Irish poet Pat Ingoldsby wrote this poem in 1997. Still as releveant a comment as ever.
ISN’T IT QUIET
By (c) Pat Ingoldsby
When the Catholics have killed all the Protestants
and the Protestants have killed all the Catholics
and the Jews have killed all the Arabs
and the Arabs have killed all the Jews
and the Muslims have killed all the Christians
and the Christians have killed all the Muslims
and all the graveyards are full
and all the crematoria are burned out
and only one person is left living on this Earth
I hope to fuck they enjoy the peace.
From See Liz She Spins, 1997
Published with the permission of the author.
April 22 is Earth Day. The first Earth Day was celebrated in 1970. Read more at Earth Day Network.
April is the National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). Each day the participants are challenged to write a poem based on form (cinquain, ottava rima, tanka…) or theme. In 2013, one of the daily prompts was to write a poem that contained at least five words in other languages. I wrote this one, about linguistic blunders in a cross-cultural working environment. Been there, done that?
Day 1 in U.S. of A
By Zol H, 2013
How do you take your coffee?
she asked, and I said
In a cup, s’il vous plaît,
a big one,
I’m so jet-legged.
Later we found out
that we both knew Pierre,
and I said Oh mon Dieu,
and she said OMG
and Get outta here,
so I left.
Fred Jeremy Seligson posted this at Children’s Peace Train. I love it! The drawings are from Seoul.
I am the web editor of IFLAC (The International Forum for the Literature and Culture of Peace). In 2014, we arranged a poetry festival together with the Children’s Peace Train, with the theme “Peace in My Own Life.” We called it the IFLAC Children’s Peace Train Poetry Festival. Young voices from all over the world responded and shared their thoughts with us.
One of the poems we received was “A World Where,” a prayer for the world to awaken, for the freedom to love, imagine and express oneself. This poem is more relevant than ever today.
A WORLD WHERE
By Anjali Sinha, age 15
Where the vision feels no fear,
The breathe is no more nervous,
The hands are no more bound,
And stretch high to touch the sky.
Where the heart is free to love,
Where the mind is free to imagine,
Where the feet are no more bound,
And can walk on the right path.
Where the ears need not strain anymore
To hear a caring word from a friend,
Where the lips are no more quiet,
And are free to express the thoughts of the soul.
Where people feel no fear,
To lend a helping hand,
To a neighbour in distress.
Where every laughter comes from heart
And every tear, of happiness.
Where trust prevails in every heart
And every reason of gratitude be justified.
Where feelings know no boundaries,
Where billions of hearts beat together,
In the dawn of peace and joy,
Oh lord, let this world awake.
The Peace Train poems are published in this anthology:
For more than a decade, Fred Jeremy Seligson at Children’s Peace Train has been collecting drawings from children and conducting Peace Train workshops. In his poetry, he makes adults see how their actions affect children. The poems, with their short sharp lines, as shown in “Jihad” and “Olives” below, are precise and powerful.
By Fred Jeremy Seligson
Tell a child
By Fred Jeremy Seligson
Had an olive
Jeremy Seligson at the Children’s Peace Train is on the children’s side in his Gaza/Israel poems. Here are some of the poems:
3 YEARS OLD
– F. J. Seligson July, 2014
Poem by Jeremy Seligson, who is running the Children’s Peace Train:
For the Sake
Of our Religions
Our One G-d
I will Promise
To teach my
If my own
Then you could
If your own
So they might
For the sake
For their own
– F. J. Seligson July 19, 2014
From time to time, evergreen poems and stories and speeches emerge that touch hearts. Like Dr. King’s I Have a Dream speech. I have a dream, too, to write The Poem of my life, so precise in its wording that it conveys exactly what I want to express about human relations. Raw, free from clichés and affectation.
I am not a trained writer. I have, however, opinions I want to get across, but regretfully not the patience it takes to write longer pieces. Once in a while, I construct word-pictures that I am really satisfied with, and a broad smile bursts over my face. But overall, my poems remain commentary in style, more like compressed blog posts with line breaks that make them look like poems. Maybe that is simply my natural mode of expression, the best vehicle for me to give my words the edge I want. Nevertheless, I will keep looking for those words to create The Poem of my life.
IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD
By © Zol H
Words, you cannot hunt them
They come in their own time,
when you least expect them
or when you most need them,
in the middle of nowhere and everywhere
You never know what sparks them
Best to arm yourself with pen and notepad,
because all the sudden, they fade away
like dreams in the early morning hours
My theory is that
they set out from the point of origin
at the dawn of mankind,
travelled down the centuries,
comforting, blessing, inspiring
Platon and Shakespeare and Ibsen,
Cohen and Kerouac,
Woodward and Bernstein,
declarations of war and peace,
pro et contra
telling the human history.