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Inspirational Poetry

For Peace — by Kwaku Amoako Fosu-gyeabour

A thousand mile journey starts with a step
Between whispers of war starts with a tone,
No one will dream of war to receive us with loneliness
When will it stop?
Dreadful scenes, rack-edged sorrows and rapid holocaust
Will this malediction still continue?
We have crossed the river

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Inspirational Poem from Greece

Your smile is a million candles
That give light to my heart
The winds carry your scent
The trees hide desires in secret
You are a rose and thorn
Sin and salvation
Nightfall and sunrise
You are the pull of the moon
The erupting force of volcanoes
Upon the whispers of the wind
My spirit can hear your voice
A gentle tone
Filled with love and desire
We are harmony
The moments of rhythm and emotion
Give life to the symphony on your lips
Our bodies sway to the beats
Of our hearts
I revel in your rapture
For I have forsaken a hundred
Half loves
Just to see the light of a new day
Dance upon your lips.

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Poem in Exile: Habana Cuba – by M. Bugi

Lower down the bridges of man Made regulations
and let me wonder in the Spanish architectural field
the high rising skeletons of your priesthood
Let me, Kick, apart
Trading slavery a market to human dishonesty,
A dark age to be crucified again,
as i look back and travel in the Scorns of History,
Not long ago Che, and Fidel Castro- marched into it.

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Humanity Defined During Crisis – Poem by Lauren Brenner

humanity is lost
so do not tell me that
peace still exists
you are wrong
the truth is
the world is at war
you will never be treated with equal rights if you are a minority, and
do not dare say that
the good of humanity will prevail
because I know
evil is all around us
you would be lying to say
there is time for healing and
there is still hope,
this country is not divided,
we can take pride in our country
America is still the land of freedom,
I can say unequivocally that
that is just not true
the fact is
our country will never be the same
we will never be the same
humanity is lost
Now read from the bottom to the top

After they shut the door – Poem by John C. Mannone

and turned out the lights,
I heard my mother pray
with all the others.

The room stank
like stables. Foul air
burned my nostrils.

Soon, moans replaced
the prayers. I wondered
about the promised water.

When the valves creaked
open, I felt no water,
only something invisible

on my skin. We were naked
as the truth that could not be
hidden any longer.

My mother squeezed me
to her bossom—I never liked
the smell of almonds.

The last thing I heard was
the sweet sound of violins,
the trumpeting of angels.

First published in A Quiet Courage: A Journal of Microfiction and Poetry in 100 Words or Less (November 2015).

Author’s Notes: The order to exterminate the Jews was signed in July 1941. At Triblenka II, the path leading from the undressing barracks (many were fooled into thinking they would be getting hot showers) through the forested area into the gas chambers was cynically called die Himmelstraße (the road to heaven). But the killing process at Treblinka—suffocation and carbon monoxide poisoning—differed significantly from the method used at Auschwitz and Majdanek, where the poison gas was hydrogen cyanide (which has the smell of almonds).

Five Stones – Poem by John C. Mannone

Clear water plunges through the sandstone basin,
tumbles over lead-gray limestone. Fragments worn
smooth, edges rounded.

He stands amidst the stream, surveys the bottom
between the ripples all the way to where the sky
edges the water’s mirror. He kneels in the stream bed,
rifles for pebbles matching caliber of the sling-pocket
of his leather-thronged catapult. His fingers search,

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Year End Poem Revisited — by Sanjay Prasad

The solemn year ends, songs and rejoicings amidst anxiety
The summit ended with no concrete solution
The emissions continue so does the carbon level rise
The nature held in ransom with all the deeds of man
The coronation of a new leader ushered with lots of hope
Anxious to end terrorism, global warming and bring peace
would end up as faux pas with the human lives at stake.
With closed eyes I say my Last Prayers that could be heard,

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