Russia To The Pacifists
1918
God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,
But--leave your sports a little while--the dead are borne
this way!
Armies dead and Cities dead, past all count or care.
God rest you, merry gentlemen, what portent see you there?
Singing:--Break ground for a wearied host
That have no ground to keep.
Albert Einstein 44 -
Dr.Einstein & Dr.Max Planck
Though Albert was a shy, unassuming scientist,
He had the charming ability to connect with people
Through his interesting letters, filled with compelling content.
He made it a habit to write letters to all his dear ones;
Soothing and loving letters to his family,
Sensitive and passionate letters to his women friends,
Sensational theories and discoveries to eminent scientists,
Serene and peaceful letters to pacifists to maintain world peace.
This practice of letter writing, he maintained throughout his life,
*****ray's Favorite Writings*****
“I SPEAK TO THEE OF LIGHT”
The Master spoke…
Brethren, I speak to thee of Light:
The dark/cold void is dead,
The Light warm and life-giving
Verily I say unto thee,
Soldiers To Pacifists
NOT ours to clamor shame on you,
Nor fling a bitter blame on you,
Nor brand a cruel name on you,
That evil name of treason,
You who have heard the ivory flutes,
Who float white banners, brave recruits
Of Peace, seeking to pluck her fruits
In bud and blossom season.
A sterner bugle calls to us;
More direful duty falls to us;
Should We?
Should we all stop eating meat?
No, we'll starve of protein doing that.
But yes, it's morally right.
What about plants?
We'll starve: fruits and berries are all right.
Eat meat instead!
Are we doing enough to avoid nuclear war?
Not enough, we are doomed.
Let's Just Dance
Make love and not war
We've heard that saying once before,
We even heard about giving peace a chance.
But, try and try as we may
No one listened to the words that the pacifists did say,
So, instead they listened to warmongers in a trance.
Why not give up on wars and fighting
Together with pens and paper let's all start writing,
Let brotherhood be our main and final stance.
Let's always help one and each other
Billowing Clouds Return To Summer's Sunlight
Seemingly sumptuous prophecies incite
the celebrative prognosis of a social revolution.
A visitation to the perennial botanical gardens
exhibits the bountiful heterogeneity of our Nature.
Incidental harmonious symbiotic delights
have warmed the weary heart who pardons
the previous injustices of disturbing convulsions.
Weaving through the paths of wilderness in rapture
we induce our sentiments for a cooperative coalition.
Inspirational waves of contentment clearly overwhelm
The Specious Criminal Trial
Which fish
The scuba diver
Is going after?
The big one
Or the small one?
Which sheriff
Is on trial today?
The petty one
Or the pretty one?
Everyone must have its day
War Is An Egregious Blood-Sucker
War is an egregious blood-sucker
War is a dreadful and vainglorious monster
War eats and destroys human flesh
War is not afraid to kill babies in their crèche
War turns brothers against brothers
War is hell and greed. War is hate and death
Both kill the strongest and the helpless
War turns sisters against sisters
At the end of the day, what is left
Is senseless, despicable and meaningless.
Happy Seventieth Birthday To Stevie Wonder
Happy 70th birthday to you, Stevie Wonder
You're amazingly talented. You're a wonder
I am writing for you this piece of poetry
Because you fight for liberty, equality
Fairness, freedom, justice, peace and dignity
Stevie, they call you a civil rights activist
They call me that too, but we're committed pacifists
We raise our voices and open wide our eyes
When our people are hurt. We use our cries
To protest, to fight for their rights to be alive
Risking All For The Universe
It is very often said that there is a time
For everything, a time when heinous crime
Does not pay and a time to challenge
All which is too utterly strange and frange.
There's a time when the Poet comes out of his shadow
To tell it like it is for the sake of a better tomorrow
To rescue the universe, the world or the country in chaos
And to save his combating soul lost in a gigantic hiatus.
Pacifists, Take Note!
Read and study history, all you pacifists
and lovers of man-unkind! Even the poet
e.e. cummings had it right in the end!
Ask the diplomats who sat down with the likes
of Hitler and Mussolini and Hirohito and Stalin
about prospects for peace in the coming ages!
Look at the news on TV, for the sake of Christ!
You really think Western Civilization is the reason
that the Mideast is aflame with hostility for the West?
Why Do We Fight
It all depends, don't you think?
Why not just swallow the line
that pacifists urge on us
and roll over for enemies
intent on our destruction?
Of course, they are never
the ones who stand muster
and form up in ranks
to resist the aggressor
Terrorists Are Not Tourists
Terrorists should never be invited to the Capitol
Vile trespassers or terrorists are not tourists
It is inviting lions to visit the slaughter house
Many extremists are untrained terrorists
Rioters are terrorists who deserve capital
Punishment by sealing their mouths.
Lawbreakers don't fight for freedom
On the contrary, they destroy our democracy
They are delusional and crazy
The Long Government Shut Down By The Orange Alien
This is the destruction of a very beautiful country
This is the dilapidation of an inherited good economy
America has been great for a long time
This is despicable. This is sad. This is a crime
To be torturing so many hard working employees
Over a stupid and inefficient border wall, which one day
Will fall. This barrier will not stop from crossing the bees
The squirrels and the foxes. I am absolutely proud to say
That more people will be able to cross over and to go through
Where there's a will, there is a how and a way. What a fool!
Fine Young Yesterday
Soft pacifists in murals of malaise:
I can barely see you sweaty over the bedroom of
My young days,
Because my ears are burning from cheap wine,
They don’t hear reveille or get up on time,
And they are past over like sated lions on Mondays,
And the tourists have all gone down their enthroned
Gullets like strawberry Sundays,
And up in the sky didn’t I say they are advertising
Your wedding day;
In The Bosom Of The Woods
Simplicity on an abandoned road speaking of
The thoughts left amongst the shells,
As the sunlight weeps down through the vines
Caressing the pine trees—
And strolls in falls across the stolen bicycles
In a heap of collected metal frames—
Like dye-cast forgeries once belonging to a little
Boy's heart—
In the next yards over, housewives become
Distractions in their elements—and the days
The Secrets Of The Truth
Pacifists looking on, jaws constructed of spider webs,
Flotillas of daydreams eking through the yawn,
And wearied, defeated husbands and wives
Still swearing they’re in love;
And under a naked light above you kiss, your flesh the absence
Of angels,
In a mote where what was suppose to be your ethereal guardian
Emolliates:
You just want to lie down with her in a bed that has been used
By no one else,
Warriors & Pacifists
Brother, you choose to walk a warriors path
I choose to walk a path to lasting peace
World has both, so please curtail thy wrath
There’s room for both, to ply our expertise
ROTMS
Toy Gun
First proper spring day time to dust
the old scooter and visit places
on roads few travel… Once I bought
a toy gun- well, I was a child-
it was shiny just like the one
Hoppalong Cassidy wore, he wasn´t
smoking but chewing gum instead.
After two days I got bored and gave it
to a boy in the neighbourhood.
His mother brought it back, they were