Peace Poem 4

Peace Breeze

by Joy Dickerson

Peace recedes
Wreathed in weeds
Beaded in seeds
Swathed in sweet
Ebullient breeze
Peace leaves

Peace heeds

Scented sweet peas
Riffling reeds
Veeing geese
Leaves of three
Let it be

Peace sheathes
The honeybees

The gleaming wheat
With rain in sheets
Summer heats
Moonbeams

Peace leaves
Wreathed in weeds
Beaded in seeds
Swathed in sweet
Ebullient breeze

Peace recedes

Peace Poem 3

Dona Nobis Pacem

by Joy E. Dickerson

Darkness lengthens. Shadows
Outline bare branches.
Nest lies broken on the ground
As if birds never again return.

Now the winter peace has come.
Oak leaf shivers brown.
Blackbird caws.
Icicle shimmers like glinted peace.
Snowflake falls crystal-quiet.

Pull down a blanket of silent snow so
All be peaceful on the eastern front and south and north and west.
Capture peace like snowflake on the tongue.
Embrace it as you would a crying child.
Murmur, "peace has come."

Peace Poem 2

Second in a series of poems about peace to celebrate the holiday season.

Peace: A Fantasy  

by Joy E. Dickerson

We cannot find it if we cannot imagine it. 

Here is my imagined gift for you,

For birthday,

Christmas,

Hanukkah,

Anniversary,

For graduating from eighth grade:

You will receive true peace on earth.

All fighting shall cease

All weapons and violent acts will disappear

Coercion and propaganda

Will shimmer like heat over a fire

And vanish.

Love will fill every heart and we will

Weep for all of the potential we have destroyed.

Then through the weeping will come a great quiet

And through the quiet will come a voice singing

And then another, and then a million voices, 8 billion voices.

No more, no more, will be the refrain.

No more Nagasaki, no more My Lai

No more Hitler, no more Charles Manson,

No more bullying,

No more hatred,

No more poisoning of the spirit,

No more, no more.

The singing will swell into a great healing

And eternity will begin.

We cannot find it if we cannot imagine it.

Peace Poem Post 1

This is the first of a series of poems I have written about peace which I dedicate to the solstice time. Most of my writing on peace leans on the lyrics of John Lennon, for whom I am thankful.

Give Peace a Chance

For Linda Donahoe

Peace is the hummingbird at the feeder
Peace is a dog with a stick
          (Which he drops to go digging)
Peace is the first blooms in wintry woods

Peace is the absence of worry
          And the presence of beauty
Peace says, I accept you as you are
          I do not need to change you
          You are beautiful
Peace says I am where I am right now and asks,
          Where are you?

All we are saying, is give peace a chance

Imagine nothing to kill or die for
Imagine everything to sing and shout for
Imagine the poorest and most ill
          Brought to the table and clothed and fed and healed
          The most rejected embraced

Imagine
Envision
Predict
Foresee
Give peace a chance

All I am saying, is give peace a chance.



                                         by Joy E. Dickerson
                                         January 2, 2011