Best Diplomacy Poems

The wave, a distant statement
“trust me, I come in peace”

The handshake, firm and strong
held just a bit too long

the hug, a gentle frisk
to minimize the risk

to those who must decide
to double down or let it ride


John G. Lawless
©11/14/2021...

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I have to urge myself to rediscover diplomacy
Which has been unused on a long-forgotten shelf.
I am meeting a whole new staff of potential friends.
Who do not know me, so I am marching toward the closet
of things I have not had to use for a bit,...

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The painted Words:

When a bamboo bends over backwards, keeping her peace,

it does not mean that her sense of balance’s decreased.

The wound that was inflicted though unintentional

would have healed had a passerby thought more considerately

than to snap it to rigid position after the storm has ceased.


What...

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And I respond
to your unasked question:
What might love have to do with regenesis,
synthesis,
integrity?

You ask me these questions 
about framing an essential therapeutic message,
for that must be how centering questions end,
about essence
core
soul
spirit
nature

energy
guts
roots
seeds
wombs
eucharistic ZeroSum
ReGenerative Green 
Resonant and Resilient Ego/Eco-Systems.

Within their proper multicolored
frames of multicultural reference
hoping for stronger
more...

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From
A tear
Much revealed
Understanding;
How it sets one free
Unbound, the heart;
Diplomat
Builds a
Bridge.
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Threats of force seemed a sterling idea
Especially in light of Crimea
But you’re gonna get trolled
And the tanks gonna roll
When diplomacy comes from IKEA...

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The footman, in impeccable white hose
and pigtailed wig, halts five yards off, and bows.
An under-secretary, in the throes
of studying the Lombard Ruse, allows

the silent slippered servant to slide near.
A silver salver bears a folded note.
He picks it up.  Fine ivory veneer
reflects the silver buttons...

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There will always be wars
and talks of wars
in villages and in the mist.

Men
perpetually hunger for a land of milk and honey.
Empty,
they fill themselves with hatred.

But
we can not be bothered with that for now.
Supper is done.
Come--
sit at the table and eat.

There will be no wars today....

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Megaphone diplomacy disparages diplomacy 
Weakens links cultivated at great cost
Only to vanish in the twinkling of a fallacy
Spiced and iced for a tit for tat toast.

Megaphone diplomacy hobnobs with a misnomer
For nations blighted by the myopia
Cooped up in a fallacy grammar
Tinged with a dose of...

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Suffering of Yemen children
Raping pleasures in the Congo
Syrian war of super powers games
Iranian games with nukes...

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Often underrated,
Often understated,
Often underutilised.

Often misunderstood,
Often mishandled,
Often misinterpreted.

Yet diplomacy may be the only option,
To obtain a ceasefire.

Yet diplomacy may be the only option,
To obtain what you need to put out a fire.

Yet diplomacy may be the only option,
To obtain what you desire.

Yet diplomacy may be the...

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US: eh hem
(clearing of the throat)

THE REST OF THE WORLD:  (timidly stuttering) yyyyyyyessss godfather, you wanted to speak to me?

US: are you ready to do me a service?  

THE REST OF THE WORLD:  (hands shaking nervously, sweat beads forming at brow) ...

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Those who confuse Shubert with Mendelsohn,
Most likely can’t tell Mozart from Hayden.
They wander through the world without their culture on,
And cat-call Aphrodite while fishing for Poseidon.
Conspiracy theories have them nervous as ferrets.
Academic credentials are considered demerits.
They huddle in militias where their rumors bare fangs.
In a...

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Diplomacy is telling someone to go to hell
And they ask directions, said Winston Churchill
From my recollection
It changed my complexion
Caused my flesh tones to darken and swell...

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Thomas Jefferson’s Reply

I had my passion, my delight and me
To blend the union: fast, unfading, yet
Of doubtful glory. Willing to stand up
To daggers in the savage king's eyes and	
Refuse submission to his sharp bare sword,
So well known to swathe the free natives red.
Let me sate...

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