of their own
But the brotherhood of the assassins
Were fighting a war for peace
Their aim, assure freedom
The Templars, their nemesis
But as I said, that’s a myth
In the history, It’s just a legend
The Templars became the heroes
The Assassins were just erased
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January 15, 2017
Free Verse
9th Place in the Contest The Swords Speak
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