A Melody Called Peace. Scott Johnson
ho the fishermen are hunters
bringin’ us the fruits of the sea divine.
At sunset we play melodeon and poker
till we fall asleep in a pretty slumber.
Lost our harpoon from the whalin’ days
Smaller fish are now our gentle prey
Found a myna bird in the East Indies
to imitate our shout and respond
Amusin’ our hearts like a magic wand
Kept him like a pirate’s parrot
Ridin’ on the rudder to the keel
Yosemite Sam, with his specialty,
seduced Bugs with a golden carrot.
Approachin’ the captain with a deal
Scoffed it off with a foot and heal.
Drinkin’ up the finest one malt
Waitin’ for the great assault
Keepin’ the fire water from the buccaneer
Bein’ greeted with an ugly sneer.
Bein’ suckered into the greatest lotto
Savin’ my pennies was also my motto
Crackin’ the safe of the billionaire
Goin’ bald while losin’ his hair
Chasin’ the hillbilly mountaineer
Givin’ the loose change to the debonair
Whippin’ myself for missin’ the chance
to jump 'cross the island with some romance.
Ladies are scarce o’er the open sea
We’re diein’ for warmth and sympathy
Hidin’ out from all the work and toil
Blastin’ dynamite while searchin’ for oil
Underneath the deck the ovens boil
Cookin’ the fuel for the privateer
as they travel the open frontier.
Our shirts are dirty, stained and soiled.
We can’t be happier with our brandy
singin’ a funky stamp ‘n go shanty.
A little Peace
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A little Peace
As I was walking slowly by
a church on Sunday morn
I could hear voices raised
in praise for the lord above.
The voices were sweet and soft,
but loud enough for the lord to hear,
as the praises they were singing
drifted through the air.
Not a single voice
was out of tune
as they sang out there.
When the voices went quiet,
a serine silence drifted down
over everything and everyone around.
God was answering their prayers
for a little peace everywhere today.
Artists Together For Peace
By Muhammad Iqbal Behleem
we are together with our Arts
We are together with our Peace
We are all artist of the world
together with our Arts for Peace
We all have very strong belief
That our art relate to peace
Let's sing together for peace
Let's grow together for peace
Let's sing together this song of love
For the sake of Love and Peace
At Peace
By Tatianna Rei Moonshadow, from Rochester MN
That night I laid beside you
With one hand upon your heart
It beat ever so gently
As we laid there in the dark
For hours we spoke
Only with honesty and truth
Somewhere between our words
I fell in love with you
We spoke in quiet whispers
Careful not to wake our friends
As they slept we had conversation
That seemed to know no end
You told me of your weakness
Of your fears and your past
I shared with you the stories
Of the loves that could not last
For once I was contempt
Just to have someone there
Somehow in that conver sation
I let myself open up and care
My heart ceased it's breaking
And my mind laid to rest
Your eyes brought me smiles
While your heartbeat eased my breath
For the first time I was happy
Happy to have someone to hold
As I wrapped you tight in my arms
To shield you from the cold
As the sun began to rise
In the window it shined through
You pulled me ever closer
And I fell asleep, At Peace, with you.
At The Peace Center
By John L. Waters, from Singapore
Each word is a stone
rearranged by the spring tide
down at the seashore.
Earth, air, water, fire
are conjoined here in one piece
at each poem's heart.
When the tide comes in
all the stones are tossed about
by the water waves.
The process goes on
day and night deep in our minds
with each new thought.
There are two movements
ever at work in all things even
in ourselves.
These movements make us
Tangential and radial.
We stroke and we poke.
We bump and we scrape
as do the smoothed stones
along a cobbly seashore.
We move like the stones
moving down