peacemaker held off,
let them fight, that's what kids do.
I'll back the winner,
demand a truce, when it's done.
peace will rise from the ashes
Dorothy’s fabricated Pollyannaism struck me as obnoxious.
She pretends to be a pacificator at these PTA meetings.
I have seen her social media posts.
She is an avid hawk with violent words.
She loves guns and bullets.
Pretending to be a dove here.
Asking for us to vote her in as president.
Does she have the other women fooled?
Should I stand up and speak?
I catch the eye of another woman.
We do not know each other.
Our eyes roll in unison and we laugh.
I let things slide, hoping others are not fooled.
Decipher
I was lost, but now I AM found
To wear Father's rightful crown
Father's wondering Stars
We saw who we are
Our Lord's love has no barrier
Our hearts were the carriers
Father wrote our song
Each note belongs
So as I was trying to study unsuccessfully all day, attempting to get ready for tomorrow, I finally gave up. The following came out instead. Funny how it is with me. I read a post by someone that had been reading a book, and it grabbed my attention. Then heard a song that I hadn’t heard before. While those two events were rotating in my posterior cingulate cortex and medial temporal lobe, this came out. I only had a few minutes to write it down before I lost it. Not sure if my geographical references, or historical names and dates are right, so I’ll just blame the wind. And it’s not really about Native American, black, white, or race. It’s “The Call of The Peacemaker”
Or
“The Wind Cries Out For Change”
How do you write so fast he asked her
Meaning why do you think you’re smart?
Foreseeing a mini-disaster
She asked him about his own perceived art
I loved her voice
I've seen her eyes 100 times
but she never glanced to one of mine
I've thought about her 1000 times
yet she never had me in her mind
I'm watching
my happiness
walking from a mile
away
and all I can do is stare
in times of trouble
the mind cannot read the heart
yet it beat for you
© Harry J Horsman 2018
My other cat is calm and patient
The peacemaker
With strong eyesight
He loves to play with string
He thumps with his big paws, running
So affectionate, loving, social
He greets me at the door
Greets me in the morning
His big eyes stare at me
As if he is always thinking
He follows me, watches me
Loves to sit right next to me
A steady, special member of our family
Heidi Sands
10/1/17
Both curious and wishing I could meet
this man renowned surrounded by mystique,
I'd wondered if he practiced in deceit,
so there I was to listen to him speak.
How strange the things I’d heard! What to believe?
He seemed so plain of dress and countenance!
Perhaps because the common man’s naive
they sought him for uncommon sustenance.
For many came with hungered souls to fill,
while some said he would lead them all astray.
Deriding him, they baited him, but still. . .
He would not be confounded, and that day
He touched a blind man’s lids and made him see.
Then Jesus smiled, and peace enveloped me.
For "The Faith Healer" Poetry Contest of
Kai Michael Neumann
The Peacemaker
Your innocent eyes
Mask the wisdom behind them
Sweet tenderness
Layered by bricks
You never falter
Your longing heart
Contends with a bridled spirit
Innocent dreams
Thickened by fog
You never know freedom
Your never-ending patience
Shields the frustration within
Calm acceptance
Surrounded by thorns
You never judge
Your unfailing kindness
Cascades over rocks and stones
Pure loyalty
Encompassed by bitter truth
You never forsake us
Peacemaker
Look beside you. He will not let
you stray to another. Tell the other
to go away is what I say. No, you
can not come out to play.
He's a wolf in sheep's clothing
pretending to be a peacemaker. Don't let him
fool you, as you have moved on with life
and now you are someone's wife. Don't
play with his world as he is now your
husband.
Please listen to the words of
wisdom, as I had a dream of what's to come.
Swords to cut the soul all from
another's words of promise remember he's
not the peacemaker. Look to the one who
cuddles you at night
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