At the end
there are no sides,
we walk in peace
to a place of calm
that land beyond the sun,
it matters not who won or lost
when all is said and done
I stand here disconnected
from my stressful life,
listening in silence
to chapped leaves whistling.
Reflecting on this
solitary moment,
a time when my soul needs
to recharge.
Before raindrops
distract my thoughts,
and i compose myself once more.
Watching God answer your needs
as i too have felt his presence.
'Neath a banner wrought in darkness,
After eave has fallen nigh,
The chosen moment harkens,
To the insect's lullaby;
The cars abide in flight,
Like when clouds amount the sky;
I've imbibed the type of night:
A stillness whispered into sigh –
Our history has known too many wars by far,
Not one’s gone to oblivion without a scar.
In a war - other truth, contrived by a wrong man,
Where in fact there is, clear as crystal, only one.
The culprit is the power, held in evil hands,
Obscured by the entitlement to foreign lands.
Convenient truth then plays in to justify,
False cause, offering no comfort to those who die.
Among all casualties of war the first to go
The one and only truth the history will know.
The only pure and pristine truth worth fighting for -
All means and measures taken to avert a war.
March 7, 2022
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Contest: Is Truth The First Casualty Of War And Why Is it?
12 syllables per line
Pax vobiscum – peace be with you
He came to earth, the perfect light
Faith, hope and love filled the night
He was more than merely the only way
He was the king of kings they often say
His love is wonder, joy and grace
He is the One who fills this place
With kindness beyond our dreams
Wisdom more alive than sunbeams
His laughter arrives with the rain
He relieves our sorrow and our pain
Delivers us from the sin in our past
In vibrant hues that leave a contrast
His glory arrives on the kiss of a tear
Shimmering so bright it melts the fear
Wipes away the silence with its insight
Whispers of elation like the moonlight
His life reminds that we hold this peace
From His spirit,… love will always increase
Because He came to give us a second chance
The miracle of a life alive with the romance
Peace be with you… is His wonderful vow
Filling hearts with inspiration to allow
His love to penetrate the center of a heart
With amazing blessings that will never depart
Latin Lessons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
January 5, 2022
I was really, really, really angry at God -
like most people are.
You have to fall out with a lover
before you know you can live with them.
I still wish God would just admit
that He’s a perfect women,
but we all know that’s not going to happen.
Of course, we are never angry with what we think
is making us angry, it helps not to be in denial.
My father and mother were angry all of the time,
they lived in a slow simmer of loathing.
I was angry, and all my friends were angry,
nor could we have explained it,
but the things we did and did not do
all arose as an anger hidden just under the skin.
The anger came out as pimples, boils, and blackheads,
skin is a mirror for anger.
Maybe we are a mirror for God.
I hope She’s not angry at me anymore.
P eace speaks as a haven of tranquility and calmness and lauds
A ngelic understanding and acceptance given to contentment
X enial with the quality of great and quiet leadership
January 27, 2020
Whats In A Name Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Juliet Ligon
oh,
boastful & bloodthirsty empire
stretching yourself silly
from “sea to shining sea”
will there ever be a moment of peace
again?
must you continue
rising like yeast
to command the breadth of the world
until you become far too burnt for anyone to
enjoy
anymore?
even rome had a
pax romana
even icarus
paused for a moment to strap his sandal back up
before
flying
into
the
sun.
Anticipating
a peace march,
it's easy to get cynical.
How to prepare,
what to wear,
a uniform to confront
the uniform.
We mobilize
and mobilize
in responce to
mobilization.
Yin and Yang.
We and Them.
Spy vs. Spy.
Frick and Frack,
the march goes on,
a suicidal drumbeat,
sheep to slaughter,
life and death, death and life,
to step out of line
is to aid the enemy.
To join the line
is to aid the enemy.
The real problem is
just the shared
enmity.
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