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My Brother’s Keeper

Brilliant.
Yes, we are keepers.

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​The goddess spoke,
her voice the wind.
The trees bowed in awe.
They shook their branches
vigorously,
the leaves clapping
their applause.
Trembling trunks
swayed
as they dug their
roots in deeper.
Mother Earth shook
with a tremendous sound
asking the goddess
extemporaneously,
Am I my brother’s keeper?”
The goddess shook her head,
dismayed,
the waters washed up wildly
from shore to shore.
Rivers revealing
ravenous mouths,
lakes lapping lustily
at their banks,
and the ocean ostentatiously
ascended mountainous heights
as a tumult of cacophonous creatures,
climbed into the air and soared.
The mountains mumbled
in stony disapproval
as the clouds shed tears
of both sorrow and joy.
Denizens of the sea rose
from the depths,
the waves teeming
with breaches and splash,
and noise.
“Am I my brother’s keeper?”
Echoed into the sky, into space.
The moon and sun smiled
down onto Mother Earth,
and kept quiet in their…

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Thoughts about Dallas

Very thought provoking questions…

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  • We have to stop killing each other.
  • We have to stop believing that killing each other solves anything.
  • We have to realize that anger unfocused only makes things worse.
  • Are things any better because these husbands, fathers and war veterans are now dead?
  • If you find these deaths cause to celebrate, what does that say about you?
  • How does protesting an unjust death by committing an unjust murder make things right?
  • Is this some kind of competition, where the only goal is the even the score?
  • Whose wounds are now healed because of this?
  • When did we stop valuing all lives?
  • How did we get to this place?
  • How do we get out of this place?

If you want to read about the fallen officers you can here and here.

Or share your story via Twitter #bluestories

Please pray for the police officers and their families and everyone impacted…

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Who am I?

Love this poem started with a great question… And stunning answers. We are all these things and more. Thanks for sharing!

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Poetry by Ming D. Liu

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Shadow of Peace

I love this poem the best for our #poetsforpeace project. Come join us.
Imagine if we all did this for each other…climb on shoulders and cast a shadow for peace…

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​We were born into fire,
into a world of flames.
Where like a Tower of Babel,
we appeared to be different
although we were the same.

Our skin chars and cracks,
it blisters and peels.
Because of indifference
our futures are sealed.

The heat is rising quickly
I gasp when I breathe.
Singeing lips and nostrils,
with no way to leave.

In the depths of this crucible,
sunshine is just more heat.
I want to hide in the shadows,
I just want to retreat.

But you thirst for the sun,
tell me the light is good,
and with a petulant smile,
guide me out of the woods.

I look over the horizon
but can’t see past today.
So then you fill me with hope
with the things that you say.

Your words lift me up,
then I pull you up after.
Together we run away,
into love, into laughter.

Now…

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O’er the Lands ~ #PoetsforPeace

What a wonderful contribution for #poetsforpeace.
I hope you will consider adding your voice to our collaboration.

Dorinda Duclos - Night Owl Poetry

This is my contribution to the wonderful collaboration of poets around the globe, the brainchild of Michael from The Poetry Channel, and hosted by our dear Neha of Forgotten Meadows.  Please consider adding to this beautiful piece of work by clicking HERE and posting your poem in the comments.:)

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It takes only a moment, to be kind

When human hearts, seek to find

The warmth of a smile, a cheerful face

Love and happiness, without a trace

Of hopelessness or mere despair

We, as one, must show we care

By lending hands to those who need

And stopping those who intercede

As brothers and sisters, together we stand

And Peace must reign o’er the lands

Poem & Photo ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

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Lift Every Verse

Please join us as we lift our voices for peace. around the world.
#POETSFORPEACE

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Please continue to spread the word about the Poets for Peace collaborative poem hosted onForgottenMeadows.

Make sure to emphasize that poems should be pasted in to comments of.rhe post.

Calling All Poets, Creative Minds to a Grand-Collaboration, Poets for Peace.
We have had a tremendous international response and want to keep up the momentum. So share it on Facebook, Tweet, Instagram, whatever you do, do. Your words, all of our words.are sorely needed.

Lift Every Verse

Lift every verse and shout
to anyone who will read
we are sick of this violence.
we are so weary our hearts bleed.

It has become so commonplace
we have become so inured,
a malignancy metastasized,
only with love can it be cured.

We can’t continue this way
this profane course of impunity.
If humankind is to survive
it will have to find unity.

~
M. Zane McClellan
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Blood On Their Hands

Poets for Peace

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Blood On Their Hands



Blood was on their hands,

Smelling raw and sticky,

Stained the darkest red.

Voices whisper pleas,

Beat against deaf eardrums

But getting no attention.

Never feeling the last breathe

As it escaped so many,

Caught up in their tragedies.

Ignoring over time past,

When the perspective

On killing had changed.

Those thoughtless acts,

Resulting in a life lost,

Upsetting the natural order.

Indulged in war strategies,

And games, and crimes,

Camoflaged and justified.

Drones dropping bombs

Across borders into lives

Counted in the casualties.

Acts of violence on strangers,

Turns likewise to neighbours

Whose lives do not matter.

Sewing seeds abroad,

To inevitably reap at home

A disregard for existance.

And for most individuals,

They only feel the graveness

When death darkens their doorway.

They, having done nothing

Until tragedy hits their household,

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