Quiet porch and a lazy chair,
sitting for a while is a song.
A blue collar stereotype.
Highlights visible from the air,
bold italics will show up strong.
Iconic, working that pinstripe.
Dusk saunters in devil may care,
sizzling whatever could go wrong?
Tipple a taste of this peace pipe.
Like a view of the county fair,
the big girl rides go all night long.
Such fine architectural hype.
I have built my diorama,
a caricature of drama.
I think the hippies had it right
pop a red and watch the lights
pray against the cold machine
tie dye the world in tranquility
breaking bread with old friends
lend your heart -become undead
BUT
Sometimes the world has blight
evil eclipsing the gilded righteous
time to put away the peace pipe
march within the muck and fight
clip the wing of evil before it flies
dust off the camo-burn away tie dye
BUT
For the most part the hippies had it right.
4/20/24
Another street fight
A body riddled with flea bites
I could hardly ever sleep tight
Each night
Unable to dream right
Too often seeing red not a green light
Taking steps closer toward three strikes
After reaching extreme heights
Above several creek sites
The mountain peak bright
I could see a light
Defining what is deemed as life
Told me you don't have to always be nice
When others take you for a fool and charge a steep price
Just to be able to survive and eat rice
There will be these types
So cheap like
Always trying to cheat in life
You'll see it at least twice
Warned me to lay off the peace pipe
In the end said I may meet a wife
Politics
in Hyde Park
was at the end of a shtick
FDR’s mouthpiece
a cigarette holder
suspended over
his spinning wheels
Pearl Harbor
a puff of smoke
It was a new deal
It was big
The peace pipe
signaling
W A R
USA
evened the score
He is such a prize a purple presence
When he shares his heart
It is no less than amethyst art
Right now he feels small
Even though he is 6ft3 inches tall
You see giants feel vulnerable too
In our conversation he says "I want you"
And my silence is a cherry clue
I've moved on but that last love was true
How can love be so desperately in need
Winds blow throwing breezes of men
Who can openly receive love with delicious green grin
I wish everyone love but I can't be her
For all I can only be for one
So gently I tread on this pearly pink path
Hoping to gain friendship from the jilted lad
For there can only be one destined in my life
I alone will decipher and decide.
It's his kingly demeanor
Makes me esteem and want to be her
His queen and peace pipe
Smoking me all day all night
His kingly demeanor
How he demands me while
Begging in a sweet bass voice
His kingly demeanor
Fishing me from a lake of ladies
I will choose chocolate kisses
He chose me first
To be his Mrs.
Time will show how devine
His kind is.
I tore down the wall of silence
That I built inside my heart
I listened to my own silent prayer
It told me to listen to you
It was not a silence of speaking
But a silence of hearing
Of hearing words of salvation
Of faith and hope and surrender
Somehow I thought planting
My own tobacco would keep me pure
Water and sunlight
And the Native American soil
The Peace Pipe I carved
The dreamcatcher I wove
The eagle feathers I captures
On my pocket telephone
I’m tired of looking at women
Like they are different car models
Cars I cannot afford
And rides I’ll never take
Somehow I need a gospel
A story of good news
About where we are headed
And what out inheritance is
In the super pharmacy
They sell a beverage made with wine
In a bottle with a cork
But it cannot lift you higher
© 2020 John “JohnnyArt” Pavlou
It is time to retire the red skin
Better blood pressure will win
Anger management is done
Now happiness, laughter and fun
If a fight starts
Diplomatic channels will be giving a part
Debating issues known by heart
Kind communication anchored when one listens
That is the mission
Coffees and teas
Using terms thank you and please
Tension will disappear
No need for a ruckus over beer
There is no place to be mad
Handle bitterness and being bad
In a new way
Success will pay
As Washingtonians bellow on their stage
During a mature age
Earning the proper executive wage
Letting feelings out trapped in a cage
Hope wisdom will be prescribed
Medicare paying the medicine ball high
While talking over a peace pipe
Exchanging thought full academic knowledge acting polite
Honesty will be granted a shout
When they tell those sitting around with pull to get out
We sit around the volunteer campfire.
The heat warming our chilled bodies.
Red yellow flames flicker in the darkened sky.
Holding bottles of cold beer.
Some silently drink with solitary thoughts.
Others are engaged in conversation.
Different languages mingling into one sound.
Laughter and music around us.
Someone dances around the group.
We look suddenly there are two, three then four.
In a circle, we dance chanting like native Indians.
No peace pipe just drunken young happy people.
Fallen asleep around the embers of the fire.
Woken up by the early morning call of birds.
Cold shivers running down our spines.
Off to the dining hall breakfast bread and tea.
ONENESS
The heart of
my ancestors
beat not,
but their love does,
all in one accord,
our drums beat
for them,
and our love
always
once again,
beats our heart,
we are united,
warrior and peace pipe,
in
the light of the sun.
Date: 08/31/2019
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Drumming songs of the night fire tribe,
Warrior dancing spirit parts,
Tongues of the prairie songs stars guide,
Drumming songs of the night fire tribe,
Deep shadows of the hawkeye charts,
The wolf scent smokes of the peace pipe,
Drumming songs of the night fire tribe,
Warrior dancing spirit parts.
Date: 08/25/2019
Hi Yo, Silver...says, the Lone Ranger
When Tonto, gets deep into danger
From his tongue of Cherokee
He yells out "kemosabe"
Then they smoke peace pipes in the manger
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the war is over
preparing pardons
pass the peace pipe
October 17th 2018
Today Cannabis has been decriminalized in Canada.
I can't judge you for judging me, I'd just be judging you too. I can't point a finger at you right now, three more will just be pointing back at me. Two negatives may make it right in Math, but here in the real world two wrongs only equal disaster.
So be patient with my impatience and I'll love you through your hatred. These daggers called words we're flashing in our faces might just find their way to somebody's throat. Let's throw down our daggers and smoke the peace pipe, let's wave our white flags in the darkness.
We may not be at peace but let's not be at war. We may not be friends no more, but let's not be enemies. For we better be strangers to each other than casualties of enmity's battles.
Let's walk away and breathe again than stay together and burn to ashes.
Broken in pieces, nothing would work,
Couldn’t hold onto a thought,
Shattered like a mirror all over the ground,
My love had had to abort,
From slow down, be steady, enjoy the whole ride,
Don’t look back while I’m moving along,
It changed from that to a chaos of light,
In a prism that would never belong,
But now all my broken and ripped apart feelings,
Can smoke a peace pipe and restart,
And bit by bit, one shard at a time,
Create a new tender filled heart,
And create our own beautiful masterful piece,
Create a world where we can be true,
And we can choose to be hot and sexier than safe,
Since I’ve absolutely fallen for you.
In the twilight spirits come to play,
listen closely to what they have to say.
In the early dawn, they will sit with you,
and greet the sun that shines anew.
As our sacred pipe gets passed around,
through billowing smoke, some prayers are found.
A ceremonial tradition that honours all things,
come join with us as the Great Spirit sings.
Enlightenment comes when you open thy heart,
it's never too late to make a new start.
Beings from the stars will you lend us a hand?
To help unite this Earth across every land?
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