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Featured Poem	'Have you ever stood still and felt' by Joni Pulido
	Have you ever stood still and felt An overwhelming tenderness A deep sorrow Watching the world as you know it Collapse in one great rubble? Will you feel rage and hatred? Will you feel compassion and care? Will you think how you will make them pay? Will you think how you can help them heal? When you greet fire with fire You make a gigantic ball Until its big enough to topple Everything on its way Have you seen fire greet calm water And meet in tranquillity? The great fire quiets as its passed From one calming presence to another I am not a great hero nor done any great deeds But this much I can be, a bearer of hope To let the pained souls know love is possible And maybe the great ball will quiet as its passed From one loving heart to another Joni Pulido	Some Quick Links * I will wake again in darkness by mark mulligan * FEBRUARY the 14th by Erika Kristein Kaptein * About war much has been written by Wolfgang P. May * Have you ever stood still and felt by Joni Pulido * Peace Offering by Judi * Once upon a time… by Lizzy * Teddy Bears for Guns by Ada Aharoni * Why I’m Grateful by Julian Weichel (age 8) * The World I’d Like to See by Ariel Weichel (age 13) * Fear by Elke Holt * Prayer for World Leaders by Carol Hansen Grey * Australia September 2001 by L. Armour * My Personal Revenge by Ron Reed * Hot Rage, Dry Blood, Warm Tea by Zaakiy Siddiqui * Peace can be achieved by Amy * IN THE NAME OF DEMOCRACY by Emily Ann Easton - 18 years old * Peace is not easy to find by Kevin Ronkko * Peace Question 1 by Laurie Phillips * peace be with you by Karen * HEAL THE PAST by Beveridge * Peace is a cuddly teddybear by Eddie * Until by Max Merckenschlager * Let us Save The Planet Earth by Anne Siroun Perry Sourjian
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Two Peoples Conquest for Peace br> Two people walked, One a man, One a woman. They walked hand in hand. Both peacefully protested, Chanting- crush out evil And all of its spawn, Water peace and let her thrive. As they walked the cities of earth, People turned and stared. But the believers of earth Raised their hands and asked to join. As the two individuals, grew to many, The earth vibrated with their walking, And they're chanting. The earth rejoiced. From that day on:- No blood stained earths beauty, No booming deafened her ears, No lamenting of the widows and orphans caused her to cry. There was peace. After the peace came the music of the earth. You could hear the birds sing, And the plants grow. The only booms you heard were the booms of the oceans. All the persons of the earth joined hands, Blind to colour, race gender or religion. They are all equal. They had become the children of the earth. Meriem	Every man woman and child on this planet has a mother A mothers love is strong and unconditional, she accepts without judgement, she nurtures and guides in quiet and loving ways. If every man woman and child remembers the love of mother and beams that love to every living thing in our global community then how could anger and violence prevail. We all share a mother, our earth, she nurtures, she teaches, she provides and creates spectacular visions to delight and motivate our senses and emotions. Should we all spend a moment a day acknowledging and thanking our collective mother the thoughts will join hands across the globe and our mother will set us free. Rosemary	Garden of Peace I like my garden in a field or in a bush Sometimes I see one in the sky And also in the sea But the sea has its own tended by itself All these are not man made And thus I say unto myself Why not? I make my own garden with labour and sweat And of course a few tools Satisfaction is mine Perfection is always nigh But evades me always Because alas my labour and tools are not divine But! If I strive long enough I will be rewarded As I sit in tranquility In a garden that is mine I will enjoy the pleasures That only a gardener can know As the garden and things therein begin to grow Flowers of many kinds Are visited from time to time By bees and butterflies Beauty will reign in that garden of mine I made for my very own. Allan Cooke