Tag Archives: peace

in these times: night in America

framed by clouds  the moon
glides west  hushed  fair-minded  free
unlike the land below

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

till this very day (for Lan)

gleaming in her eyes
such peace, happiness and love
till this very day

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

fine words – Bush and Obama speak at Dallas memorial service

what a mockery!
two purveyors of brute force
invoke peace and love.
do as I say (not as I do):
hypocrites’ unsmiling creed
haunts still the suffering world

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

因为她增光我与她的感情 / For she has graced me with her affection (for Ruby W.)

My friend so far yet so near
may all things whisper in your ear:
You are cherished always, in every way,
when near at hand or on some trek.
Your heart – a living gem, and your form,
your voice make chill times warm.
In the bounty of your variety, like Spring are you:
brilliance, tenderness, excitement, peace – all
held together by your loving soul.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

senryu – actions speak louder than words, QED

he extols freedom
talks up peace and justice too
hail!  liar-in-chief!

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

Haiku

in fields   broken ground
sows thoughts of final planting
music   silence   peace

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Some words on right thinking, right effort

The Crone Queen and her brood
are beside themselves, enraged
that her grandson and his trophy bride
are ‘victims’, having no privacy or peace.
(This from a powerful woman
who could have put a stop in ‘03
to Blair’s and Bush’s unneeded, unlawful war
by heeding her subjects’ wishes,
using her prerogative to dismiss
the lying Laborite or to exercise
her top command of the British forces
– and don’t tell me she didn’t know the facts.
The rich, especially rich heads of state,
have informers everywhere; she
just wasn’t so upset by the prospect
of thousands dying, thousands more being maimed,
as by photos of a young woman’s bare breasts.  Hmm.
Perhaps some oil futures came into it as well.)
Publicity-hounds smile like beacons
while they amble and saunter and mug
as the cameras click and flash and whirr,
but they get apoplectic, go quite ballistic
when unaware, when not in control.
The lesson is really simple, quite plain:
If you untie the pretty bright bow and ribbons,
the rest of the package too is yours.
Or, to put the case in other words:
If you truly want privacy and peace,
then, duh!, don’t seek the limelight.

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(In the interests of Full Disclosure:  My forebears didn’t receive much sweetness and light from the British Monarchy and Governments in the Ireland of their day. But I have attempted to be as objective as one can expect of someone whose ancestral country was the first British colony, where the British nobility and politicians attempted to wipe out Irish language, culture, and later the predominant religion among the Irish people and also did very little to relieve the people’s suffering during the several famines of the 19th Century.)

(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012