Love Me Too Print

Valentine Giraud, San Paulo, Amsterdam

In the shop's front windows and shelves Love is displayed in red
Hearts and cupids fill in people's eyes on the streets
Love is in the air!

Soon it is Valentine's Day
Hearts get filled with hope and wish for the expected proposal or declaration from the beloved ones
Minds get preoccupied with the restless fear of loneliness
But we are all tuned into Love...

Loving ourselves, so that others can love us too
Loving others, with compassion and acceptance for what is
Loving our parents, and being grateful for their eternal support and unconditional love
Loving our children, and letting them play with the child that always live inside of us
Loving our grandparents, and honoring the paths they have walked and made it possible for us to walk differently now
Loving our partners, with our most authentic selves

Valiant Valentine
Valentine Valiant
Loving courageously and fierce
Loving tenderly and deep
Love
Love
LOVE

 
I Have a Poem Print

Walter Keyombe, Nairobi, Kenya


I have a poem for peace to the world

A poem that’ll spread the message with its fires

Towards the planets with holocausts or killings

A poem that’ll talk about reality amongst the

Communities tortured and marginalized

A poem that’ll be against female mutilations

With sex violation and child abuse

A poem that’ll sail on the oceans, seas

And lakes.

 

I have a poem for peace to the world

A poem that’ll flow deep in the hearts of mankind

Imagination with persecution and murder

A poem that’ll transform many faces from sadness

To joy in the season of revolt

A poem that’ll fly above the moons, stars

And suns.


I have a poem for peace to the world

A poem that’ll never accept dictatorships

But the democracy to embrace the integrity and equality

A poem that’ll victoriously shine in the midst

Of darkness to steer the world for light

A poem that’ll challenge the axis of conflicts, hunger

And war.

 

I have a poem for peace to the world

A poem that’ll sweep away intimidation

And humiliation of racism

A poem that’ll stand by the justice

Towards the sufferers and victims on soil of

Terrorism and Aids stigma

A poem that’ll bring the new dawn

To the less fortunate, disabled

And the poor.

A poem that’ll uphold our dignity and rights

Against the imperialists nightmares storms

A poem that’ll reign on the rivers, streams

And valleys.

 

I have a poem for peace to the world

A poem that’ll fight for my rights, your destiny

Against poverty and violence

A poem that’ll take its paths on the clouds

Of machinations with tribalism

To bring back reconciliation within the dust

Of bloodshed of massacre

A poem that’ll call for the struggle

Against the tyrants holding the oppressions

And discrimination towards culture

A poem that’ll condem child trafficking, slavery

And child soldiers.

 

I have a poem for peace to the world

A poem that’ll curse child labor,

And early marriage on the rise

A poem that’ll condem and break all arms, bullets

And bombs to justice that prevails

A poem with the vision to the mission

Against inhumanity, IMPUNITY

And injustice.


Yes!

I have a poem for peace to the world


A poem!

Like Martin Luther King had

A Dream.

 
To a soldier Print

Ada Aharoni, Israel


I howled

before the dawn appeared,

the restless bed

creaked in fear

beneath my banging shoulder,

while the pit in my throat

grew and grew

like a yawning crater.

 

Since you were clutched away

to the War -

the sun is black sand.

Bombs in black sackcloth

float under my breath

exploding it,

making a choking icicle

of me.

 

Before the night dies again

on my lips,

flash a sign from there

my love,

make a sign of life -

so that I can live -

ending howls in sounds

of peace.

 
Walking on a Dusty Road in the Congo Print
Marcia Whitney-Schenck, Chicago

I met a man walking on a
dusty road in the Congo who said:
My mother is sick
and a baby is coming,
and I have no money
to go to school.
"Nor do I have money," I said
The car is broken
I have no hope
and I know you have
money at home.
"I have no money," I said
"To send you to school
or pay your bills
or pave this road."
Why, then, he asked, did you come
if you have no money?
"I came," I said, "to walk on this
dusty road with you, my friend."
 


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