Best Make Love Not War Poems
Being Young
What is "young"......do what you want
regardless of what others think .....
Young....."wise", inexperienced and a lot to learn
Not sure or absolutely certain
No duties and no considerations to take,
just think of the day
Free as a bird, spread their wings and fly where you want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
Spending the day with good friends, sleeping under the stars
Not sure or absolutely certain
Today`s young people are not so simple,
there are liabilities - they have to go to schools
to keep up with modern society
School, work, homework and have time to social gatherings
They are not free as a birds, they can not fly where they want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
For those who are young at age
Being young, young in body and soul
It`s never too late.....Fly Where You Want.....Fly...
Have a wonderful day
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
24. June 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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In the 1960’s all around me were cheerful chants
inviting us all to ‘Make Love not War’
John Lennon asked us to give peace a chance,
some joined the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament.
We all wanted earnestly to save the environment.
I inhale this polluted air and wonder
what has happened - why has it gone asunder
Now, our legacy to our future generations
is an earth that has been raped, robbed
of her fruitfulness until her soil is barren
so, we can genetically modify food to eat
cause animal cruelty for production of meat
Now, fish are being choked and shredded to pieces
by hazards we dispose of in the rivers and seas
and they are far from being the only dammed species
who are being erased for the sake of human supremacy.
Earth is rebelling, her weathers have gone into a frenzy
raging ravenous bush fires consuming precious lives,
animal, human, plant nothing in its vexed path survives.
Ferocious storms flooding the earth, threatening
to drown out communities, cruelly devastating.
Is it too late to realise that the fumes from our cars
the cigarettes we smoke, the waste that we dump so recklessly
the spiteful, uncaring ways we mistreat the environment
leaving solutions to be found each successive government.
We can still see the blue sky on a good day
we can still breathe air, though not so fresh
we can still enjoy the beauty of flowers
and hear birdsong,
but, for how long?
Now, our troubled youth are killing each other
they see no tomorrow on the blurred horizon.
Younger generations are trying to rescue their future
to salvage their legacy from the rubble we have created.
As for making love not war
in this world, this world of today peace stands no chance
and love is just a word of four letters.
In the 1960's the winds of change were blowing
As a generation came into its own
A feeling of revolution was growing
The seeds had already been sown
It was a time of hope and tears
Of the good the bad and the ugly
Of spaghetti westerns so aptly named
Make love not war protests proclaimed
But the war raged on just the same
The Barbie doll was introduced
And Beatlemania was set loose
Platform shoes were riding high
Mini skirts showed off thighs
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon
"This Magic Moment" was a hit tune
Everyone was doing the twist
To rhythms they couldn't resist
John Kennedy was the new president,
And planned to change the status quo
But on a fateful day in 1963
An assassin's bullet found its mark
And left a nation in the dark
Dr King and Robert Kennedy met the same fate
They were both killed in 1968
By the end of the decade we were left with a sad song
"Has anybody here seen our good friends Martin, Robert, and John
They stood for freedom and justice
But we just looked around ....and they were gone"
I am Farrah Fawcett,
Poster on the wall.
I am a rotary phone,
When I made a call.
I am, Boss,
it’s the plane, The plane.
I am Pablo Escobar,
And his cocaine.
I am Queen with
Freddy Mercury Live.
I am the Bee Gees,
Talking that Jive.
I am vinyl, 8-tracks,
cassettes and CDs.
I am, make love not war,
And Hippies.
I am where is the beef?
Don't squeeze the Charmin.
I am Cheech and Chong
and George Carlin.
I am SNL when it
Was funny.
I am Happy Days,
And a Playboy bunny.
I am M.A.S.H. and
A metal Lunch-box.
I am clackers, tang,
And a Pet-rock.
I am American Bandstand,
Peace signs, and the twist.
I am pay-phones, pagers,
and stick-shifts.
I am, conjunction junction,
What's your function?
I am Patty Hearst and
Her abduction.
Turbo1904
The sands of time are falling away
Make sure to make the most out of each and every day
Release all of your hate and conqueror your fear
Don’t have regrets and have time for cheer
Treat everyone around you as you want to be treated
Accomplish everything you can before it’s all completed
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Forget the past the future isn’t set
Make love not war as much as you can get
Don’t back down from anyone but strive towards peace and harmony
Turn the other cheek when you can and be the best you can be
Be charitable and help for fellow man
Fill yourself with knowledge whenever you can
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Dare to be different go against the grain
Stop and smell the roses and always kiss in the rain
Listen to music read poetry for your own sake
Be true to yourself and never be fake
Take walks on the beach and swim in the ocean
Be thankful for what you have and pray to God in Heaven
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Take pictures so you can look back on your journey
Enjoy the arts sculptures paintings drawings or a movie
Give kisses and hugs to the ones you care about
Work hard and play harder before you check out
Go through life like it was your last day
Because it could be so enjoy it and make it count in every way
Dragon's back! It’s Easter Time and, Yes; we’re going to church today...
Right after the Easter Egg Hunt. Ostrich eggs were perfect, for Dragon, I say…
The Trolls worked at painting them, all night. They wanted them perfect., for sure.
Psychedelic colors seemed to reign supreme. Yes… with lots of crazy bling! De Jure!
Grandpa Troll’s carrying the BIG basket that his penguins decorated in ribbons strung!
His penguins got to go on the egg hunt, too It’s their first, but each picked, only one.
They couldn't understand eating eggs so we gave them chicks, that will hatch, so…
It’s off to church we go, cowboy best for the penguins, tending their eggs as they go.
Dragon has his 'Dragon Hood' cape with yellow bib overalls, totally covered in bling!
Beside himself, till we said he could go. Now he's jumping up and down, as he sings!
He's going to church, for he needs all the help he can get, along the way, true.
We're trying to instill, ‘What Would Jesus Do’. Strengthen his character ideas, too.
But HE thinks he's already a STRONG character, and it's given him great success!
Don't think he understood, what strength of character means, so his soul, God Bless!
So what's next, he ask?... Gee! Taking the kitty down from the curtains would be nice.
You SCARED her there! Remember! When you jumped up and down, once or twice!
NO! You can't burn the curtains to get her down! Gee! I think he’s MISSING the point!
She’s going to church to light a candle for you… to help you find… a better viewpoint.
Remember, in life… Make love not War. Make Friends! After all… What would Jesus Do?
Kitty is TOO important! I'll read you a fable 'The Lion and the Mouse', after Church, too.
No! He didn't squish the mouse! Sigh! Think harder… THINK! WHAT WOULD JESUS DO!
Hope it's an up hill battle. More likely he'll fly over this hill, between, just me and you!
He LOVES church and after his last visit, they rebuilt the church, which was… assured!
They built our group our own SPECIAL section… Of that, you can definitely, be sure!
The church thought, for a very long time, but with a sigh, they knew…WWJD?!!!
Then prayed some more as they cried, at the thought, of what Dragon could do…
In the end, they built a fireproof room, for no matter what they though, to be true…
They knew Dragon is Gods little lost lamb and that’s just “What Jesus Would DO!’
Happy Easter to You!
American Bandstand, Aqua Velva Ads, Aretha Franklin, and, the Andy Griffith Show
Black lights, Bewitched, bean bag chairs, beads, Batman and the Beatles
Cleopatra, Corvairs, Corvettes, Chevelles, Captain Kangaroo, Civil Rights Movement
Dionne Warwick, Derek and the Dominoes, Dennis the Menace, and Dodge Dart.
Ed Sullivan’s Amateur Hour, Elvis Presley, the Edsel, and new expressions emerge.
Fiddler on the Roof , Flower Power painted vans, Free love, Fiber optic lights,
Giget, Green Acres, Glen Campbell, Gun Smoke, Go-Go Boots, “Go with the flow!”
Hello Dolly, Have Gun Will Travel,and the Hippie Movement begin...“Hang Ten”
Imperial (the car), I dream of Jeanie, and new phrases “In your face” crop up.
JFK youngest U.S. President, and Jackie Kennedy stylish First Lady,
Kennedy was assassinated and the nation mourned the loss of their young leader.
Lamborghini 350 GT, Lava Lamps, Lady and the Tramp, Lost in Space, Lassie
Mousekateers, mini-skirts, mobiles, macramé plant hangars, Mash, The Monkeys,
Nissan Skyline GT-R, Nash Metropolitan, and Nestles’ Nestle were signs of the times.
Ordinary people seek peace during the years of war and social change of the 60s.
Pillsbury Doughboy, Petticoat Junction,and Peter, Paul, and Mary, placate.
Queen for the Day TV show, bring a fantasy escape during radically changing times.
Rabbit ear antennas for TV shows: Route 66, and Rowan and Martin’s Laugh- In.
Sherri Lewis and Lamb Chop, Shake and Bake, and the sexual revolution start.
Twist to The Four Tops, The Flintstones,The Adam’s Family, The Twilight Zone.
“Up your nose with a rubber hose” and similar expressions are the times’ lingo.
Valley of the Dolls, Volkswagon Karmann Ghia, and Vanilla Fudge, gain popularity.
Wonderful World of Disney, Vietnam War, protests, and “Groovy” words crop up.
Xenoglossia emerges; “Make love, not war,” “Far out,” “Catch you on the flip-side.”
Yonderly Vietnam Veterans return home to social unrest without a hero’s honor.
Zanadu dances around in the minds of the partakers; religion is legal, not marijuana.
Copyright March 7, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Decades
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Women's liberation
Bras burned
Girls were confused…excited!
Gloria Steinem central figure,
Speaks out.
Women shout.
Politicians doubt.
Equal Rights!
New thinking. New songs. New vocabulary.
Debating: Equal jobs for equal pay.
Strong women.
Many followers.
Surprisingly, numerous men quit opening doors.
Woodstock proclaims, “Make love, not war!”
Many soldiers die; "Vietnam Conflict" rages.
Soldiers come home, their world, changed.
War heroes were ignored.
Women worked untraditional jobs.
Many prayed.
Many died.
© May 25, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: MAGIC OF DECADE'S MOOD
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
“Stars Falling”
The time between
the space of heaven
and here is thinning,
so the last thing I do is
I write poems to you;
love is like stars falling,
you dive for cover,
or stand and deliver
there in that immovable place,
with arms wide open,
waiting to be sucked up
into some unkind kind rapture;
the heavens call -
you begin to think, dangerously -
romance must fall over all
before it's too late,
all hope and trust gone,
it's a risky business,
it's more than a rush
this curtain call;
if eyes could see
like hearts want to,
the soul inside
this mind would -
dance this last dance
with you -
and to hell with time
and with this world.
I’d lie down next to you
I’d hold onto you
make love not war,
look up
with you -
see clearly all the stars
falling
and to hell
with this world
a last kiss
we are co-joined,
after all;
at the end of this world
no more separation
no more war
no more poems
haunting the haunted
haunting the torn
‘cause they’re watching
all the stars falling,
they are becoming -
new worlds being born
Candide Diderot. ‘25
"Love, let’s talk about love
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
Or do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt)
I know the feeling haunt you. (Haunt)"
“The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.”
"Your heart is the Light of this world, don't cover it with your mind."
Make Love Not War
I want to plant sugar-mines,
that blow on footfall’s touch,
they slap you on the calfs and
thighs and splash chocolate
on your crotch
then quickly I’ll plant cleavage
bombs, the things they do with
cream! And unexploded areola
squads, will lick the red parts clean
We’ll have such fun with pumpkin
gun, and quietly shoot the breeze,
while in the trees I’ll gently squeeze
your bum and stroke your knees
and when all our monkeys settle down,
and chickens from behind, without a
war we’ll live our lives …..why can’t we
just be kind?
So make love not war, it’s fun to score
and make the rafters shake, and in the night
between the two, a spicy cake to bake!
Make love not war
Keep peace on the radar
The generation of the 60's did define
Free love, and the peace sign
People today are still seeking peace
But governments seem only to want war
As tear gas and bullets they release
To maim kill and scar
Peace appears to be a distant dream
As those in power plot and scheme
Shooting their missiles from afar
They should learn to make love, not war!
Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion - Jim Rohn
Without meaning, your mind may portray delusion,
so some search for answers to end this illusion.
Is it that simple to cleanse a life from confusion?
When trials subdue the heart into seclusion,
we yearn for a remedy with jasmine infusion,
where the scent of truth is the ultimate conclusion.
Before death calls to offer a final conclusion,
create a loving legacy without delusion.
Combine discipline with affirmation infusion,
where positive aspirations are no illusion.
Let go of wishful thinking when lost in seclusion.
A return to reality will end confusion.
In equality and kindness there's no confusion.
Lennon said; "Make love not war"- a perfect conclusion.
Like a poet left alone in depths of seclusion
release words of sincerity to kill delusion.
When demons arrive to tempt you into illusion,
only a strong soul can resist their foul infusion.
Poor values resemble a weak coffee infusion,
if spirit does not kindle, it leads to confusion.
Why stay asleep, lost in a labyrinth of illusion,
when self-belief is a flawless diamond conclusion.
Why remain trapped in a cocoon of mute delusion,
use your wings to escape from effortless seclusion.
Self - deprecation is a disease in seclusion,
where self - belief blossoms in refreshing infusion.
Self - deception structures puppet strings for delusion.
where a tangled knot patterns a clot of confusion.
When the muse is blocked there's no ink for a conclusion.
You thirst under the heat of a mirage illusion.
Illuminate to glow in rainbow toned illusion,
shimmer like stardust when fate draws you to seclusion.
Firm foundations flourish in a beanstalk conclusion,
like sapphire skies blending in indigo infusion.
Paint a self - portrait where brushstrokes remove confusion,
when the heart is committed there is no delusion.
Will power is like tea leaves and water infusion.
A blend of herbal extracts soothing from confusion.
Honest testimonies keep us safe from delusion.
i dreamt
i moved into a apartment
with an old brick wall
and its decaying face
the old light hanging from a thread
swings on the open breeze
from the window
time seems to slow down to a crawl
so i can see each and every flaw
so i can feel each and every thing she wanted me to feel
so i can know each and everything she saw
and so i see the the moment captured in ink
on her sketch pad
a drawing of the wind in the trees
a image of the smell of the fresh cut grass
the thoughts of the passer-by
who looked with such stark wonder
at this open display of what we have all taken
for granted we could never achieve
the old brick wall
leaned into the wind
and held
for one more day
kept safe the world she held so dear
safe for one more stormy night
the old brick wall
with its spray painted messages
like how joe loves daisy
and how we should make love not war
the old brick wall
holds back the world
from coming into her quiet soul
into the paper flowers and lace curtains of her life
the old brick wall
was once the west most piece of
the boxers rebellion
he was sad all his life
torn from his violent profession
and forced to retire
and his fists lay idle
with objections written on them like scars
but after years he came to terms
with the reasons great and small
with the rationalizations made up and real
and found peace
he found his fists could be hands
and hands can pet a cat
hands can paint a masterpiece
write a love poem
hands can touch another person without hurting them
and he suddenly he didn't want to hurt anyone ever again
because he loved having hands
and all the beautiful things they could do
he would never have fists again
and that change in him
was so profound that it became magical and
part of the old brick wall
so it will endure past its years
to protect her little scavenged world
her delicate life
her frail thoughts
because beauty isn't always
what the world thinks it is
a boxer can tell you that
When love flies out of the window
Hate strides in the door
People wear sad faces
Which they never wore before
Hate encourages violence
Love votes for peace
Hate causes disturbance
That seems never to cease
Make love, not war
Is a sensible point of view
I cannot understand warmongers
It is impossible to
I don't think anyone,
Who has a brain
Would want to see the world
Slowly trickle down the drain
Sadly that is what is happening,
In this crazy world today,
If things don't change soon
Our sins will wash the world away.
The push-pull that provides rapport
Could faith in designers restore
More sense of our choice
Tempts us to rejoice
And make love not war with their door