Non-violence, find peace - World Peace Society of Australia

Non-violence, find peace - World Peace Society of Australia

 

A  great opportunity to share with the world your own heartfelt feelings in inspirational peace poetry - the language of the soul. We would love you to take the time to write something about peace. We value soulfulness and not technical ability. So get to it now and email us here..

 

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Featured Poem

'No room for hate' by David Gould

Wrote in response to our daughter being killed in the London Bombings of 7 July 2005

 

There is no room within my heart

for revenge, fire or hate

there is no room within my mind

for any thoughts like these.

 

I cannot find the words to say

just how it is I feel

but I know from deepest hurt

I must forgiveness find.

 

The hurt that’s been done to us

cuts sore like a knife,

but we must not, repay in kind

what has been done to us.

 

Instead we must try and find

the way that is so hard,

and reach out our loving hands

to find some friendship now.

 

There can be no more healing thing

than opening wide our eyes

and seeing that most other folk

are really just like us.

 

 Some Quick Links

* A Hugging Song by Sally Campbell

* World Peace is the real thing by Funsho Adekunle

* Peace by Christine

* Don't take away my hope by Leanne D Hendley

* Each of us shine by Richard Wheeler

* Two Peoples Conquest for Peace by Meriem

* Every man woman and child on this planet has a mother by Rosemary

* Garden of Peace by Allan Cooke

* Eyes by Donna Louise Ellice

* I will wake again in darkness by mark mulligan

* FEBRUARY the 14th by Erika Kristein Kaptein

* About war much has been written by Wolfgang P. May

* Have you ever stood still and felt by Joni Pulido

* Peace Offering by Judi

* Once upon a time… by Lizzy

* Teddy Bears for Guns by Ada Aharoni

* Why I’m Grateful by Julian Weichel (age 8)

* The World I’d Like to See by Ariel Weichel (age 13)

* Fear by Elke Holt

* Prayer for World Leaders by Carol Hansen Grey

* Australia September 2001 by L. Armour

* My Personal Revenge by Ron Reed

* Hot Rage, Dry Blood, Warm Tea by Zaakiy Siddiqui

* Peace can be achieved by Amy

* IN THE NAME OF DEMOCRACY by Emily Ann Easton - 18 years old

* Peace is not easy to find by Kevin Ronkko

* Peace Question 1 by Laurie Phillips

* peace be with you by Karen

* HEAL THE PAST by Beveridge

* Peace is a cuddly teddybear by Eddie

* Until by Max Merckenschlager

* Let us Save The Planet Earth by Anne Siroun Perry Sourjian

A random selection from our database

My ViSiOn Of tHe WoRld Of tOdAy FrOm September 11th to Now


Is there peace?
Is there really such thing as peace?
Like those that happen in stories of faerie tales?
Or like Keiko in Free Willy who’s back freely swimming with the other whales?

No.There’s no peace in the world today.
There’s no peace of what I can see.
I see people who suffer in many different ways.

Many are confused
Many are sad
Many are dying of the diseases they had.

Others who are hungry,
Some are out of money.
And even more that still struggle just to get food.

I hear people crying and begging for help.
I hear people screaming in pain and agony.
But there’s no one to help them.
There’re only people who ignore them.

Terror. Is that our world today???
Yes. It’s terrorism.
Many die because this.
And others who moan and sob for those who died that they miss.

Who suffers the most out of this?
Children.
Having to see people die in front their face,
Why can’t we make this world a better place?

Why is there terror but no peace?
Was it because we didn’t solve a problem like putting together a puzzle piece?
Or was it because we didn’t solve them in the past?
Or was it because more problems would come out if you’d solve them too fast?

War.
Does it have to start again?
To see even more people suffering then in WWI and WWII?
So you could see the death of your friend?
Or so you could see a falling bomb coming towards you?

Why can’t we stop all of this?
Stop the anger and the hatred.
The fighting and the killing,
Will it always end with bloodshed?

Being different.
Is that a big mistake?
Having a different skin color, culture and religion?
Then if we have to be the same, what does it take?
Since it’ll depend on the people and their conditions.

Those who want power and money,
Don’t they realize what they are doing?
That power and money isn’t everything?
That it’s not worth for many who die each day?
That they don’t hear of what people say?

Do some people try to help those who are in need?
Yes they do.
But many are losing support along the way,
Since not many are willing to pay.

Does life have to be this way?

No. Not if there was just one voice.
That can make a difference by carry the burning flame of peace.
Who can change all of this just by their choice?
It’ll be up to them to put together this world piece by piece.

I can do that,
But I think if we could do it together it would be even better.

 

Diah Sarwono

Embarking on war


an unearthly evening. deep-frozen seagulls.
bloodcherries dropping from the icicles.
like envoys of false, dead stars,
schooners are passing by, bypassing

the laws, the splinted minister mouths,
the wound-fevers of the hounds.
sly boots with stripes, pulling their foreskins
back, storming forwards to get a stripe.

anointed by those who found oil, Bushers,
they will set the Tigris on fire, the bailiffs
of religion, the oily rogues. no steel eye’s
sharp enough to block Their Way. but

God, who blessed America, throw frost, pause
the pace of their panzers, break those boots that
carry the war-ruins of my city out to the East.
I, I can only rabidly hate, to hate.

Mark Meekers

Concerning dead soldiers

Consider the sadness of the dead
when Gods that final truth supply
as boon for lives unfairly shed
in service to persuasive lie.

Do they envy the fallen few
embalmed with poison of the truth
partook while sat in chapel pew
or sniffed while in their voting booth?

Do they impatient, count the days
until they meet again the liar
who justified his war and preys
on young to stoke in Ares pyre?

Do they despise their coffin's flag
or covet the colors of their foe
and wonder if dead men should brag
or now more calm, their bold outgrow?

Or wasted do they silent sleep,
mute promise of the young that died
for empty glory purchased cheap
and charged to chauvinistic pride?.

Gerald Bosacker

 

 


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