Poetry Contest
Averbuch
averbuch at post.tau.ac.il
Tue Apr 8 09:42:27 PDT 2003
My vote is 2 for#2 and 3 for #11
all the bst
Shalom
Tova
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Tova Averbuch
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From: OSLIST [mailto:OSLIST at LISTSERV.BOISESTATE.EDU]On Behalf Of Audrey
Coward
Sent: Monday, April 07, 2003 5:50 PM
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Subject: Poetry Contest
Thank you everyone for the honour of serving as the poet laureate.
Please check to make sure
your poem is listed. Each person has five sticky dots .You can disperse
them anyway you
wish.Apply them to the poem you like best. The person with the most dots
on their poem
becomes the next poet laurate. Please e-mail me your choices by April 17.
audreycoward @bellnet.ca
Audrey Coward
# 1
We have only one poem .... to focus on peace.
and if there will be
only one poem
focussing on peace
sung by a poet
with low voice
millions will listen
as they had been waiting
for to listen
when the unknown one
will offer her voice
to the will of millions
because poetry
is the power of peace
and peace is the will
of the people of the world
# 2 Peace Here and Now
I'm breathing the smoke
of gunshots, mortars, missiles,
and oil wells burning.
I'm stirring in the night,
hearing children crying and mothers keening.
The soft spring breeze
has the grit of desert sandstorm.
The night sky is torn by explosives,
cut by the arc of a missile.
There's no place far enough
to put my heart at ease.
Can I buy another chance?
I want to refuse to take sides.
I want to imagine a world
more spacious and more intimate.
I want the courage to buy
homes and meals and schoolbooks
instead of guns and tanks.
I want to be peace, wild and fierce and sweet.
# 3 Peace Emergence
There is a mment
When from the inside of a circle
The horizon seems to be out of reach.
The circle seems to be bound
Only where the earth and sky touch
Where the sand ends and the air begins
At that same moment
Standing outside the circle
Everything seems turned inward
And as you are standing there
You see time curving away from you
Into still darkness.
The boundary between light and dark
Is an illusion
We transcend all the time.
Stepping from one into another
It is clear that the peace of a desert of light
Is the same as the peace of quiet darkness.
Somehow, from the faintest whisper,
A boundary emerges, curving
To mark the unlimited possibilities
That are both contained and placed outside
Included and transcended
Quieted, and set in motion.
# 4
On the one hand...
The desert whispers
Then wails, with the wind, of death
Yet no one listens!
On the other...
A cardinal sings
A fallen pine hugs the earth
Spring is here again!
On the one hand...
The desert whispers
Then wails, with the wind, of death
Yet no one listens!
On the other...
A cardinal sings
A fallen pine hugs the earth
Spring is here again!
# 5
Open space
for the universe inside of you.
Open space
to include the world around you.
There is no material separation,
Only the wall built by fear; leaving a shrunken head and heart space for
spirit to crouch in.
May the circle of tears and fears
laughter and despair
blood and longing
anger and sorrow
passion and responsibility
expand our space.
Gently washing away the illusion
That we are distant from each other and from peace.
Peace lives inside and beyond this chaos...
Reach and reach farther again
to touch the edges of that place within and without where peace includes
all.
The time is the ever-present now...
The person is whomever you are...
The place is here...
The space waits...
Peace is...
Us.
The person is whomever you are...
The place is here...
The space waits...
Peace is...
Us.
# 6 Peace becoming
People came from all around our tiny planet
Floating so alone
to collaborate on making
a documentary film about
things that matter to
the life forms on our little globe
Floating so alone.
They set themselves a challenge
How may we show our human denizens
in daily coexisting and cocreating?
In a way that captures the emotioning of
the thrill of the chase
the pounding heart of the assailant
the cries of anguish and pain as the tanks roll in
stealth bombers on a deadly mission.
How do we display the passion underpinning
a nod of agreement
a smile of recognition
a friendly debate
the bustle of the local market
sitting in the sun on a park bench conversing
with a stranger
people opening space for others to be beside them?
The film makers found themselves perplexed
And were working on it.
That happened just a few days before the event
which changed perceptions of peace forever
A happening seemingly more seminal
than 911 or any other.
When people spontaneously organised
to stride out for peace.
in great rallies
all over our mother earth
expressing powerfully and confidently
that the only true axes are those of hope.
Since that February day our world
is asking different questions
and the ‘crisis of perception’
of all humanity
is that is a second superpower
hitherto unknown and unrecognised is unfolding.
Already seen to be the only one
which will ultimately
prevail
is the voice of the people
all around our lovely home.
Singing anything war can do
peace can do better.
The film makers now have peace scripts
and screen ploys
ad infinitum.
And while we earth dwellers
will forever be
Floating so alone
The gift of being so connected
removes the loneliness.
# 7
remembering who we are
innocent as the morning dew
harmless as a newborn babe
capable only
of the swirling ecstasy of Love
resisting (yes resisting) temptation
to indulge in sorrow and pain
fear and anger and reprisal
refusing belief
in the dream nightmare
we named reality
reawakening to the Truth
imbedded so deeply i can scarcely reach Me ~
wedded so truly I never leave me ~
seeing Me
seeing You
thankful for the sweet glimmer of awareness
of Who created us
and why
of the journey
and the destination
heart overflowing
awed
by the goodness and rightness of it all
(my heart catapults with the impeccable rightness of the gift!
come see it with me ~
the vast undisturbed unlimited opportunity to find our way home
in our own way and in our own time
always available
never forced
reachable only when sought truly
only when all true questions have been undone
each moment an opportunity to undo another)
(such love! such trust! such patience! such certainty!)
surrendering finally
smiling
i find peace
# 8
While the war goes on,
a moth flutters earnestly in soft spring air
as I sit on the pot.
# 9
Ultimatum
War may come in two days
Our President has lost touch with my heart
maybe yours too
a head, a chest,
a fist
What is the job of the peacemaker now?
Blessed are the peacemakers
but how happy can we be?
how can we be a happiness for all,
bring a blessing to all,
to all?
Bind up the wounds.
Bring soothing water
to clean, to drink.
Hug...
smile...
pray...
mightily.
Find a way
to help the wounded,
neither oppose
nor give more trouble
to troubled ones
comfort, embrace
make whole
again
bring again home.
Who are the wounded?
Our neighbor
our enemy
two presidents:
who can tell among them?
Make whole
give to wounded chest
legs
and heart
and open hand.
# 10 Turquoise
monarch chrysalis
Fourteen days will pass
Alive with it's self.
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