Songs for World Peace
The global environment can survive only if we learn to live in peace and harmony with our fellow human beings. At the same time, as Dr. Jane Goodall says, "To achieve global peace, we must not only stop fighting each other but also stop destroying the natural world.".
Peace Songs
We need the inspiration of music to help fulfill the dream of world peace. CLICK! for a comprehensive collection of favorite Songs for World Peace - on the theme of world peace and understanding compiled by Harold W. Wood, Jr. and offered here through an Internet link via permission. Thank you, Harold!
Life is like a candle.
It burns, burns and burns and gives lights to others,
And goes down and down until finished,
And leaves a good example in world.
Life goes down and down every second.
Are we giving light to others?
Are we leaving good examples?
Are we leaving a bright name?
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From YUBUPA:
The Nightmare wasn’t a Dream at all
I had a dream
A very bad dream
where little kids were sad
Hunger let them beg
Thirst let them drink what ever they found
Tired , little kids had no home or no house
Poor little ones full of dirt
Dressed in rags
Eyes which tells you a story which is sad
Suddenly a big shining car passed by
Stepped out was a family in shining clothes
What a difference
What a world
Not even a minute was spent
To pay attention on these little kids
These little kids had not
even a place to rest
Their little eyes begged me for HELP
I woke up and realized that wasn't a night mare but reality
Reality which I cannot change but help the needy
If everyone of us would carry a part of these crosses in the world
This world would become a better place for each and everyone.
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"THE REALITY is not always VISIBLE"
OR CANNOT HEAR NOW DOESN'T MEAN THAT "THAT DOESN't EXIST"
WE CANNOT SEE GOD AND STILL WE BELIVE IN HIM
WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY IS THAT,
WE CANNOT CLOSE OUR EYES JUST BECAUSE WE DO NOT KNOW OR SEE OR HEAR WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD
WE CANNOT IGNORE JUST BECAUSE WE DO NOT HEAR THE FACTS IN WORLD LATEST NEWS
WE CANNOT IGNORE JUST BECAUSE WE DO NOT HEAR THE FACTS IN WORLD LATEST NEWS
WE CANNOT ALSO SAY THIS OR THAT CROSS IS TOO HEAVY FOR US TO CARRY
WE CANNOT CHANGE THE REALITY BUT WE CAN MAKE IT EASIER TO HANDLE IF WE ALL WOULD HELP EACH OTHER
NEVER FORGET!! WHAT YOU CANNOT SEE DOESN'T MEAN "IT DOESN'T EXIST"
Let's dream, plan and Do for a better world...
Let's make the year 2008 witness of our successful endeavors...
Let peace prevail as long as humanity...
Let's decorate the earth with joy and colors.
Come and pray to grow and succeed...
Think of humanity, talk for loyalty and faith.
Grow stronger to help the self and to help others…
A New beginning, a fresh thinking, a gentle breeze for better breath..
The new year beholds a lot of happiness and ever lasting joy.
A Poem of HOPE by
The sentiment of A Better Community for All (ABC4All)
Amit's poem is a perfect expression of the
HOPE that the future holds for the CELEBRATION OF ONENESS Movement.
Thank you for your great expression of what is possible in our world.
Light a Candle for Peace
UNITY across DIVERSITY
In time of need,
There is a deed,
Each of us can do:
All can heed.
It is a statement
No one can deny.
The wish is out
In 48 hours, but
ACTION IS POSSIBLE
Keep the candles
Alive with FLAME
RELIGHTING anew
As a SYMBOL for
ALL to know
Our will to PEACE
NEVER will cease.
May Peace Prevail on Earth!
Respectfully,
Burton Danet, Ph.D.
Co-Founder, ABC4All
http://abc4all.net
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Re-Membering Ancient Grandmothers
Re-Membering Ancient Grandmothers
----Inspired by the Teachings of Elizabeth A. Hin
and the wind blew so that leaves
danced as old friends, and eternal lovers.
Even now the music plays in
my head.
A drum beats steadily
as bells create joyful melodies of Grace.
It was then that many were reborn.
Reborn
with the understanding
that love is patience in the knowing
and feeling of humility, and compassion.
Many were re-born knowing
love is all there is, and ever was.
And therefore it is no surprise
that today we find ourselves
amongst the fallen red/orange/yellow/green leaves
and gather them tenderly
as if they are our most precious possessions.
For these leaves represent
the passage of time---a settling,
an understanding,
an appreciation of Grace.
Ancient Grandmothers are surprised, really,
that we don’t re-member
to fully embrace the breath of our hearts.
It is a breath as sweet as jasmine,
as salty as an ocean breeze,
as light and refreshing
as the smell of trees when it rains.
The breath is all things
that allow us a new understanding of the old.
We often have reason for celebration
for we are ancient in our desire,
in our faith, and our understanding.
And re-member, since the beginning of time
Grandmothers have said that
peace is a pathway that lies
beneath each thought, feeling, and action.
Peace is an opportunity
to create a world of tranquility
filled with hope, and manifested by healing.
Peace is the smile of joy
on a child’s face as she or he
holds the hand of a grandparent
and adoringly they say to eachother,
I love you!
Peace is each of us re-visiting our anger
and forgiving ourselves through love.
Peace is honoring the healing process
and holding a space for the joy
that can come after.
Peace is each of us walking tranquilly
with no guns, no weapons of mass destruction,
and no more red buttons in the white house
created to annihilate the world.
Peace is hope, day and night
illuminated by hard work, and the quest
for cures of all the ills of our society.
Peace is illuminated by each step into grace
and the reconciliation of differences
that now serve to plant
new seeds in our Universal
Garden.
The Ancient Grandmothers are surprised, really,
that we don’t re-member harmonics
as the flowers of Grace which eternally
have formed new bouquets of hope,
of infinite healing, of courage,
of solutions to age old challenges.
These bouquets honor and salute
our entire sentient family
and reflect a unique understanding
of the future of the Universe.
Ancient Grandmothers
are asking us to become
more aware of a special sense of order.
Rebirth, transformations,
endings, beginnings again, and again
remind us that there is always cause for celebration,
always an opportunity to expand our vision,
and our hearts.
Ancient Grandmothers are asking
Us to pay more attention;
to walk in the field of miracles,
to embrace the newness of leaves
fallen with hope, appreciation and courage.
What if in this moment we imagine
a potential new healing
supported by angels, masters and spirit guides
as well as trees, mountains, oceans,
sea lions, eagles, doves,
dolphins and whales.
Ancient Grandmothers tell us that
truth is the constant re-minder
and the unearthing in the Now.
truth is the intuition and courage
within each of us.
Truth is the desire to live, hope and dream
of love---of a tranquil world with opportunity,
healing, food, equity,
and the fulfillment of good dreams for all.
Truth is a new song created by the symphony.
The chords are stronger, the harmony intensified.
Surety is the reality.
Resistance too is a part of the song.
Together it all becomes a
symphony of love
within the passage of time.
Love is traveling through unknown pathways.
Love is with new purpose.
Love is with new meaning.
It is a song where fear is transformed
into hope with the courage to take
a solo of compassion created by humility.
The symphony of love creates a
New Infinite Harmonic
that carries us beyond; in this time,
and beyond, the beyond, the beyond!
Ancient Grandmothers remind us
that Joy is in the be-ing,
in the recognizing, in the acceptance of love.
As breathing creates the pathway
for the journey of love
into new sound vibrations of Harmonic Grace.
The sun shone on a crisp Fall day,
and the wind blew so that leaves
danced as old friends, and eternal lovers.
Ancient Grandmothers, and Grandfathers
are surprised; really,
that we don’t re-member harmonics
as the flowers of Grace
which eternally
have formed new bouquets of hope,
of infinite healing, of courage,
and solutions to age old challenges.
-----Miss Mellie Rainbow
10/29/07
aka Melony McGant
P.O. Box 230103 New York, NY 10023
Phone (212) 502-0895
Musings about the potential of humanity
as we explore the ordinary, and discover the Extraordinary!
A Special Blog by
Melony McGant aka Miss Mellie Rainbow
Melony McGant, poet, storyteller, humanist and world lover of children lives on HOPE; works to breathe in love, and exhales fear (false expectations appearing real). She says "Perhaps our current challenges are wake-up calls for our collective awakening to truth." And she believes that the truth is, there is no need for our constant bickering, our disdain for eachother, for wars and killing, for world hunger, massive disease, for discrimination, subjugation, or oppression. She maintains that LOVE, even on a rainy day, is the answer to our dreams, our individual quests, and our future collective identity. "If we can learn to value our children, our elders, ourselves, and our Mother Earth=Heart, then surely we have the power to impact society and to create a world filled with JOY."
Miss Mellie Rainbow's Love Alphabet
A Always Love You because when you love yourself,
you have more love to share.B Be who you are, not who someone wants you to be. C Care for yourself and care enough to care for others. D Believe in the Divinity within you and every other sentient being. E Experience the ecstasy of life! F Forgive others but don’t forget to forgive Yourself. G Be gentle, genuine and generous with your love. H Have an open heart. I Be your own inspiration and illuminate the heavens. J Look for joy within you.
K Be kind to all kindred spirits. L Like yourself, laugh often and live life with leisure! M It’s okay to be marvelous!
Manifest your dreams and create loving memories.N Be noble and know that as you face the nemesis within,
you will be victorious!O Your
heart has an ocean of melodies waiting to be sung. P Preserve and paint your heart with precious positive memories. Q Take time for quietude and be open to quantum quality in your heart. R Remember to receive love with appreciation and joy. S Search your soul, find the love within and remember your greatness!
T Be tender with your thank yous. U Be universal. Know that MotherFatherGod is within you! V Be vibrant and know that
you have value and are worthy to love and be loved!W,X,Y,Z Wealth is the warmth and giving spirit of your heart. Xanadu,
a place of great beauty and contentment is YOU! So be zany with your love!
Hearing and Obeying
God's Voice
God's Voice
(Isaiah 48:17-18) Thus says the LORD, your Redeemer, The Holy One of Israel: "I am the LORD your God, Who teaches you to profit
, Who leads you by the way you should go. {18} Oh, that you had heeded My commandments! Then your pe
ace would have been like a river, And your righteousness like the waves of the sea [the River of the World, filled with high negative ORP and with a pH
9.5 for drinking to bring to the world. "PAW is not a promise. It is a Blessing!" The truth, as Dave Gray knows it. We give thanks that it has been possible to go forth heeding the word.-sic].
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This is a peom about peace dedicated to children who are suffering around the world in commemoration of 07/07/07 ( bridge of relief).
" Satifaction of the mind
Sacred heart of love
Greenish vegetation
Resurrection of unborn talents
Joy of sound sleep
Sleep true rest
Meaning of life
Not existence
Umbrella of true love
The world need you every moment
Every hour, The world need you;
Tender heart of love
We come you
Temptations loose their power
As thou art
Teach us your ways and
Fulfil me your rich promises
Peace! peace! peace!
Be our companion through life"
Sacred heart of love
Greenish vegetation
Resurrection of unborn talents
Joy of sound sleep
Sleep true rest
Meaning of life
Not existence
Umbrella of true love
The world need you every moment
Every hour, The world need you;
Tender heart of love
We come you
Temptations loose their power
As thou art
Teach us your ways and
Fulfil me your rich promises
Peace! peace! peace!
Be our companion through life"
YAKUBU ALIYU( DIPLOMAT)
SCHOOL OF HEALTH INFORMATION MANAGEMENT,
USMAN DANFODIO TEACHING
HOSPITAL,
SOKOTO.
+2348039192612
Sewing the Seed of Peace
Today I am tirelessly doing my very best to prepare what could be one of the things I should have done a long long time ago. For days and nights I have scrawled on countless papers, tasted pencil leads and chewed on erasers. I didnt mind not getting enough sleep. I didn't mind the scorching heat as I travel along unshaded paths to carry the message.
To what do I owe this futility? To whom do I offer this opportunity? Will I still be around when it has grown majestically?
COMMENT by Prudence from South Africa
We all look forward to this feeling of accomplishments once we've archieved a particular goal..
Peacebuilding seems to be a goal that needs time, patience & dedication...
Who know's if it will be achieved and will we still be around to enjoy the fruits of our labour...
We'll keep working,for future generations.
This is a beautiful poem.
To Be One
I am the face unseen,
The voice unheard,
The goldmine undiscovered,
The vision yet to be realized,
The potential yet to be tapped,
The dream yet lived.
I am not the rage lining
The corners of the streets.
I am not the hunger,
The anger.
I am not the disease,
The poverty
Nor the song of no liberty.
I am not the threats and
The fret.
I am not the illusion,
No, not the discord.
I am the seed with the
Potential to grow and feed
a thousand mouth.
I am the one who brings smiles
Upon the once dry faces.
I am the one with the will power
To withstand the tempo of the
Hot day and the pelting
Fangs of the cold night.
I am the invaluable emerald
That adorns the streets of civilization.
I am time never to be stopped,
A star never to quench.
I am myself. I am one.
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POEM AGAINST STIGMATIZATION IN CASE OF AIDS...
NO I DO NOT WANT TO DIE ALONE...
Dedicated to the victims of the AIDS. The chopper of the life Has just fallen down on me Leaving me any respite The summer is curiously cold. Bonds of the life Slowly untie themselves Nobody wants to know If I want to live or to believe in it. Alone in my corner I tighten a recluse hand Nobody dares to take it By fear, so tender. I approach the world Who flees me and thunders me Those which one believed friendly, love Pass, going make a turn. A prayer A last from Earth To my single refuge Before the flood. Their crocodile tears With my death, tears useless The odd pain Their glances. Not! Not! I do not want! Not! Not! I do not want to die alone! Like the day in the arms Cold twilight I do not want to die alone! I am the same one I am not different As you I was child In spite of my misfortune, I remain the same one. Take my hand A new history On the ash of the other, a destiny With more blue than of black Give me The smile that you gave me, when I was me Give! Hours of the life Tear the screen of the pain Nothing can anaesthetize my fear This fort relent of crimson. A certain hope In tomorrow At the bottom of my hand My heart to believe in it. I do not want Why me? I cannot Why you? What about our hours of laughing Our hours of living All our free writings This dash not to die. A long poem The last Which will not be read That I will have at least written Share by all those Who sink in the silence of despair Far from all glances The miserly smile I do not want!
By Doumouya Vamé David "DVD" +225 05 98 44 64 Member of NGO BD/SIDA Abidjan – Côte d'Ivoire West Africa |
THROUGH MARY’S WINDOW OF PANE
09-11-06
Mary was kept awake
Most of the night
By dreams of chaos and war
Slumber, then in and out,
A restless sleep
Her pain so deep
In Mary’s mind, a prayer so dear
A prayer to calm and cast out her
fear
Her pillows contorted
Images so sorted
She tossed and tossed,
Her world was spinning round and
round
Mary’s eyes opened slowly
Still with blurred vision
She gazed outside at the Cathedral
Mission
A monument, so full of God’s Grace
Eternally now frozen in Sacred
Space
A landmark within her
Now set forever
Outside Mary’s window of pane
Awakening, this morning
A missed embrace, from husband
John Sr.
Could it have been an ominous
warning?
Mary looked out, now in horror
As terror ignited the morning sky
Off in the distance
Cry’s of persistence
Mary’s mind was now racing
Thoughts of John had her pacing
America now awake
Instant media called to action
Each frame in a fraction
In words, now in pictures
For Heaven’s sake
A new form of earthquake
Struggling for words
Unable to speak
Mary recalls having such a good
week
Beloved John’s fate
Now so uncertain
Way To soon
For the final curtain
Thinking of loved ones
They spoke on the phone
Remarking of tragedy
Affecting so many people
Grandfather had heard bells
That tolled from the steeple
Small pleasures he said
Are the treasures to hold onto
Now out on Mary’s balcony
Waters reflected upside down
houses
Deafening sirens rang out from the
distance
Soon to be heard
Across our World in an instance
Our country, now rising
Flags, red, white & blue were
flying
Collectively our Nation was crying
As, in front of our eyes,
Our Heroes were dying
White clouds on the horizon
Etched Angels that soared
To comfort their spirits
To rest them in heaven
Sirens like Trumpets
Heard across ridges and plains,
And rivers and bridges
Now a changed skyline of steel and
time
Humankind had crossed the line
A 9-11 impact etched forever in
our mind
No ordinary day
Now awake with the world
John Jr. cried out
First low and soon higher
Tiny Jessica on queue
Now joined, like in choir
A ring on the phone
All raced to retrieve it
Her smile so wide
It was impossible to hide
Daddy’s ok, Jessica said with a
sigh
As Angels now gathered close at
her side
The morning Sun
Still would be shining
A question for God,
How come this Timing?
Our world lay in Vain
For who was to Blame
Would life ever be the same?
Outside Mary’s window of pane
Author
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weeping tears...
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i dedicate this poem to all the human beings.. hope you all like it. Best Regards Naglaa Sarhan A moment of truth Life is a train Life is not vain Life is a gift from above That u have to respect and love You live to renovate Not to aimlessly rotate So please concentrate And don't dominate No need to frustrate You just need to renovate You just need a light To help you find your insight Which will reflect your inside Keep on the good track Or else!! you will find yourself at the back We have to make POVERTY HISTORY Because it's not a mystery It's just our destiny TO MAKE POVERTY HISTORY SAVE THE CHILDREN NOW And don't ask how Devote yourself from now To SAVE THE CHILDREN somehow You may say i am looking for hope But the devil will say nope You know! you can find it through the globe You may think of the consequence Of such insistence Which might make you say"what a big distance" But inside you!!, great human consistence You can reach any distance With such insistence And consistence Suddenly you are a nominate according to your death date So what have you done for this date? This is your fate my mate That's why we need to co-operate To help you pass peacefully your final date Excuse me ; i don't mean to frustrate I just hope to MOTIVATE. |
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THE EARTH IS OUR MOTHER
The Earth is our mother; a mother of pride, a mother of forgiveness. The Earth is our home; filled with amazing things just a touch away. We, humans, sometimes forget that the earth is our home, our natural habitat. Greed and Selfishness dominating our lives, we are turning into insatiable people (found that word somewhere). The earth cares for us, nurtures us, But why aren't we returning the favor? We are acting rapacious (another one i didn't know), ruining the earth for future generations. But time is not up, we still have a chance, to preserve the earth, for the future's time. Zach, Founder, Youth For Change International (YFCI) |
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A poem for you: By Donald Petersen Flickering lights abound |