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PEACE AND LOVE REDEMPTION

(8th Annual Global Hate-Free Day 9-22-17)

 

A/ Could not think of a Em/ poem

Em/ With the words A/ love and peace

D6// That was a youthful Em/dream

Em/ Fading into the D6/ dawn’s release

 

C/ Where’s the kindness G/ in your heart

G/ Why must loving E7/ fall apart

 

A/ But my mind won’t Em/ let me rest

Em/ Surely anger is A/ not our fate

D6/ There must be an Em/ alteration

Em/ Don’t want a world D6/ of hate

 

C/ To old and new G/  I say to you

G/ Let love and peace be part of  E7/ each  day

 

A/ Protesting and Em/ marching

Em/ Once part of A/ my past

D6/ Now I’m terribly Em/ old

Em/ Searching for what D6/ will last

 

C/Words and music G/ into the skies

G/ Allow a new world to C/ crystallize

C/ Allow a new world to G/ crystallize

© 2017  Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), chords & words

IMAGE: My Luna Peace Ukulele

(For baritone ukulele tuned DGBE:  just a strumming song by an amateur)

 

 

INDESTRUCTIBLE

 

You won’t break me

I was raised on mother’s milk

A sour diet of insults, smacks

Daily digs large enough to bury my body

Learned not to cry

Wanted to die

But I didn’t

You won’t break me

Spent the next decade

Being forced to swallow

Acerbic semenic spurts

But the taste grew on me

Because dessert was freedom

While you shared the seed

Among others who had the need

And I went about my life

You won’t break me

Spent the next decade

Being whittled down

Stabbed with your words

Until today I keep only

One tiny mirror

Because although I sometimes believe

I’m uncomely as you perceive

You will never see me cry

Go ahead, fling my poems, songs

At my head

Laugh at me

I know the secret of life

My understanding of what drives

The meanness between

Friends, enemies, husbands and wives

Is full of compassion

I can still feel love for all so

My soul is happy and free

And you will never break me…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

 

ANOTHER FAIRY TALE MIA

 

Moving away from the city that day

No longer able to tolerate cement suffocating the earth

Never seeing the universe’s nightly planetarium

Hiding out in the country

Ostriching my head

As the daily news counted the dead

Telling myself, I’m safe

But I know now it is the absolute end

Glass face of the moral compass

Shattered

If there was still a molecule of belief

In love and peace

It has been sucked into a

Bottomless vacuum

And nothing

Not a speck

Not an iota

Can ever be seen

No matter how strong the

Scanning electron microscope

Zaps

Seeking an image

Gone, all gone…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: pollen molecules under scanning electron microscope

SOCIAL STRATIFICATION

WROTE THIS WITH A LOT OF ANGER. NOT SURE IF i AM ANY MORE PEACEFUL THAN THOSE I WROTE ABOUT…

What makes a war?

I get it when you say

Young men

And now young women

Should refuse to carry a gun

But that is victim-blaming

War is a social class problem

Poor youth, no job, no education

Join the service and the government

Pays for college, food, shelter

You get the magic beans for the price of your life

Mystery fans know

That murders are solved

By figuring out

Who benefits

Look at the many suspects:

Military-Industrial Complex

Super wealthy want war

Winning territory or oil

Politicians clamoring

For more

Reelection under the guise of patriotism

Most misunderstood word in the

English language

Bankers line their dragon-caves with gold

War enables merchants to become wealthier

Junk yard dealers selling rusted metal for weapons

Factories producing uniforms from fabrics

So-called food needed in cans and plastic packages

Benefits the huge farming conglomerates

Journalists who no longer report the truth

Ignoring the Double-Yous of

Who, What, Where, When, Why

Just talking, pretty faces of ignorance

Snapping soon-to-be photoshopped

Award-winning pictures of children

Blown to bits

But never lifting their voices to just say STOP

And the grieving goes on for

Spouses, partners, children

For aging grandparents and parents

Losing their babies to

Death, dismemberment or

Post-trauma hauntings of the mind

War is a class-thing

And as always

The lower class pays the highest

Retail price

Who is the enemy?

Most are like us

Wanting to shop on Ebay or Amazon

Wanting to rock out to current music

Wanting to love and laugh in nature

Caveat:

Don’t hate the Arabs

Don’t hate the Israelis

Don’t hate the Irish

Don’t hate the British

Don’t hate the Africans

Don’t hate the Hispanics

The victims are people like me

And you

Any more I tremble from

Lightning strikes in my back yard

House-shaking from thunder

But no way can I ever comprehend

A baby’s fear

As bombs explode

Interrupting their dreamy sleep

Waking, screaming

Because the boogie man isn’t

Hiding under the bed

Or in the closet

The boogie man is flying through the sky

Infiltrating to make them die

Physically, spiritually

So the survivors grow up

Losing their humanity

Whatever the current definition is

For that old-fashioned word

I look at my box of Sixties souvenirs

Peace necklaces that still retain

My sweat and tears

From my bleeding seventeen-year-old heart

ERA badge from the Eighties

Equal Rights Amendment

I campaigned for it

But women told me

They didn’t want to share a bathroom with men

Sound familiar, trans-gender people?

Homo sapiens

So unwise

TV has muddled the mind

That really needs to be nourished

Like a feed-the-masses sprout

Reaching toward the sun and rain

Instead of being blindingly

Dazzled by the beautiful and rich

Brainwashing the audience

Dictating what people should think

All geared to elevate those

Ruled by greed and gluttony

Go inward and contemplate what is really important in each precious life…

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My peace jewelry worn when idealism existed

GRAVEROBBER

 

Mercilessly you snatched my body

I’d carefully buried my heart

Secreted in soul-murdered soil

But under the callous moon

You heard the feeble beat

Begging for disinterment

Suiting your purpose

Reviving it merely

On a cruel whim

And then tossing it

Into your biohazard bag

Of bloody, loveless tokens…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: The Graverobber (no artist noted)

MY ANNUAL HATE-FREE DAY SONNET

 

#6 MANGEN PES (LOVE EACH OTHER)

(scroll down for a YouTube video)

Love each other, often hard to endorse

So what if we cannot always feel love?

Tolerance is an acceptable course

Distilled from burning passion undreamed of

 

See our fellow humans who suffer too

Spreading hatred causes life to be worse

Anger poisons the aethers wafting through

Hovering like an everlasting curse

 

We specks of life on each other depend

Yet we form tribes of separate masses

Mistaking charisma as our best friend

Further separating into classes

 

Although love is a precious rarity

Honor the emotion with clarity

 

© 2014 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) Madame Sosostris Explains (a poetry patchwork)

YouTube video, Youngbloods, Get Together https://youtu.be/o4fWN6VvgKQ

 

 

 

 

 

 

WITCH MARKS

 

Ugly mole

Where jaw meets ear

Witch’s mark

Someone meanly jeered

Healer’s mark

Gran asserted

Takes pain to understand

And show compassion

 

Stars on the palm

So many

Different sizes

Both hands

Under two fingers

Center

Star should be fine

An important line

Says Gran,

But it is a trade-off

May be creative

Successful

But never know true love

 

Sarah Good

Hanged in 1692

Talking to herself out loud

Early autism?

Discussing business with the Devil?

Witch trials of intolerance

I still talk to myself

Many of us do

But have the grace to laugh

If a stranger stares

Yet no one seems to mind

The muttering of cell phone chats

In toilets and stores

No way to know if

The Devil is on the other side of that convo…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: salemmuseum.org

“GET TOGETHER”

 

(scroll down for the Youngbloods video)

 

Obsessed all day

Must rid myself of the thoughts

About a social media incident

Wikipedia (and I must add

That although I earn $200

Over the poverty line

I yearly donate to them

Because knowledge is power)

So, okay, Wikipedia posted

A picture of a five-year-old girl

With an infant

Stating she was the youngest

To ever give birth

In 1933 Peru

And she was still living

So me, without coffee

–It hadn’t quite perked—

Flipped out

A no-no during Mercury Retrograde

But I commented angrily

That she was obviously raped

And demanded that Wikipedia

Pull the picture

Because the poor child

Now older than me

Could probably see

This entry

Wikipedia refused, not quite citing

The Free Speech Amendment

But the comments from others began

Some were sympathetic and joined in

Asking for deletion of the entry

But OMG, the comments of hate

Calling me names

Posting pregnancy pictures of this baby

And saying I deserved to suffer and look at her

HATE, HATE, HATE

From whom?  How do I label them?

Perverts? Crazies?

This raged on for too long and I deleted my comment

But of course I obsessed

But of course I feel devastated

But of course I wished myself

To be black and white and tiny

As I desperately clawed at the edges

Of a History book cover

Beads and flowers

Framing my face

Skipping through the pages

Searching for photographs

To slip into

Where peace signs and

Words like “Love”

Adorn the pages

Where I rightfully belong

Way back in time

Pressed between the leaves

In order not to wonder

Where  love of humanity has gone

Or did it ever exist

WTF were we thinking…?

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

YouTube video The Youngbloods, Get Together  https://youtu.be/9R8ynRhwvtY

IMAGE: CS & Tarot camping

 

6- Mangen Pes (Love Each Other)

(ANNUAL HATE-FREE DAY SONNET)

6- Mangen Pes altered art

Love each other, often hard to endorse

So what if we cannot always feel love?

Tolerance is an acceptable course

Distilled from burning passion undreamed of.

See our fellow humans who suffer too

Spreading hatred causes life to be worse

Anger poisons the aethers wafting through

Hovering like an everlasting curse.

We specks of life on each other depend

Yet we form tribes of separate masses

Mistaking charisma as our best friend

Further separating into classes.

Although love is a precious rarity

Honor the emotion with clarity

© 2014 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) Madame Sosostris Explains (a poetry patchwork)