Calmness

Tire of the angry world.

Calmness

 

 

 

Quiet world,

safe world.

People talking,

solving problems.

Peace maker voices,

being heard.

My wishes to the midnight moon.

I want my world to know,

every life had purpose and is needed.

We need to lead with concern, kindness

and listen to each other.

Love is the answer.

A raised fist,

fixes nothing.

 

 

Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

I guess you're right. But Plath kept buttons in her pockets, little voices of resonance and that was her way of "solving something". Sometimes a clinched fist means that there's some oxygen missing and all the other contrivances of breath, however more reasonable , wont do. But this is poetry and 150 years ago only the wealthy was allowed to write it. And when they wrote it, they wrote it for an aristocracy who could dismiss the dissonance of love or compassion, hurt and victory and call it's worth expedient or resourceful. Until Whitman of course, which itself was protest poetry. My wish, my friend is like yours. That every life is needed and has purpose. And yet for every life, the same midnight moon rises.......great poem....dana

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my dear friend. I pray we learn calmness for the sake of the children. The children need to feel safe. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Abhilash Hegde]

So true, words penned here are a great advertisement for humaneness. We need peace, calmness, a helping and a kind heart to listen to the voices around us. Love is the answer, very right and violence doesn't get us anything but hate, pain and loss. Beautiful lines at the end, Coyote. Thanks for writing this and sharing it with us.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Abhilash for reading and the comment. The world need to change directions. Time to heal and to fix our world.

[Laconic Meraki]

When I read this beautifully written poem I saw:

You can be angry at the world around you, but that will only result in more violence.
So instead, we must be a light and be kind.
We have a choice.
Instead of hate , choose love.

" In the darkest days that are yet to come- keep hope alive and remind yourself that peace eventually replaces chaos. Even in the blackest of nights- be a light ; we have a choice.. "

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Christa. We decide what is right and wrong. Good decision allow us to walk upon the right path. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Laconic Meraki]

Yes.
Pain /emotions are unavoidable.
To feel is a part of being alive.

You do have a choice , no matter the odds.
The decision to love with no limitation.
Or to let the world and the people who hurt you change who you are .
The decision to let yourself remain the same. Or allow the projection of their cold words and harsh swings change your heart.

[Lydia Shutter]

How true your words are, John. Understanding does not come out of anger or violence. Well written. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. I appreciate the comment.

[Dave Brown]

Just words that make a ton of common sense
Nicely done

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave. I appreciate the comment and the kind words.

[Tania Mo]

I solidly believe love is the answer.You are right

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Tania. I hope we learn soon. I appreciate the comment.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

As always your humanity and love of nature shines through in this timely poem Coyote John. The news is filled with so much angst and bitter rhetoric as Trump and Biden sling mud at one another and the world is caught up in the madness of populist political correctness. The BLM movement seems to suggest that black people are the only ones who have ever suffered and that they possess an innocence that is a complete fiction.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree John. My Grandmother, a Ojibwa, stolen from her home. Forced to lose her heritage. Men greed stole from all people. The media is create a messy world. Thank you John for reading and the comment. My grandmother didn't want a apology. She wanted to be left alone.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

My heart breaks to hear of such things. The Indonesians stole children from East Timor, The Tutsi and the Hutu slaughter in Rwanda, the persecution of the Jews etc etc etc

[AJNJ]

We need to re-think, we need to work on it. This utopia is still within our reach. This poem fills me with hope, tells me that.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I hope we can repair our world.

[AJNJ]

Yes we can...You're most welcome, dear friend!

[Chris Shaw]

How true Coyote. A raised fist is not one of unity. Spread a little love. More kindness to each other, a little goes a long way. Our world needs to have its feathers smoothed. They have been far too ruffled recently. Calm is the way to go.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. I worry for my world.

[Chris Shaw]

So do I Coyote. So do I.

[Neville]

there aint no one in their right mind gonna argue with these sage words Coyote .. not no one sir .. well said :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. I hope we gain common sense in the Fall.

[Neville]

You, me and a whole lot of other people my friend ..