An Act of Peace by David Mitchell

I am not a silent poet

In Peace rooms

Peace cabinets

Plan for Declarations of peace:

How to react to future

Out breaks of Peace,

And how to circumvent

the dangers of

all out Nuclear Peace.

In classrooms Teachers teach

The history of Peace

The Vietnam Peace

Boar Peace

Civil Peace

The Great Peace

The Second World Peace

Each day

We read Peace headlines

Peace in the Middle East

Peace in Africa

Peace on drugs

Peace on terror

Peace on Hate.

Some say religion causes Peace.

And life itself is a long

Peace between good and evil.

Yet acts of Peace

Unite us,

And define the good in us.

When People gather

In their thousands,

To Light candles,

Bring flowers,

Sing songs,

And choose kindnesses.

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David has had poetry published in magazines including Black Light Engine Room, Bard, Zen Space and Simply Haiku.

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It ain’t over and I’m the fat lady by Oonah V Joslin

I am not a silent poet

We’re all strung up on election wire.

It grates, cuts, shreds and twangs

with every changing wind that aspires.

Westminster long since lost it’s chimes

with the people. In these divisive times.

like spider webs, discord spreads,

echoes across chaos, dividing friends,

in the name of god or money. Lies

dressed up as truth: as if the truth is some

thing simple or certain or can be

untangled from the past. Wires,

wires, wires, wires and no communication.

We are divided. Divided. A nation of have-nots

being hung out to dry. But we have

a voice. We can sing together one final, long, loud note.

We can decide which orchestra plays.

Don’t waste your right to VOTE.

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#chestercathedral by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

i come to you each month to leave a prayer to be said. i have no faith yet live in hope. #chestercathedral

look at mosaics, oh absalom, my son, my son.

wonder where the justice is. i come to think on things. each time i am challenged as to my reasons, & do i have a ticket?

#chestercathedral

it is enough to put some off from visiting at all. only the brave. thank you.

#chestercathedral

pray for them, all is in disorder.

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.. wouldst thou be pm, an abbreviation.. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

archaic or dialect question, in appropriate.                         a lowly start

with slight misgivings,  i come arrived from the country, an immigrant

here.

if the task came to me unlikely, i should sew profusely.  a safe bet in that

something grows decently.

do you know how to stitch a lie, when all about grow honesty?  mine was

white last year,

now nothing germinates.

the question is irreverent, no disrespect meant.  forgive me, this is the second

time. this time,

i shall stay.

despite my nationality.

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.touched. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

she needed the fare home,       i gave her change.

the school girl bent level, gave her the note, touched

her and left.

sometimes

we look after our own.

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.moving on. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

moving on from the last verse of girly looking

after girly, we stopped at the jeweller’s window.

the assistant, neat looked bore & very clean. the

rings were                  three thousands and more.

enough to take her        home and more.

“yes sir you may buy the ring, for a
thousand pounds, or choose to save
her life”

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Because by Paul Brookes

I am not a silent poet

(For Afghanistan)

people killed further away
do not grieve any less.

a mother is a mother
even if her fashion is not ours.

a father is a father
even if we disagree with his beliefs.

an explosion is an explosion
even when on a flat screen.

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. a man who helped another man .

sonja benskin mesher

the few know how to detonate, the many don’t.

apostrophe t.

the few add bits and bobs for devastation, muliple

injuries and death. life

changing.

a few help the others, while the others suffer.

there was a picture of a bomb  in blaenau, next

to a drawing of a dick, and a passage from the bible.

hash tag.

deuteronomy.

sbm.

daily post

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. andrew .

sonja benskin mesher

some thing passed the window.

air hangs heavy here. word came.

nest intact despite the storms, despite

the news of every thing.

checked, she still sits, eyes shining, waiting

on the future.

four blue eggs.

there is no photograph

sbm,

#andrewbellon

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Bang Bang There Goes Your Heart by Marissa Glover

I am not a silent poet

After we post Instagram pics:                       ample booty

red lips                       round faces     these happy pouts

out with our besties—

after we subtweet lyrics to our ex: #badforwomen

so everyone knows the song is about him,

we wish now for one more night,

for someone new to take the stage, someone

to sing the world’s broken hallelujah whole again.

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