Find false flags,
gasoline rags.
Light a spark.
Cross red lines
in territories marked.
Not so fast.
Hold the phone.
Peacekeeper
or terrorist?
Rule the world
with an iron fist.
The hand of fate,
legitimate
targets that
proliferate.
This is mine.
Don't cross that line.
Flesh and bone,
ownership,
testosterone -
shut up,
I can't take it,
leave me alone.
Diplomat of sullen hearts
Capturing hearts for the
Art of love I am an envoy
Specific to the world
The envoy deploy from east
To west north to south
I am the Ambassador of love
The Master of shores that
Beseech me
The diplomat of truth do trust
You must
To those that are Hateful
I am your dangerous peaceful
Enemy
I am the Ambassador of the
Poor the peacekeeper of
Love you all
For Heavens sake I am at the
Gates
You must devote
For I am Master of Devotion
Ambassador of love
I am your friend
Befriend me
With governments holding hands
with goals to protect the war zones
A peacekeeper takes her place
Amidst the rubble and stones
She does several missions
such as patrols
With armor to her vest
She seeks to protect so many souls
But corruption is rampant
and some days she fears
for her own personal safety
when peace is not clear
Yet still she goes out
and does her sworn duty
to honor and to protect
which mirrors her beauty
Let's thank this peacekeeper
as she is one we admire
who gives it her all
in calmness and fire
purity of the white orchid
peacekeeper of the flesh world
elegance and reverence of the peace dove
representing the Holy Spirit of Christianity
Bible Verse John 1: 32
Peace brought to us by the children
Who know how to lead us by their innocence
On my long trek to church, not just traipsing
I felt utterly overwhelmed by all I'm gapesing
Graffiti, trash & recycling everywhere littered
Wished I could clean up till our town glittered
But I worry about germs, and where to dump
After I gather a bag or two into a huge lump
Also this is probably somebody's job out there
Still-- why don't all the litterbugs seem to care
There should be way more trash & recycle bins
At regular intervals, to cut down littering sins
Maybe Disneyland's called "the happiest place"
Since they sweep immediately without a trace
Once I even dreamt I worked as their sweeper
Cleaners seem to me --a humble peacekeeper
Although my clean-up dream is yet unfulfilled
I hope praying as I go leaves a legacy instilled
Spring blasts in on a winter swan’s golden wing
Bringing all the new grass a season can bring
Winter feels shoved out, and runs quickly away
Spring has come in too heartily, what can I say?
But maybe she does not know better, Autumn argues.
She is the peacekeeper with leaves of a variety of hues.
Spring overheard and decided to come in in a gentler way.
She was seen riding in on a slow bike just yesterday.
vlads terrible shame
invading passive ukraine
choppers come whooshing
red army tanks not blushing
here’s to ~ peacekeeper russians
By
David Kavanagh
All about me my name is James Edward Lee Sr forwards to describe me our love of humanity patience peace peacekeeper
My family members are our daughters Carshra and Carprina son James Edward Lee Jr ranch children LeiNal Williams and Carlin Williams a few of my favorite sports and games are Nebraska football why got family ties Go Big Red, Williams sisters tennis, bicycling Also did I mentioned Let me tell you about pets I love them but of yet I don't have any now Three things that make me happy are general peace, freedoms, two new grandchildren being alive and well. My favorite subjects are reading, poems and songwriting, math, quality assurance matters My favorite fun places I like to go to our churches gospel religious concerts, books and comic stores. I like to eat mostly anything {new things now eating more healthy} some fun not many people know about me is my general love for humanity for children bless the children...
11/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I am turning back the pages of time in my dream
and I find myself again at our family home playing
with my brother in the sandbox- I moan in my sleep
this is a fragile place and painful place and I want to leave
oh, why did you go to fight in that war so far away (WHY)
don't worry sis, you said, I am a peacekeeper we don't fight
but, you still came home in a flag draped box brother
and now you are but a name engraved on a white cross_
the memories I have of you are fragile and tattered with time
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May 17, 2020
Poetry/Verse/In the Fragility of Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1252-925-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, In The Fragility of Dreams
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Sky Flames
The general loved missiles.
He got a tattoo of one.
A big super-duper boom stick.
Boeing MX Peacekeeper ICBM.
Ten MIRV'd 335 kiloton warheads.
City killers on our heathen commie enemies.
The inker moaned like a boiler.
Huffing and puffing.
You represent evil.
You're the military industrial complex.
You're gonna wipe us all out.
And a dozen more rants.
The general sat there.
Listening and getting his tat.
Why didn't you say no, son?
You never had to do my tattoo?
What you represent is madness.
All that firepower, aimed at Russia.
Well son, that's the way the world works.
They aim their SS20s at us.
It's all madness.
Nice tattoo by the way.
I'll remember you when Reagan orders me
to order my boys to push the red button.
In rows and rows
of quietus and grey,
are buried the brave
and I recall the day.
When brother returned
and I fell to pray,
gone my little brother
now, in earth he lay.
He went to fight a war
to keep it far away,
he was a peacekeeper
now, beneath a rose bouquet.
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January 22, 2020
Poetry/Couplet/A Peacekeepers War
Copyright Protected, 20-1218-658-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for FTI - War
Brian Strand
Podium Place One
On Remembrance Day . . . I lay poppies at his grave, a lonely grave among
many, the military grave of my brother. He had been a beautiful baby and
sweet little boy, oh, where did the years go- soon he was a young man; and
telling us he wanted to be a peacekeeper for Canada, and with a smile he left
on a mission to a far away distant land and a distant war. We watched scenes
of bombing and fighting and terrorists, father would say "don't worry he's a
peacekeeper." As time rolled on we accepted that was his dream, but anyone
who says peacekeepers don't die is wrong. I will never ever forget the day he
came home to us, in a box- a hero who only had peace for the world; and I will
forever be doing- an offering of poppies for this brave young man . . .
rows of white head stones
where poppies sway in the breeze-
miles of the brave dead
______________________________
April 25, 2019
Poetry/Haibun/An Offering of Poppies
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1137-528-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest Pick a Title, Vol. 4
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Title Chosen #1, An Offering Of Poppies
Second Place
My brother was a real beautiful baby
and the sweetest little brother a sister could have.
He wanted to be a peacekeeper- thats what Canada is famous for,
so he enlisted and oh gosh, he did look handsome . . .
then, he left on a peacekeeping mission.
It was to a country I did not know
far away, a foreign land and a foreign war.
We watched the television at the horrific scenes of bombing- fighting,
father would tell us don't worry he's a peacekeeper . . .
as time rolled on and we accepted his dream.
Those images of roadside bombs scared me
those news cast reports of fighting breaking out all over,
of terror groups who have no value for life- theirs or anothers.
Anyone who says peacekeepers don't die is wrong . . .
I often kneel at my brothers military grave.
And lay red roses for that sweet little boy
who died a hero with dreams of peace in the world.
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May 24, 2017
Verse/A War Far Away
Copyright Protected, ID 904137
Written for the contest, Foreign War
Sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Ninth Place
No need to break my beautiful sky
It is better to tell a little lie
Than to face the music, how and why
Better be the deceptive I
And not to trouble the existential tie
We are programmed for enjoying pleasure
Of avoiding pain of any measure
Even a little insecurity is therefore a trigger
To tell a lie and stay a peacekeeper
Don’t we tell such lies to ourselves as well
When we say “well, I am not envious”
Even though I secretly check your mails
Freud called them ego-defenses
What lie who will tell whom is imprecise
It depends on our unique upbringing and biology
But the fact remains we prefer to say “wow, the tea is nice”
Even when it is insipid, just a survival strategy
No need therefore to spoil the sunrise
Better to stay armed with the soul-saving lies
___________________________________________________
June 25, 2016
For the Poetry Contest: Sweet little lies
Sponsored by: Silent One
I am Libra
In every way, in every emotional sense
I am the white picket fence
That encases the complexity
Which makes up all that is me
I am me
I am the chameleon
I am the peace
In all the things you wish to see me be
I am passion
I am love
I am freedom and justice and all of the above
But still I am
The diplomacy and balance
That makes up your own democracy
I can naturally lead you to the end of your insecurity
I am strong willed and independent
Charismatic, ambitious and very flirtatious
But that's me
Still silently awaiting
To be in your precious reality
It be a dream you see
To be the rain that showers love
Or the sun that lights up your days
From so high above
But that's me
A peacekeeper, a homemaker
A pervasive, idealistic extrovert
Whose passionate enough to cleverly become
Your most dynamic love maker
I am excited
I am loyal
And all that you see that never seems to spoil
But that is me, the Libra you see
Patiently awaiting
For you to set me free
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