The autumn wind of fourteen-
ninety- nine
Blew over Basel in a crisp, sharp
line,
Where Swabian battles found their
silent close,
And from the ash, a sovereign
peace arose.
On twenty-second days of that
September chill,
The ink was dried, the clashing
swords were still.
The Holy Empire loosed its ancient
hold,
As Swiss resolve was etched in lines
of gold.
The treaties signed, the mountain
cantons free,
To chart their course of armed
neutrality.
While far away, across the shifting
deep,
Old empires woke from centuries of
sleep.
The month drew closed, the
modern world awake,
With every bond the Swiss had
dared to break.
A second half of autumn, fierce and
grand,
That drew the borders of a fearless
land.
Life is crazy for millions of people. But we can make the choice for inner peace. We can choose to behave in a peaceful way. We can promote peace instead of discord.
To live peacefully each day
By Michelle Morris
16/02/2026
Whispers in the night
Silence doesn't lie
Everyone has a right
To sleep peacefully tonight
Life is short enough
Life is long and hard
Whatever you're going through
Try not to be scarred
Let the feelings rise
Let the memories flow
Let the energy go
Let your heart's peace unfold
Life is sweet sometimes
Life is bitter often
Whatever you choose to focus on
Try to allow the positive to soften
Whispers in the morn
Silence in words we pray
Everyone has a right
To live peacefully each day
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
All the silent letters
Are for legends and try
And well trade it true...
Tribally, I Mean...
Just the silent e's,
Don't Look BACK.
THANK YOU.
I forgot was the
Title... Even...
OK.
-Gray Squirrel
01-20-2026
dream time hopefulness
we close our eyes faithfully
expecting to wake
slumber peacefully
letting our soul float away
worry free carefree
Of Passing Cloud
- Roger White
Unaware of the world below, a wispy cloud suspended between Heaven and Earth
drifts westward against an azure sky…
…blithely
As if coaxed by an unseen presence or hastened by a gentle call,
reaches the setting sun of the western horizon…
…quietly
Awash in hues of gold, beautiful and radiant,
delicate tendrils touch the night’s first stars…
…gently
A wispy cloud escapes the bonds of Earth,
ascends into the embrace of Heaven…
…peacefully
I’ve got a million words floating around my head
Used to construct rhyming sentences.
Cohesive thought is the author’s thread
For sewing poems of past remembrances.
Some make sense; some are absurd;
One or two might actually be good.
But mostly, they are just the word
Of a man often misunderstood.
I once sought fame or notoriety
After hanging titles on my creations;
After sharing hundreds with polite society,
I never experienced any such sensations.
I am destined to die leaving a legacy somehow
Of poems that have never been read;
They can’t haunt me then as they haunt me now
After I am peacefully dead.
People of different choices
On the same planet earth.
Some guys use their last breaths
to get some billionaires
And others want to win
The hearts of billion
people through the truth.
Huh? It is the reality of life.
Truth comes on the podium
Lies hide so quickly
Many people laugh loudly
It seems as some dramas
Which some liars
and true people play
publicly.
Oh! yes , yes , really !
A poet says loudly ,
" It is poetry ...
Let us continue
living peacefully
With the truth
On this planet earth."
June 26/ 2023
Of what essence it is
To fiercely assert a formalised choice
In the name of political honour
That produces terror?
I fight for my party to win
Yet us our country is between
The leaders and the led
Any need to fight?
Because her we have to as one ameliorate.
As simple as peaceful to vote
Just speak to the ballot box
Instead I've always caused things that box
My task of getting my boss there
At the height of prestige
In formulation of gangs of my fellow young dudes
To contend by physical exertion.
So funny!
It's now I realise
That the sons of those influencers are always absent
In our brawls and thugs
And in our forces;
For their fathers’ failing fates;
Like they have none,
Or ain't they our peers?
But they all do.
I see!
Ergo, I'll no more to vote fight
In rote we'll vote.
Elections are opinions, not dominions.
A joyride
Like that of a high speed rail
We may take our partners
Our small children
Or our old parents
For a joyride
Looking around
Scenery and nature
People and crowd
Shops and houses
Cars and buses
Highways and lanes
All are eye-catching
After a long time confining to
Walls and beds
While people are still hesitating to dine-in
Because of the virus
I love a joyride
I won't leave the outside world
Out of contact
I take photos from the car
I eat inside the car
I enjoy the hustle and bustle
Of life outside
Even though through
A small car window
I was bornt to this world
I was gifted
I won't leave it alone
Will it leave me alone
And I hope to live with it peacefully
Can I
I like to penetrate your soul too
Your world too
With my true love
Although only a little left
Can I
Wind peacefully soft
Begins to steadily waft;
Life is colorful,
The Next Man wonderful.
Security is stable,
Killers uncomfortable;
Their aforethought readable,
Every move predictable.
Where there could’ve been riot,
The clamorous are quiet;
No more of The Abusive,
Less of the Laughter Derisive.
Evil is no more presentable
Nor vice understandable;
Nature keeps image rebranding
At corners Angels standing!
trees have lost their Autumn colors
yet the winding path I walk is still in beautiful decay
a pond I pass mirrors a still azure sky above
and the cold water reflects ducks floating
the days are shorter and soon the ducks will fly away
but today they glide peacefully side by side
___________________
October 31, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/gliding peacefully
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1401-886-31
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size #25
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 11/07/2021
Submitted to the Standard contest, Strand No 1042
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 12/29/2021
Be still and listen
Breathe in to quiet your mind
Peacefully Silent
Eternity Lion Looks Peacefully At the Lamb- -
bright eternity
a great, content lion looks
because of the lamb
3/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Please Just hold my hand
Nothing to fear if you do
For I am going
To travel in the heavens
To a place of perfect peace
3/2/19
oft times brutal not so short,
but nasty acknowledgement,
(this anonymous, conscientious, efficacious...
frivolous gent writhes at bloody history),
yet mindful premeditated how to be worthy,
and now feels forced to be acquiescent
(as well other citizens might) calling
(er...actually writing), an August
aegis body vowing to be adherent
to codas, doctrine, ethos...adjacent
with government sanctioned destruction,
and indefinite adjournment
of peaceful coexistence with native peoples,
who never accepted unfair (raw deal) adjustment
(most often forced with violence) preceded,
and/or followed by admonishment
of aggressive, corrosive, deceptive...
indiscriminate butchering and adolescent
women and children,
an irrevocable Janus-faced advancement
fate awaiting all aboriginal tribes
fueled by advertisement frequently with bounty
fast forward to present age of affluent
price tag to lobby and or represent
deliberate gerrymandered voting districts,
where trumped up agent orange
iz new black aggrandizement
finds Donny Brooks saturing the media
with proclamation defamation of this very day
stigmatizing valuable news as so subtly "FAKE"!
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