War On Peace

  War On Peace

Streetart By ICY & SOT (Iran)

I see yet another scene,

War, war the goggle box screams

Wars on streets, kids fighting back,

All for their solution, a joint or some crack,

This is not Utopia,

Responsibility is their myopia !

War, War The government screams,

Send our boys to fight an opposing regime,

To help their brothers whose rights are denied,

Yet there will be casualties affecting both sides,

This is not a bad dream,

Communication should reign supreme!

War, war being fought in my nations name,

The heavy burden which just causes shame,

Kids fighting in and on our streets,

Parents guidance diluted, empty, deplete!

This is not a mummy state,

Nurturing should be innate!

People power can create peace,

Peace in one's mind, 

Is a peace of some kind, 

Peace on this earth,  

Would need a rebirth, 

For all of humanity,

To restore balance,

Hope and a sense of sanity! 

Submitted to JP At The Olive Garden whose theme was Peace

Balancing The Impossible

Balancing The Impossible 

Good,evil, wrong or right 

Are they bad if it's not within sight ?

Cultural and social traditions,  

Black magic, old suspicions, 

Arranged marriages of submission,

Same sexes needing permissions.

Life existing in a deathly stance, 

Yet murders committed in a glance,

Those left, feeling devastated and bereft, 

There is no understanding of the human theft,

Created in the name of a god or idol,

Those Fierce fanatics turning suicidal !

Good,evil, right or wrong

The world may one day, sing the same song 

Gather together in harmony as a loving clan, 

Restore understanding, hope, a balance,

A united front, a global Yin Yang.  

  

Submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics whose theme was Poetry and Philosophy

A Social Emergency

 A Social Emergency 

Love and peace within out city, 

Seems to be a real scarcity, 

Its become a social emergency 

Balance needs to be restored, 

Its a matter of the up most urgency 

Societies systems are constantly abused 

Kids left to fend alone, no longer amused 

Love thy neighbour, now just a phrase from the past! 

Innocence of childhood cut too short, not long to last,

 Greed and avarice run amok, run rife!

In this our civilized 21st century life. 

We need to inject some love intervention

If peace and harmony is society intention!

Banksy 

Dreams For Sale

Dreams for Sale 

If dreams were sold, 

What stories would be told ? 

A bedraggled street urchin 

Dining at the Ritz for Luncheon?

If dreams were sold, 

What transgressions could unfold ?

A remedy to untruths and lies,

Even truth in politics made to apply !

If dreams could be sold 

What could we do with unlimited gold ?

Destroy our moral being, 

See all of humanity fleeing ! 

If dreams could be sold, 

What would happen to all the old ? 

Driven to maintain our looks and youth,

Or would indifference become our truth ? 

If I could buy a dream,

It would be to mend humanities seams,

Let all suffering and fighting cease, 

Bring about moral and spiritual peace. 

Dreams should be our reality 

When it comes to societies humanity. 

Freedom and peace should be a given!

Until this end we as a race should all be driven!  

Freedom, Peace and good health, 

Should not depend on monetary wealth

The whole mixture of mankind 

Should ensure this elixir is assigned 

To The World !

This photograph was taken by Amy Shepherd In Southville Bristol UK the artist though is unknown

A Colourful Life

A Colourful Life 

Natasha Head

Colours fill my mind,
Memories and experiences
My history in design.

Colours fill my life,
  As a mother, wife and lover,
Psychedelia runs rife

Colours are my being,
Inhabiting me within,
Kicking insecurities fleeing.

Colours make our world
Cultures and nature an artists pallet,
Mixed together in a harmonious swirl.

The world is our art
Vandalised only by the human race
A montage of peace,
 Should be our start !  

Submitted to In Tandem  with A picture courtesy of Natasha Head 

  

 

 

The Protection Of Peace

Banksy

 The Protection Of Peace

On hard, concrete, grey, lifeless, stone, 

Gently and delicately,

Created, a dove alone 

A messenger of love and peace, 

A padded jacket  protecting her feathery fleece. 

People walking on hard macadam, 

May  

wonder why ?

Peace is no longer our Madame ?

A gentle woman that'd caress 

Nurse humanity, through its stresses, 

Who would no longer have to be swathed 

In a jacket for protection

For humanity she would bathe,

Lovingly, with care 

She'd teach us not to fight and stare,

She'd sponge our souls in peace 

So wars, prejudice and hate 

Would stop! 

Cease! 

Submitted to dVerse poetics On the theme of texture 

Missiles Of Love

Missiles of Love 

Banksy 

Around the World, missiles and guns.

 Constantly fired 

Death, birth and love though, 

Not yet retired. 

Innocent children brought into this political unrest 

Too young to fight

 Too young to protest 

Innocence and love in childhood

Is their life,

 It is their norm, 

 Yet elders of countries, 

Constantly fighting to reform!

Maybe the saviours from the devastation 

Emanates from their seed

For every fighting nation 

Its from the innocent 

They should take heed 

No prejudices indoctrinated 

Peace, love and tolerance, 

 The only missiles activated. 

    Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 44                       A Community for Poets to Share dVerse

Human Atomics

Human Atomics

We're in a room, hitting the walls

The worlds not round its like a hall,

People can't breathe, they're walking the walls

Their ideas keep crashing and having fights. 

If only one of them could see the light

The hall's so long and people can't see,

Their ideas so small they need to be freed !

Lets knock down the wall,

So people can see, let their ideas breathe,

Then hopefully they'll see the worlds much bigger

And its not just me !

Little People,Big World

Little People,Big World

Given to us at birth,
The way we live on Earth,
In our colour, race and faith,
Always some who are born to hate.
Their adversaries are the same!

Bombs against life go flying,
While the young innocent ones lay dying,
Boys who have grown into men,
Tortured by their beliefs and fighting again.
They are all the same!

Both breathe the same air,
Have the same thoughts,
Both want the same,
Peace of some sort!
We are all the same!

Our globe is so big,
Their thoughts so small
They can't or won't see,
Its big enough for all
Are we all the same?