Best Bury The Hatchet Poems
The one thing in life we all strive to be is equal in every degree,
And I think everyone should have the same rights, don’t you agree?
We can all be equal but we cannot all be the same,
There is a difference and you can’t hold other people responsible are try to point the blame.
Certain things that have happened should be buried and forgot,
Otherwise it is like a cancer that will eat at you till you rot.
We all need forgiveness in our lives and truly that is the key,
Without forgiveness none of us are free!
The next step is compassion and kindness,
Show love instead of hate, helpfulness instead of hurtfulness might be a way out of this mess!
Teach respect and honor, not bigotry and greed,
Then maybe God will water and nurture that seed.
God made each and every one of us and I don’t think this squabbling He had in mind,
So we should all bury the hatchet and live for tomorrow, for yesterday is already one day behind.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 63
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Poïetics the creative process neither
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Who has returned to re-possess carcass to let
If ever one there was what does he remember
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Which Pharoah still sails to lands unknown in debt
Which Zhong Guo Emperor led clay armies conquer
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Yi Jing puts most of it down to whims of climate
The old lay their weary bones down by winter
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
To kill no one first needs bury the hatchet
No Marquis de Sade roughride Justine either
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Does Death disintegrate essence ultimate
Cult of the Unknown Fear of the Nether
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
??I watched TV from 8:35,
Until I saw Stargazing Live,
Which told me about the dive.
It got cold and dark,
It was the movement’s mark;
It was phenomenal, worth a remark.
I saw the whole thing,
Until the birds did again sing,
I felt like I was on an eagle’s wing.
You had to keep deciding, goon,
Which was the sun, and which the moon,
So that you didn’t get a wooden spoon.
It was a beauteous sight,
Of natural selection’s light,
Which also claims freedom’s might.
It was indeed magesti??c,
So I will not test it,
‘Cos that would be pathetic.
Life is not cryptic,
So just accept things, bury the hatchet,
And don't create for yourself another wicket.
I saw the small explosion, but felt safe,
Because I was at a distance, like a waif;
I didn't need to have a faith!
Evolution makes me feel included,
In that transitional static, so fluid;
That monumental fusion, not stupid.
The next eclipse is in 2026,
So please don't get into a fix:
You’ve got time to lick your lips.
There was an eclipse of the sun by the moon in the UK on Friday the 20th of March at about 8:35am until about 9:45am.
The song still reverberates
with a clarion call to everyone
love as its predominant cry
embodies the message of being human.
It’s also what the gospel says
in Christ the Lord, our Model,
who always tells his disciples
love God and one another.
An act of charity or act of love,
shows already what God is all about;
through him we become part of his kingdom.
However, a radical response implies,
especially at the major crossroads
when we don’t get along well
with our companions or friends in our lives.
To love our enemies can be hard
when our vulnerability is hurt
and even tested in a number of times
It’s really a test of faith, a challenge indeed.
St Luke in his gospel says, ‘love your enemies,’
‘pray for those who mistreat you,’
involves a huge amount of renunciation,
emptying and saying , ‘all for the Lord.’
Pride causes everything to get crippled
from within where the heart dictates us
never mind and ‘bury the hatchet now’
because God himself did it himself for us all.
Like those crooked lines deep within us
are lines that depict envy, hatred and anger;
through our efforts and God’s assistance
we can straighten them in a gradual way.
The historical figure of Christ,
our measure in today’s world;
he’s the compendium and source of all
that love we share to everyone.
Note:
Stentorian means extremely loud
"A Duel"
By Rachel Heffington
Long ago in a valley green,
Where a thriving hamlet once had been
Was a rubb-ly castle, hidden well
By maples tall, in a shady dell.
The penants, fluttery once, and gay,
Now hung in shreds- a faded gray;
The tower was crumbly, the dias leaked,
And in the dungeon the mouses squeaked.
Now, Squire Cliff and Baron Bim,
(Both plum full of peppery vim)
Engaged in a duel on the weedy lawn
As the edge of night gave way to dawn.
The Baron, (insulted) and the Squire (quite red
With anger) their stout hearts quivered with dread.
None wanted to fight, they dallied and stalled,
"3 Paces!" which words their courage dulled.
But neither would give it up as a joke-
"What we need s'for Bim (th'old Baron) to choke!"
The sun had climbed higher, now quite in the sky,
They drew swords and poised, "Hark! Where comes that cry?!?!"
Repeated! And from the dell came a maid,
With basket and blanket, their arms she stayed-
"Kind Squire! Good Baron! You mustn't fast!
Come, bury the hatchet, enjoy this repast!
Reluctant, but grateful, each laid down his arms,
Exploring instead, a beef-pasty's charms.
They kissed and made up o'er a cup o' darjeeling,
And surely there was quite a brotherly feeling.
And so the adage shall henceforth be,
"All's well that ends with a cup of tea!"
Snake oil does not cure the curse when it enters the blood
Two blind eyes have turned face inside they burn out of focus
Cold as ice cutting to the core nightshades has twisted the soul
love your enemies as they suffer from hate
it is time to bury the hatchet in words
When humans take away certain values we are left with monsters
Removing peace and justice that which dictates against the truth
Leaving this world to its vices instruct the ignorant
do right by God as we move forward getting closer to the grave
This personal death and abandonment has created in many
an individual fear in the shame one feels
is within that being judged by their own sins
a solider and a sailor
sing a lonesome song just for your entertainment
but in it you are betrayed by visions of heaven
shine with the late night ribald drinkers
after all after a few bottles even mortality seems lively
disjointedly you pick your way
through all these salvation's
never quite believing that you could exceed
your worth and standing
after all you can buy a new life for dirt cheap
long as your willing to give up your lifestyle
long as your willing to be disarmed
of all those quick witted answers you think fit so well
and give up all her peek-a-boo paradise's
the solider and sailor buy a round
and toasting the queen they bury the hatchet
no expectations can lead you on to the
brink of such strange bedfellows but you'll try
you can only hope not to be a victim of such defeatism
when all the ribald drinkers have left the saloon
walking in the thin light of dawn
you will remember all these beautiful things
and dream better dreams
build better sunrises from the gloom of days ending
Peace and war
Why should the world like a magdalene
Cry over the war heinous atrocities
Abide reaping scores of casualties like sardines
Castigate fate and disregard unbridled hostilities
Why should the world license instead
War merchants over our destiny preside
Amble leisurely and upon our values tread
Inundate the market and imposts hide
Why should the world continue to swallow this bait
Let arms dealers bedevil our feeble minds
Turn a deaf ear to quandary and so peace ignite
Bury the hatchet and peace pipe light
We will tarry to God insistently implore
Yet bring war criminals to justice and terminate this folklore.
Treat me with love, dignity, respect and
compassion now as I am healthy, vibrant and
alive.
Don't wait to hear that I am sick and dying to love
me the way I was meant to be loved.
Bring me flowers and candy on any day just
because...
Don't wait for a holiday, love and cherish me
every day.
Tell me I am beautiful...
See my beauty in my body and soul.
Don't wait to see that I am disfigured and then tell
me that I am beautiful...
Because you think that is what I want to hear.
Talk to me lovingly now so I can hear your
beautiful voice and listen to the ringing of your
laughter.
Don't try to talk to me that way now that I am deaf
and can no longer hear your sweet voice.
Speak words of love and compassion so I can
remember those conversations...
Even though I may not be able to hear them
again...
Come one day and you will be sad, you will be
sorry!
Treat me like a human being with a life that needs
to be lived my way...not yours!
Remember that our Creator gave you your own
life to live the way you please...
Leave me to live mine!!
I do not tell you what you should or should not
do...I just listen and give you support.
Why can't you do the same?
I am this way and you are that way...
That's because we are different...we are
unique...can't we compromise?
Bury the hatchet and move along...
Free your body, free your soul...
Let's just take the precious time we have now to
live and to love...
Everything else will slowly fall into place.
Now I am sick and dying...
You are now trying to love me, to bring me
flowers, to stroke my hair and to speak loving
words...
Why did we waste all those years, all that
time...just to be where we are now...
Now when I am too weak, too sick to enjoy your
gifts!
Love me now...
As your sister, your brother, your husband, your
wife, your niece, your nephew, your daughter,
your son...
Don't wait until it is too late!
Don't wait until I am gone...
(Its another weekend and most times it does not
Love your foes
The sound of the word FORGIVEN
Is very soothing to the ears,
Especially when being said to you
It is like winning a perpetual inner battle
A healing, so relieving
Sometimes unbelievable,
Because you thought you were unforgivable.
You wonder if they really mean it
Who’s perfect? We all need it,
A veil to cover our mistakes.
But it’s more difficult when it’s our turn to say:
You’re FORGIVEN.
It takes a strong mind, a merciful heart
Yes! Even a courageous man or woman
To let bygones be bygones,
To dig a hole, deep enough & bury the hatchet
Ensuring its skeleton never resurrect.
It takes fortitude to overcome
Even that of a slave who forgave his colonizers.
It’s hard to forgive an enemy
As long as their vice live in the mind
not erased
Yet it can be a miracle,
A rare and seldom treasure to find
Making it a special thing.
To love the sinner and hate the sin.
If they greet, share with & cherish only those who love them.
Are we different or better if we do the same?
Let go.
And love thy foe.
He was seized with an obsession,
it wasn't like balsam to his hurt feelings,
and his body has been waisted by the long illness.
The streets were bedecked with flags,
and the soldier declared himself innocent.
It was only then that they realized the gravity of the situation.
The people.
A constitutional government,it's bad policy to beat him.
There was a munition shortage and wet weather gets me down.
That gloomy old house is dying as the dove of peace patronize,
the soldier.
The piney slopes were covered with snow and red spots,
as the light fell on her face,before wolves torn it to pieces.
The hope.
The soldier showed signs of distress,i was astonished at the news.
By midday he had sold out and left for his village.
Bury the hatchet,soldier !! The place is Godforsaken.
I had a sudden pain in the stomach.
Change of speed.
Petition
We animals and after mature cogitation
Enunciate bury the hatchet and in peace abide
To the law of the jungle oppose our deprivation
Terminate the masquerade and nature commodities equally divide
Confide to pathetic humans the charge
To their lust grotesque for power leverage
Revamp hostility to supremacy attain
Ignoramus jackasses seeking to hold the reins
Pharaohs,stars and emperors long proclaimed
The commanded the skies and earth germane
Their bones under earth's scum alighted
Unhurriedly putrefied and fetid smell did remain
It though takes all kinds to make a world
With disparate feathers flock like a bird.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
10/26/17
On the radio the sound of static
Got some bad habits
Broke many but am still an addict
Beyond all the semantics
Life isn't always fantastic
Occasionally graphic
And tragic
Not going to panic
Or become frantic
Slight brain damage
Still I manage
Burning and earning cabbage
Working hard going savage
In the beginning hardly had s***
Now am so close I can almost grab it
Working outside and inside an attic
Then going in and out of traffic
Occasionally eating food that is organic
And other junk on my palate
These fools are plastic
Being far too dramatic
Unwilling to bury the hatchet
Taking care of anything problematic
Being pragmatic
Changes in tactics
Keeping my balance
Using my talents
Across the planet
Out of this world intergalactic
Being enthusiastic
I always wanted money and a bad B****
Just trying to avoid being in a straight jacket
Out to help my family live lavish
Before I vanish
And am in a urn or casket
God on my side
Guides my path and controls ripples
That endeavor to sneak astride
Initiatives I take in triples
To galvanize and utilize my talents
To the fullest in concordance with the Creator’s specifications and intentions
Cooperating and collaborating with kindred souls God crowned as consultants
To bring about the realization of innovations and inventions
Which stand humankind in good stead
As rat race dies and disruptive ventures
Diminish to extinguish malice from the homestead
Where foes and friends bury the hatchet and embark on conducive adventures
From which I and souls in my life I accost
Work towards common goals and promote goal congruence
Ensuring we achieve unity of purpose at the least cost
Building bridges across different perceptions to influence
The course of events in which neither winners nor losers
Feel they lose face thus embracing one another
As members whose demand I tolerate boozers
Praying that they perceive me as a brother
Whose intentions mean to build lives
To bless the lost, caress the stressed and distressed
Ensuring that chives and sharpened knives
Hobnob with one another as they grow well versed
With interpersonal skills and display unusual tact
In dealing with one another day and night
As they build and rebuild trust to make contact
With the best assets within their souls to kill plight
Praying for one another’s growth
One another’s success
Taking and keeping the oath
That ensures one and all to bliss they get unlimited access.