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By: Eileen Francis
Look at the moon, isn't she beautiful
she's seen it all
the silent witness in the sky, I can almost hear her crying...
look at those solemn eyes, is it any surprise?
You know, she's seen it all.
That the leaders of this world have continually marched us into war.
Unable to imagine anything more, this is what they settle for.
And every day I pray, I pray there will be an Epiphany.
Every day, in every way I pray there will be an Epiphany.
And the leaders would all rise
against war
and all it ever stood for.
And a new commitment to compassion
for the whole human race would take its place.
If you think this only about freedom...
freedom comes only in the arms of truth
if you think this only about religion, what religion are you?
What
religion are you, for the fear that poisons the wells of this world run
deep and seem to rule more mightily over the heart of mankind than his
own belief in God
If you think this is only about God, then God help you now, if you think that somehow this pain is divinely ordained...
This is more about man than it is God's plan
Just ask that silent witness in the sky, I can almost hear her crying..
And every day I pray, I pray there will be an Epiphany.
Every day in every way I pray there will be an Epiphany.
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The Last American Folk Song (Pictures and Poems)
By Terry D. Miller
I.
Pictures and Poems – trapped in my mind.
I dare to stumble over them.
As I walk, I seek to find
An answer for this crazy mayhem.
What has happened while I slept?
“Young princes died, while kings and queens all wept.
The Court Jester persisted in his crazy antics,
And the Ladies-in-Waiting did wail and panic.
The Court Mage relied on smoke and mirrors
to spin-doctor the tales of our dear kingdom’s terrors.
The Knights all fight, but their lights are extinguished
As the Soul of our Great American Dream is relinquished.”
Solutions to this madness, I don’t know them.
All I can offer are pictures and poems:
Have we learned anything from the classics we’ve read?
Greeks and Romans, once mighty, now dead.
The swords they lived by proved to be more
Sharper than they bargained for.
II.
“Save the Whales,” is the battle cry
of middle-class liberals, wondering why
their message is sincere, but their voice unheard.
Animals need protection, we’re entrusted with their care
But how in the world could we ever dare
Put their well-being over humans’ with but a word?!
We’ll act out this drama
to perfection. Let’s rehearse:
“You can save the whales, go right ahead,
but please save men, women, and children first.
We’ve raped the earth
and now we’ll pay
for our indiscretions great.
She’ll fail to yield her precious fruit,
we’ll weep, but
we’ll be too late.
III.
The Rich they grow richer by the sweat of the Poor.
It waters the Earth, and empires spring up.
While the Blood of the Minorities drips and lubricates
The machinery of the Man’s sinister set-up.
Happy are the Ignorant, for they,
After feeding on Fear and Pride, will play
Into the eager hands of “-Ism”:
Materialism, Sexism, and Racism (Bigotry is not an “-Ism!”)
If segregated, we’ll die while apart,
But when together, we battle for Control
Through love and understanding, we can make a start
of figuring out each one’s role.
Solutions to this madness, I don’t know them,
All I can offer are pictures and poems:
Children are our future, heirs to our past.
Let us hope this American Folk Song will be the last.
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Walking Papers (Friday’s Psalm)
By Valerie Russo
Weary Spirit
I watch you wander.
Torn muscles,
despairing eyes,
sorrowful heart,
limping
trying to find a place
to claim
your own safe refuge.
Arms open
I die to embrace you,
shelter you.
Keep you from
the cold darkness,
the abyss
threatening to drown you.
Overwhelm
both you and I.
I wonder why
I feel so strongly
your need.
When you,
yourself,
tell me to stay away.
Fearful of the power,
the abyss has
over you,
scared it might claim
me too.
Your demons
becoming mine,
ours.
Yet, you fail to realize
that my demons
are the same
you face
everyday
when you look in the mirror.
For our fates
are so intertwined
that they fail to appear
as singular
when scrutinized closely.
But instead
are as tightly
paired as the double helix
Of a DNA strand,
Curving and spooning
around each other.
The blueprints of two lives,
combined, conjoined,
trying to materialize new life.
The evolution of the soul.
Weary spirit,
I engage you,
wish you Godspeed.
May your sojourn
Bring you home.
So that your dirty feet
and worn soul
may be washed
in the basin of my lonely tears
and be replenished
at the oasis
of my desert reservoir
which I will water and tend
everyday
so that you may drink.
May your journey
liberate that hurt child
who peers out from within.
May he find a home
and be at peace,
no longer needy.
Let the worries dissipate
and the air be clear
so that your lungs
may fill to capacity
and refuel your tired body.
The path you choose,
I pray,
let it be clear of stones,
if it is not,
let your bloody feet
find their way
to my healing palms
so that I may be
the salve that balms
your feet
with my grace.
Weary one,
let your journey
be expansive.
Receive its lessons,
its enlightenment
but do not over do it.
Let it come to a close
so that the life cord
which I extend
from deep within
my uterus
not snap or break
if overstretched.
Keep the map of my love
close to you.
Read its words
and gifts
with your inner eye.
Let their power
glow inside you.
Let them flow
intravenously
through you.
Use them to delineate
and guide you.
I will wait outside your door.
He who leaves always returns.
It is the Tao of the universe.
Matter can never be destroyed.
Men are never quelled
only transformed.
May Buddha
hold you in his path.
May you journey
in a circle.
I pray:
May you come home.
May you come home.
May you come home.
Safe and whole.
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Haiku
By Joy Tucker
Tea garden in spring
Smiling statue of Buddha
Covered in blossoms
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The Craft
By Susan Brooks
No one writes without a base
Of experience in life
And so I write of roots
And rifts and codependency.
I write of colors, Black and
Brown and cultures that I
Love of working women
And island men, especially
When they’re young.
To write an ethnic
Point of view can
Be a urgent task.
There’s no escaping
Responsibility for
Confronting all the isms.
But our live are not only
War and pain and singing
Psalms, but filled with
Laughter, happy times
And memories galore.
When we are gone,
It will have mattered
How we lived our lives
And whether we stood
Up for truth and had
A spiritual side. It
Matters if we?re healthy
And set a good example
And history will sure
Record both failures
And success. But
Though it may not
Change the world,
It helps to make it
Through if we can
Share a joke and
Laugh then exchange
A hug. It is this which
Separates us from tyrants.
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The Reason Why I Cry
By Tuwanda Muhammad
Devoted to the end, fire burned in your eyes
Air ripped from your lungs, your physical demise
Focused on the prize, Focused on what’s right
Knew of the danger, but sacrificed your life
Hate for hate, Love for love
Now your soul has wings, flying up above
I see pictures of your face, fire burns in your eyes
I lost a pearl; This is the reason why I cry
War is the answer, the name of the game
Different years, different weapons
But, death is still the same
Peacefully coexist, that would be nice
Until then the price is your life
You left a seed, planted here on earth
A son without a father, not the last or the first
He looks like you, he has your eyes
He will miss you; This is the reason why I cry
Your soul has wings, flying up above
Hate for hate, bullets not hugs
Tears shed over blood, nothing justifies
She lost a pearl; This is the reason why I cry
The world is an oyster, gone is a precious pearl
You tried so hard, to bring peace to the world
I hope one day, your life won’t be in vain
You are not here, but your spirit will remain
Hate for hate, Love for love
Now your soul has wings, flying up above
I see pictures of your face, fire burns in your eyes
We lost a pearl; This is the reason why I cry
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The Beauty of What Once Was
By Elizabeth McNally
In this darkest of dark nights
over walls built
to keep saviours out
and persecuted spirits in,
they came.
Carried on tiny motes-
shards of starlight
They drifted
from a golden yellow room
Where men drank freely,
while others bowed and frail
picked up the instruments of lighter days.
They lovingly caressed
and coaxed
the beauty of what once was.
Burnished wood
slipped under a cheek
made hollow by ignorance,
Under eyes made vacant
by the endless nightmare,
Over a heart that contains the seed
of what cannot be taken
A skeleton’s arm
rose and bent
As stiffened fingers pressed
to find
the beauty of what once was
In a golden yellow room
Gossamer threads
moved over taut strings
that had known another’s touch
Taken from a mountain
of broken dreams
she was carried here
by one who loved her
As she warmed once more
in a loving embrace
she sang in remembrance
of the beauty of what once was.
From a golden yellow room
The notes escaped
on light that seeped
from half opened windows
Under doors intended
to shut out completely
the beauty of what once was.
They travelled through the dark night
Suspended in starlight
guided by moonglow
To the ears of the condemned
To those who feared
the world no longer heard them -
and the beauty of what once was.
From a golden yellow room
The notes descended
Into hearts famished by loss
Into minds starved by loathing
Eyes that no longer slept
were closed and lulled
Lids pulled gently down
By the haunting music…
By the beauty of what once was.
On shards of starlight
from a golden yellow room
The notes danced
over broken bodies
and their sprits rose
once more
to break free
and travel
where the music beckoned
To a sunlit meadow
To a noisy family table
To a lover’s first kiss
To the forgotten sound
of laughter -
To those things held in the heart
And to that which cannot be taken
In this darkest of dark nights
This gift of music arrived
Bringing with it hope
And carried by the light
Of the beauty of what once was.
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Here With Us Today (for Daniel)
By Amir Zaki
You spent your life doing what you believed, And that's the highest
place of all, a man can ever reach, Life can be unfair, if seen
individually, But we know there's some balance for life to Be.
You balanced for the angry,
And your work has been received,
You balanced for the forceful,
You confirmed our peace belief.
Daniel our friend, we see what you've done, And you'll always be
alive, in Everyone, Who can see the sunrise, and live another day...
So Daniel you're here with us today...
Yes Daniel you're here with us today,
Years may pass, but you'll BE WITH US that day, And Daniel, you're
here with me today.
Your family's called Pearl
And I can see that it's true,
It's like they always knew,
That you will shine.
Everyone of us, sees you with awe,
Like a hero taking a fall,
For the ones he leaves behind
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Pure and Evil
By Dorit Noga
Danny you are breaking news
Chills run down my spine
evil killed you
senseless murder
opposite of all
you are.
Bow down in respect, oh evil
kneel down and lay down and beg for your soul for you are not worthy
of warm smiles and music not worthy of all that is he.
Words
for Daniel Pearl, a collection of poems written by students of the
Performing and Visual Arts Academy, Birmingham High School 10/10/2006
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A Man of the World
By Gilmar Romero
An outgoing guy, Daniel Pearl
He was loved by many and now
honored by most
He knew the rhythm of music
and walked to a different beat
When he stepped somewhere
It was with compassion and joy
Always keeping an open mind
to others
and himself
The world to him was like a book
just waiting
to be read
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Why?
By Jazzae De Waal
Born a gifted writer
He is the man
our world has grown
to know
A talented reporter
who put his life
on the line
just to inform others
The charismatic type,
a man who loved life
and all of its wonders
was robbed of something
so precious
it left us to ponder...
Who these people were
and why would they do such a thing,
taking the life of another human being.
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Where'd You Go?
By Diane Aguilar
Speak the truth, let it show
What we are all dying to know
Words and music were your passion
Until
you were put in a world full of misery and disaster Your fate had been
chosen Your loved ones to mourn Hoping to hear you walk through their
door
A place in our hearts you will have
Where we remember your humor and generosity and of course more than that
Know that your work and love
is and was treasured
A monument - you stand to us
Here and evermore.
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Trumpet
by Andrew Calhoun
Performed by Debra Giannini @ Reed College
"There's a garden of woe, you've left untended;
the weeds over flow and the flowers are bended low
There's a trumpet of pain, go blow it louder
Call down the rain, let it shower down all around here . . ."
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For Thoreau
By Debra Giannini
"The seeds, the wind will take them . . ."
My Heart is Raining Stars - by Zuliekha
"Is your heart raining stars, too?"
My Heart is Filled with Love - by Joyce Anderson "Men of anger,
men of war, my heart is filled with love, Tell me what you are
fighting for, this death I see won't make me numb, each boy a mother's
son, my heart is filled with love . . ."
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Our Wish
By Suwako Nagata
1. If from above our heads missiles and bombs
were not being dropped but rather books and notebooks.
We shall be liberated from ignorance and prejudice,
and we shall stop fighting and live together in peace.
2. If on the earth there was not the sound of bombing
that could be heard but the sound of music.
We shall not be scared by terror and hatred,
and we shall be able to sing the song of liberty.
3. If under this ground there were not buried,
landmines or the like but seeds of wheat and corn,
we shall not be suffering from starvation and hurt.
And we shall share everything and live together in peace.
4. If one wish can be realized, let's abandon all wars.
And make this whole world full of love and peace
Until our wish comes true we shall be fighting.
And we shall be marching for everyone in this world.
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Blame
By Sherolynn "Kim" Ewing
If there's a mountain, go on and move it
It's a little inconvenient, but it's time to start
getting to it...been sitting around too long.
And there's an angel, who's right behing you, but you
keep playing hide and seek and it's getting really
hard to find you, you're running way to fast.
Well, you can blame it on your mother, you can blame it on your dad. You can
blame it on the things you had or never ever had but while your busy pointing
fingers....somebodys waiting on you.
And there's a world now, it really scares you, 'cause
it seems so unright and nobody that it's fair to...
who's it fair to? It makes you angry, they should
have told you, like it was some big secret and you
bought in all the lies they sold you...you're such
a victim
Well, you can blame it on you mother, you can blame it on your dad, you can
blame it on the things you had or never ever had, you can blame it on the
government or adam and eve you can pass it off on theories that you don't even
believe, but while your busy pointing fingers....sombodys waiting on you...
Procrastination, retaliation, and if we try real hard we can masqurade our own
salvation. Quit hiding. It's in the mirror, reflecting truth. Look in the eyes
of a victim and the heart of another excuse. What do you see?
Well, you can blame it on your mother, you can blame it on your dad, you can
blame it on the things you had or never ever had, you can blame it on the
government or adam and eve, you can pass it off on theories that you don't even
believe, you can blame it on the kids in school for pushing you around, you can
blame it on relationships and never make a sound......and while you're busy
pointing fingers....
somebodys pointing one at...you.
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Passion - a poem
By Angie Mack
My passion for humanity burns and radiates a light
It might be that I know the truth, but I don't always do what's right
So forgive me if I slip, I skip a beat asleep at night
When I say bad things, bad things it brings, but I'm still fighting a good
fight.
I don't carry much anger these days, weighs a ton and ain't much fun
Or use, unless transmuted for a higher cause, so pause
Before you take a lower emotion in the name of one higher
Try a little compassion in the place of that fire
Am I one with my people if not one with myself?
Still negotiating a path between good and ill health
Consumerism and real wealth, richness within and without
Though I wear a smile most days I still have my doubts
Yeah I marched on that day till my feet were sore
Is democracy where a few decide we go to war?
But I still haven't used my vote - quote me on this line:
Why replace one bad system with another?
Men and power often equals crime
Seems we don't learn lessons taught by time
And ignore history's lessons that minds
Are fickle and forget easily
So why rock the boat if everything's good for me?
Maybe the awakening may seem rude
It'll take some effort but it's overdue
Try living a life lived true
Align with creation, there's nothing you can't do
So work first on the foundation, yourself, your heart
The rest is exponential, just like a work of art.
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Simple
By Marc Blackbird
Darkness gets Darkness
Light brings Light
Where are you standing?
Stand in the light
Light sees sight
and might is bright
Where are you standing?
Stand in the light
Darkness gets Darkness
Light brings Light
Where are you standing?
Stand in the light
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ode to Daniel Pearl
by Lisa Chow
The Daniel Pearl Music Day
plays worldwide in the weeks surrounding
your birthday.
The event pays homage to you.
To the value you hold dear.
To the loving memory you left behind.
They say you push for peace.
However, we are at war.
They say you want to unite people.
However, we continue to divide.
They say you have a gentle spirit.
However, brutal strength reigns.
You would have been a great soldier
In this War on Terrorism
However, Terrorism took you out.
Unless.
Unless, we remember your spirit.
Terrorism didn't take that out.
It couldn't.
Your spirit remains strong
In the people's hearts who remember you.
In your legacy as others hear of you.
With God who created you in His image.
On what would have been your 44th birthday,
Many have come together again.
To remember you.
To pay homage to you.
To celebrate your life.
To keep the candle you originally lit burning.
Thank you for having come into this world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
YOU ARE HERE
A collection of poems inspired
by the life
Of Daniel Pearl
Written by the students
Of the
Performing and Visual Arts
Academy
Birmingham High School
2007 ~~
You Are Here
you were a great musician
you were a great journalist
you are Daniel Pearl
you are gone
but you are here
you are here in my life
Music was your expression
our expression loving it
you are like a brave warrior
your life was taken
in searching for the truth
you are an inspiration to
all
you are a symbol
you are
your spirit lives on forever
you are Daniel Pearl
-- Matthew Garcia 2007
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A Compassionate Man
Danny, I don’t know much of
you
But through good times and
bad
Generous and loving you were
A true citizen of the world
You inspire millions of
people
You did not delight in evil
Always hope
Always trust
You were there to listen
there to talk
with joy, with smiles
with pain, with tears
I know you’ll be there
Throughout the years
Because of you, I now know
The truth never lies
It tries to hide…
LaTeisha Johnson – 2007
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Remember
A wonderful soul
A warrior at heart
A friend to us all
A true citizen of the world
Uncovering truths through
his word
A detective seeking justice
For the good of the world
A musician at heart
A lover of life
Brightening days with an
inspiring tune
A symbol of hope
Danny we will miss you
Araceli Cumplido - 2007
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