Best Pacifists Poems

Woe to the hands of time
Woe, how quickly it changes
Changes with so much haste
Changes without stop
Stop wrong ideas
Stop feelings of hate
Hate is wasted emotion
Hate causes wounds
Wounds that remain
Wounds need to heal    
Heal with kindness
Heal with belief
Belief in my words
Belief that I pursue
Pursue...

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The romantic sees dreams

  At the dusk's sultry light

  For the wrong , that he'll right

  In the pacifists fight

  With the spark he'll ignite .


Inspired by Brian's rhyme time theme .....

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Alphabet war.........

A is for aggressor, they're the ones who start wars, 
B is for breath, when a bullet takes yours. 
C is for Chieftain, a great British tank, 
D for the death in trenches so dank. 

E for endowment that the army will give, 
F...

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It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an...

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Pleasantly pleasing providing peaceable
placating pacifists
a Happy New Year....

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OLD LEAVES


Heads bowed they sadly wait for slower death
than that of those entrenched in fear’s retreat
the edge of lifeless branches their defeat
life’s fluid oozing thickly from their veins,

stilled as red stain mimics beauty’s blush
the tyrant lashes coldly - weapons drawn,
striking with the venom of blind...

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Creationist scientists who dig
with astro-paleontologists
As they seek the bones
Of australepithecus

Foretold in the Book of Leviticus
& the Dead Sea Scrolls
Sounded by the deadly tolls
From the bells

Harbored in the Vatican,
Those who mistake the accidents
For the sake of unholy laxatives
To be forced in controlling the pacifists

10% of your...

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"See: A Marriage Worthy, Letters Offered to an Aching Bride"



See 
The blood of man
drips from his fingers

note the true 
Son of Man
No loud crimson 

cardinal feathers
gently caressing
psalming minds

No White Hat 
nor flag in hand, yet 
Purple hearted

when War came 
carrying in his 
arms crucifixion

nails for...

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Valentine’s Day:
The annual sabbath of pacifists,
exhibitionists,  and abiders,
conflated into a single wilting of wills,
destined to the jaws of a shredder,
or landfill,
blocking the visibility and scent
of sustenance for buzzards
and other parasitic organisms,
designed to sustain
the ecological balance of decay,
when if forgotten,
will leave one
in a similar state...

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Quyted (to depart from) your arms is an urge I have held on to
Qwerty language got me typing away with you for no clue (reason)
Quenched in your disqualifying love affair 
Tired of being your nightmare twyer and your dream catcher afire
Tripping out because I puffed...

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YangLeft: Those still capable of right thinking,
as our more civil
humane reflections
on bilateral political
and economic investment inflection,
sometimes cooperative
and democratically co-invested,
but usually just BusinessAsUsual
life remains a win/lose infested 
compromising 
ZeroSum political disempowering game 
deflection.

YintegrityRight: Sweety,
thanks for honorable almost mention
of integrity, green democratic felt
internal health
actively hoping and acting
activists...

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My spirit is tumbling down the hill and onto the cliff
Jumping off into a dark abyss

I've descended into doom
I've filled everything with gloom 

Heart palpitations give a whole new meaning to heart break
Fill these wounds and my pain to take 
So tired of all this...

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This funny thing we come to know as life,
Both a blessing & a curse in darkness & in light.

Old men sending youngins to fight.
How hard does the goathead bite?

Is it truly out of mind when done out of sight?
The unseen shadows see what is not...

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Toy Gun 
First proper spring day time to dust 
the old scooter and visit places
on roads few travel… Once I bought
a toy gun- well, I was a child-  
it was shiny just like the one 
Hoppalong Cassidy wore, he wasn´t
smoking but chewing gum instead.
After...

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Hidden flaws cannot be seen
through the lens of a blind eye.
Thus, shadows collaborate to hide hate
as pretense helps bigotry stay unseen;
but it is there; merely open your eyes.
Like a fiction of tall tales,
history's a false teacher.
Brutality, cruelty, greed, and fear
are tested tools used to manipulate;
and...

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