Long Pacifists Poems

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...

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I remember back to Michael Brown,
though it now seems so damn long ago,
He was just minding his own business,
ran afoul of a cop’s ego.
Murdered in cold blood for being black,
the man had even thrown up...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The war
is the beginning of conflict 
and our rampant screeches are implicit 
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
	
Undying failure
Confrontation is the only option
You’ll endure…surrender
Be fair…be aware
because we’ll fight with bare
hands will...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Slaves to our Doctrine 
Category: Writing and Poetry 


Slaves to our Doctrine, we comply heads bowed

voices are muted, complacent but cowed

This 'Ism is ours,  we defend it so blindly

not seeing through disasters occurred so...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Hidden flaws are often seen 
through the lens of an aged eye.
When shadows collaborate to hide hate 
and pretense helps bigotry go unseen,
just open your eyes; it's all there to see.
A collection of tall tales,
history's...

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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...

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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...

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With eyes riveted on War,
You wouldn’t think of The Law
Nor twice look at Rules of Engagement,
Rather baring Teeth of Resentment.
 
With eyes fastened on War,
One would call A Virgin a Whore:
The one in chastity her...

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