WILPF 100 YEARS OF PEACE MAKING

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WOMEN’S INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE FOR PEACE & FREEDOM (WILPF)

2015 CONGRESS, CONFERENCE & CENTENARY FESTIVAL CELEBRATION

AT THE HAGUE

NETHERLANDS.

 

THE WORLD IS EMPTY

The world is empty.

I always knew the world was empty

I hope you realized the world is never alone.

The world is complete like emptiness.

GROWINTOPEACE

Who thinks of a god?

Who thinks of a god in a mixed – up belly of

war.

A war making machine exploding within

us.

Taking off our hearts and crippling our minds.

We continued and continue back in the

world.

We throw ourselves into the dust and

fight wars to keep peace in coffins

We think but do not think.

We live just next door in a field holding our

dreams.

We live closely apart.

Yesterday our children knocked on the door

The door pulled away.

We know

We always know our secret mind.

We continued and continue back in the

world.

Back in the world we don’t have our eyes

Back in the world we don’t have our minds.

Please send us back in until breath itself is

done.

Who thinks of a god?

Who thinks of a god in a mixed-up belly of

war.

We see the future’s huge eyes soak up

centuries of haunted slumber.

We grow but do not grow.

We know everything of nothing.

Not a thing, no not a thing.

Our souls are on their knees,

No more! Yes no more! No more eternal

storms! No more emptiness that plagues us

Just now, just now, now!

war becomes peace.

We see light arise within us

making beauty.

We see beauty

greet our minds like spring.

The sun has left the sky to be every life.

Planted harmonies making harmonies.

Who thinks of a god?

Who thinks of a god in a mixed-up belly of

war.

We have learnt to grow up with fires in our

body.

We have learnt to grow up into

Higher beauty growing as one.

In a world which grows and grows for all.

A world growing into peace.

The world seems always waiting

everywhere.

A BURST INTO SILENCE

They shot the air and burst into silence.

Then we rushed out in our mismatched

sandals

We were there, we were here.

This is a journey we have to make on

pieces already emptied;

a beginning and an ending.

A journey alone in wailing passion.

Hand in hand, we sold ourselves and

A world dropped by the doorway into

oblivion.

Here unable to return.

A TONGUE OF GUNS

We wake up decorated naked today like

every other day

Forever wanting for everything,

Forever wanting for nothing.

The world spoke this morning like thunder

and we invited her in. It flew inside us.

A wild and whirling tongue.

It roared. It stole our golden pasture. It

broke us and our land went grey like

corpses.

Our generations fell unheard.

Our generations fell unseen.

We wake up decorated naked today like

every other day

Now our mind walk alone pregnant with

Tongue of guns, we wear guns to bed and our

Guns make love and wake up in a beautiful

wilderness.

Our mouths are raw guns. Our children

become guns and grow all over.

Our houses cry like thunder as ghosts

consume our sister’s womanhood.

Skeletons scavenge skeletons and become

paradise.

We live there. We live here.

Where is home?

We wake up decorated naked today like

Every other day.

Our kings sit on frozen thrones and cover us

in dusk.

Living half persons exploding like Iraq.

Living half persons exploding everywhere.

Our sun eyes flies blindly with heavy wings.

The envy of the eagle

next door.

We saw the empress fall in love with

centuries of dancing corpses.

Our world just turned ten.

CAN YOU NOT HEAR THE WORD WITHIN THE WORDS?

I am a twelve year old girl.

I am a child of fire bone by bone,

Am a flower thrown into the deep after

being disposed of like autumn leaves

pouring and swirling down.

I am tomorrow speaking with generations.

Can you not hear the word within the

words?

I am a proud mother of the refugee club,

with plenty of scorpions in my hands; I am

an orphan whose people live in a palace

made of gold.

I saw generation of legs bang into trenches,

forests and sinks singing like spring.

I saw the extinction of the sun growing

deeper, deeper and deeper.

I am tomorrow speaking with generations.

Can you not hear the word within the

words?

I arrived without setting out and

saw my heart come on the whole winking

like a new found love.

By dawn I asked the sun to come to me.

I am tomorrow speaking with generations.

My wing spread like the air filling up the

earth,

A presence my life forgot to give me.

Can you not hear the word within the

words?

HUMANITY IS MY SUN (1)

We awaken from drunken stagnation;

forgot that the self exists.

And found the dawn.

Humanity is my sun…

POEM by: Ayo Ayoola-Amale, Esq.

Muse of Poetic Harmony for Africa,

Founder/ Director, Splendors of Dawn

Poetry Foundation,

Vice-President Poets of the World,

Coordinator, World Poetry Movement.

www.splendorsofdawn.org

www.growintopeace.wordpress.com

Copyright 2012, GROWINTOPEACE

HUMANITY IS MY SUN…

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