We are the nouns, the mighty tidy nouns
house cat, mouse, bat, zebras, elephants and gowns
you’re nothing without us, the verbs smirk, laugh and say
twirling, whirling, dancing, singing, along the way
the adjectives and adverbs laugh at these arrogant two
You might be the wood and concrete, but we are the glue
without us you cannot be mammoth, tiny, cold or blue
this was from a frustrated adjective named McGrue.
or dance daintily or prettily said an arrogant adverb
thinking you are all that without the others is kind of absurd
a peacekeeping preposition tried to make a pact,looking at each side.
over, under, upside down, around and through, his name was McBride.
Heidi comes to mind the instant I hear the word Switzerland.
I see snow-capped mountains, sparkling waters, vast meadows
Bern tour will include medieval clock tower and Muenster Cathedral
I will include Lucerne’s chapel bridge and Montreaux, on Lake Geneva
Dare I visit the berg of Zermatt, named for Alpine’s meadows?
Do you realize this is a car-free resort town?
I may have to peek at Geneva, home to peacekeeping organizations
Peacekeeping and neutrality the mainstay of Swiss politics.
the old men in their dress suits,
uniform of their trade
talked away for days
until a type of peace was made
and the troops could come back home
from peacekeeping in the land
a face saving formula
with the withdrawal all planned
and out in the real world
the factions of left and right
survived in spite of the invasion
quietly prepared to restart their fight
in a land made even more desolate
than before the invasion began
until there emerged again
a dominant leading man
and that tyranny
supposedly overthrown
emerged from the shadows
regenerated and re-grown
and the old men in their dress suits
seeing the stability of command
forget the dead maimed and dying
and shake the bloodied hands
a carnage for nothing
for when all is said and done
if tyranny wears a different face
has any victory been really won
I think perhaps or not to dream
through clouds above ocean’s peacekeeping
to be transfixed on sunsets
spellbound by breath of breeze
and smell of summer fading
February 22, 2022
clad in black berets and boots
all camouflaged with heavy guns
their armoured jeeps in Indian file
like obedient dogs they march along
faces pale from the burning sun
peasants tender, weak and poor
gaze helpless at the peacekeepers:
what begets this act of war?
give them a chance to make their bread
lend them a voice to sing their song
show them love, let them dream
that’s how peacekeeping is done!
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
Gratitude
Generous honesty
Granting serenity
Goes all the way inside
Glows gathers Gaya earth
Glorious foundations
Grants gracious splendid gifts
Gives thanks to galaxy
Grows changes gains graces
Gazillions rewards
Generates momentum
Glances at peacekeeping
Game-changing composure
Galvanises strengthens
Goes forth and multiplies
Guess who wins in the end
Gathers love compassion
Guarding non-violence
Germinates truthfulness
Gobbles up aggression
Guides paths-ways and journey
Guarantees salvation
22nd September 2016-09-22
Triple Pleiades syllables counted
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Optimistically
The day was dying
In the twilight of the horizon,
White unicorn with shaken mane
Was sowing
a peacekeeping seed in the hearts.
Sped through flared ridges
To dive in a lake's pupil,
Forest fairies
To be flooded by moondrops
With them to play
Till the dawn cracks
Breaking the root of the dream.
enemies among friends
violence never ends
find a familar enemy far away to blame together
for the reasons we have become destitute this way
whole societies blamed for the actions of one
paranoias manipulated
this is not rational thinking
mind cornered with logic to think one of a few things
its too logical to be insanity
too sane to be blasphemy
and to blasphemous to be true
ways of the land
and cultures blamed
they get along great over here
what of their diet
quality of air or soil
poisoned rationality coming from somewhere
another act for man
testing waters of war torn countries
so we can all breath a fresher breath of air
Peacekeeping can be messy
and as painful as it is to repeat myself
i may just find a way to rip your heart out
for it may happen to you in turn as the ways we tend to poison ourselves
poison rationality or not
i just ask you to please pace yourself
mindful of logical consequences cornering the mind this way
blasphemous truths becoming reality
needing an unreachable enemy
for survival until the savior truthfuly soothesays