There are monks marching to Washington
Enduring; they persevere, their perstience
long'
There actions to me echo.' Back maybe my call..
For a peoples peace day, they will arrive on the twenty eighth of Februrary before the power halls, just over a month and April will arrive..My indication is the second day.'
For requesting worldwide, that people make a call fir peace, fools days myst be put behind us, Jesus grant release, are these minks a sign of a deep desire? A world of longing, kindling this small fire.?
Anyone can mark the day i note send a card recognising peace.' Cast your worthy
Vote, have a psrty..You do not need me.'
Just a heart for change, that some
good may be.'
( invest in peace it cost so little" yet enriches
Us all )
Listen intently..' peace.)
Munitions roar' the worlds mouth!
Utter death! and denial.'
Much life is lost, too bad.!
How do we count? In evil score?
Let us wipe the slates clean.!
Dared to smile' to think?
Open a vista, the chink of plates
This cup overflow' cease.'
Awaken all peoples
To explore of each chance? piece'
Let it fall, in laps today !
Denying gloom, deny hate'
Give hope a breathing space
Listen intently.' Peace!
Today International Peace Day
Dozens of years of war
Or Referendum
Or Peace
Of Course, Referendum is a way to Peace
So I adore you
April the second to be called "peoples peace day".
From Joe
April the second an international holiday, called peoples peace day.
The second of April as its the day after 'April fools day' I think the world populace
have been fools long enough to the cause and effect of wars.'
I would like all who agree to leave
a short message on Joes blog
I wish you all out there the very best,
want to hear from you and want to add; I know we can succeed ..'
p/s you can also leave feedback on my twitter account @maverixk_joe
A poetical essay by Percy Bysshe Shelley,
I stumbled across this by accident Don, it would make
a great read on any April the second holiday.' keep well mate..
Millions to fight compell'd, to fight or die
In mangled heaps on War's red altar lie . . .
When the legal murders swell the lists of pride;
When glory's views the titled idiot guide
Percy Bysshe Shelley
A sad truth for the mongrel aloof,
yet to die in vain is the matter,
make it a matter of pride? oh forsooth?
The Somme had the bones, yes to scatter,
Don Johnson
Thank you Joe Maverick, apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelly.
It's day one of the rest of our lives
Beginning as it usually does
But this one seems a little bit different
The old world is all abuzz
It's all abuzz with great excitement
Something's about to take place
Has this old world finally realized a truth
We're destroying the human race
Since the very beginning of time it seems
Wars have forever been fought
Over land, religion and ideologies
In a web of destruction we're caught
A day of awakening is about to take place
We have finally seen the light
From this day on wars will be abolished
Peace is finally in sight
Am I dreaming out loud? Can this be true?
Pinch me to make sure I'm awake
Let's hope this time it's more than a dream
But reality for all our sakes!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Paper rain falling dark gray sky
Many tears falling disaster on the rise
Many eyes searching for the love lost
From the hate that fell from the sky
So much life gone so hard for those
Who had to survive
Searching for answers for what could
Have gone wrong
Trying to stay strong as they try to explain
To the young at heart how one day
Hate came to devastate and take
The peace bring a storm of pain
And lost love to never be found
On sacred grounds we mourn and pray
For those we lost on a September day
Who is to say we build from old to new
So few knew those lost but on that day
The world held hands to pray
For the fate of those we lost from hate
Now we wont ever forget the date
The world stud still and came together
Hand in hand together we stand
To remember that warm September
Flowers will lay words will be said
Tears will fall memories relived
The world will hold hands once again
To pray for peace and love for those who remain
This is a great day
The day of birth of The Dalai Lama
A man of peace and compassionate
This is a great day
To make a great done
For the world and the world people
This is a great day
To promote this planet greener and smarter
And better and friendlier
But, really but!!!
I done a BAD thing
I killed a chicken
For my own stomach
On this great and precious day
I am sorry myself
What a bad i did
What blamable my done is!
I am sorry myself
Though people are making a different
I did nothing special other than praying and hoping
I am sorry myself
I am blaming myself
I am hating myself
I am slapping myself
I am crying and i am sweating
I will do a better from this day
I will make a better myself from this day
I will be a fully-committed follower of His Holiness
Long Live His Holiness The Dalai Lama
Long Live His Holiness The Dalai Lama
Long Live His Holiness The Dalai Lama
(May peace prevail in this world and harmony spread on this world as well soon)
Storm
You were shy
I notice I talk a lot about you
You make me smile
I love it when you call me
pretty
You joke around with me when
we talk
But when I'm with you my
heart keeps pounding
You make me laugh at the
smallest things you say
The butterflies in my stomach
get worse every time you look
at me
Storm
You kissed me
At that moment you took my
breath away
The day I told you I liked you
was the day I gathered my
courage
You look me in the eyes and
treat me with respect
I always find myself thinking of
you
Storm
This poem is for you
I hope you never see this
because I would surely faint
Your gorgeous eyes that make
me smile.
This poem is for you
You make my day worth while
When I look at you all I do is
blush.
2: Storm
This poem is for you
I will probably give this to you
when I get the courage lol ;)
xoxoxoxoxoxo
X: Olivia (>'')><(''<)
Would that all wars were over from this day
no more bullets bombs no more death I pray
on bloodied battlefields to end loves dream
let the angel of peace weave her magic ray
The strident bugle sounds that echoed long
silenced now that the battle's cries are strong
jubilant shouts arise this day in victory sweet
declaring to be conquerors right or wrong
Let heads be bowed, give thanks to the lord
as people once more can live in accord
dreams long lost now see light of the day
let peace bells ring as spirits soared
"The breeze outside the window,
Bids me a cheerful day;
The soft rustling of leaves in the treetops,
Has many a thing to say:
'The dark, dreary night is over,
The stars 'gainst the velvety drape,
Have all faded back in the twilight;
Dark horizon the sun now does break'.
The birds in their perches are waking,
Beginning their day with a song;
A chorus of chirping commences,
And lasts all the whole day long!
The dew on the grass, how it glistens!
As the rays of the sun burst so bright.
Tiny beads on the flowers do sparkle,
Like the jewels of a crown, what a sight!
The aroma of morning does linger,
In the air, on the breeze, oh so sweet;
It silently sneaks through the window,
Like the quietest, cleverest thief.
The day has come into being,
This much, I know can be said.
Though the World itself now is awakening,
I turn over, and go back to bed."
Your in the better place now but I want you here
But in the better place you cry no tears you have no fears
But I just want you here
Without any pain
But when your here everyday's a day without rain
Just like the better place
I'd love to again just see your face
But times ticking fastly for us to re-unite
And times ticking more for the day too I will see the light
But your in the better place which is beyond high
so me being human can not touch the sky
But I wish I had wings like like those in the better place
Because I would start elevating and leave no trace
So I can see you again and feel your warm embrace
but im not coming back for heaven is beautiful and great
I'm forever gone Out of state, I'm onto the better place
The struggle of life..
The battle is not over, either the peace is not dead
Between the struggle of life is a pain in the world
The objects are not achieved
either the struggle have brought triumph
Between the two walls of hatred, life still found horrible
The games are played in the battlefield with human life
while God is kept as an Umpire
In the battlefield men grapple each other and die
and bring glory for his country just for nothing
We are human creature and our life is a great mystery
And day to day we are living with paralyzing fear
Our life is so much of struggle without peace
and sweeping with confused thoughts.
We travel different journeys with different paths
Our journey is either short or long
but never meant to stay for ever
But during our stay we have to find a peace of life
and it is only possible through the Kingdom of Heaven.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2006 Ravi Sathasivam
I pray for peace around the world
Each day on bended knee
So why does such a prayer of peace
Go unanswered, answer me
Its not that God doesn’t hear the prayer
He wants the same you see
God prays for peace around the world
Each day on bended knee
But his prayers remain unanswered
For mankind is deafened to his plea
sunrise
the sun breaks through the horizon
hues of orange and pink
envelope the whole sky
it’s a brand new day
follow your heart
let it take you places you
have never been before
the horizon is ahead of you
it calls you to come also
experience the sunset
of the new day past
and a new day to come
To My Mother’s Glory
Today is the day of glory to my mother
She restored Her glory from the
darkness of slavery
She hoisted Her flag of victory
with the millions of hands
Her smile and pride will be stable forever
for that We are ready to give anything for her
She is the women in Love and
She is the rain in mercy
She is the breeze in Peace and
She is the sea in justice
She is the destroyer of violence and
She is My Mother !
Yes! she is My Mother
Here peace will rule and l
Love will determine us
Sacrifices are our way and
Her teachings to our life
Today is the day of our Glory
Yes! August 15th of every year
Dedicated to my nation’s 63rd Independence Day
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