How to Write a Poem to change the World

‘I want to change the world,’ said the young poet
‘with a poem that makes you think
long after reading it.

You don’t feel like you were lectured
but something subtle crept into your heart
made a hole that penetrated
all you thought you once were sure of
so you started asking questions.

Questions about what you could do to make
the world more peaceful as one individual
in one family in a number of communities
and in a neighborhood and a country.

And when you reached that point of asking your questions
the hole in your heart became
something that you climbed into, and healed with an action
and whilst your action might not be a poem
it could be a song or a class that you took
at school as a teacher or
maybe you had an opportunity
to do something enormous like make an invention
or start a project, perhaps very small, perhaps very large,
that would heal the world
and thinking back you felt changed because the poem did something
powerful whilst you were reading, it empowered you.’

And the young poet went looking for her poem that could
change the world – with a heart full of love that overflowed, and a strong desire to avoid lecturing others when she was full of questioning holes she herself had to fill- by looking at the poems and poets that had changed her. She sought poetry seeds for a peaceful poet’s tree.

To be continued….

(c) June Perkins

The Poet Sings of a Poet’s Tree

What kind of tree is your
poet’s tree?

Is it boab or oak
paperbark or willow?

Does it dance with Mandela
mediate with Mahatma?

Is it a haven for
Maya Angelou’s caged birds?

Does your tree sing
of how to
make a walking stick
through pain
With words to make the feet
lighter?

Does it encase your feet in
shoe bark
to travel on the heated ground
of despair
through the cold of ignorance’s
ice
help you to slide to the leaves of
peace?

How many in your poet’s family
tree went to war and
created odes to soldier’s
who bloodied lay
at the base of this tree
– lost?

Will the nightingale
sing from the branches
of your poet’s tree
guide you
into the heart of things
-take you out beyond the side
of a worm hole
into the galaxy where peace
birds fly?

What kind of tree is your
poet’s tree?

(c) June Perkins

The World is Singin’ its Blues

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Guitar Boy by June Perkins

The world is singin’ its blues
askin’ for a bit of time to heal
askin’ why it’s so hard to feel
that nothin’ we do is gonna make
peace be real

askin’ for a DJ who understands
the need for peace
who can give us some
musical release
to bleed out the fears
dress them in a mother’s tears

The world is ringin’ out its questions
why, oh why’s a piece of land
or your religion
something to kill or die for
and why are people so quick
to tie their fate to
those noose of hate?

askin’ for a DJ who can change the down beat
into an upbeat
bring some kind of optimism into play
dress that sorrow
in a technicolour tomorrow

The world is singin’ its blues
askin’ for a bit of time to heal
askin’ why it’s so hard to feel
that nothin’ we do is gonna make
peace be real

(c) June Perkins, words and image.

Handle with Care

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the morning news unsettles
and reminds
for many there is no luxury
to look for daily balance

only the beginning of an end

lives blasted out of the sky
children bombed on the beach
apocalyptic movies due
at the cinema soon

and on the way to when healing arrives
the places where there is the

beginning of a beginning

every moment
is now handle with care

the places where tear drops
bomb the hope just out of reach

longing for the time
visions of one world
might be in the real world soon

the temporary bandages we put on things
attempted treaties delicately achieved
are never enough

when will they make way for the time
when unity might
beam its sunlight
through leaves of green
to blind the apocalypse of now?

(c) June Perkins

Wayfarer

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Hellos of the human race
Are wayfarers in outer space
Searching into future time
Reaching memories so sublime.

Wayfarers in shifting space
Mix Dylan’s songs of human race
Dancing with the dust of stars
To the future we might be bizarre?

Hellos circle stars and moon
Humanity longs for a cocoon
As child soldier hides in the wheat
And tides move the world’s heart beat.

 

© June Perkins

Originally posted here Hellos in Space : Image Credit: Paulien Bats

Ending the Reign of the School Yard Bully

Youths’ hearts are sore when they are left standing by the door while the others play and they count the hours till the end of day.

Youths’ tummies ache as they start their journey to the school door

Past the bullies and the dangers of the high school yard they don’t want to play the scaredy cat card they breathe deep walk fast to get past.

Young egos reign

And broken hearted revenge in the school domain has become insane, and bystanders falter and do not respond even though they’ve done all the courses they’re subject to other forces.

And what if there were markers for every broken spirit in a school at the place where bullying happened not where we just heard it was on the evening news.

Parents want to protect but they can’t nor should they take every step behind their child or surely teenagers would want

to go wild but it should be safe for them to venture forth, to grow their wings

This is why loss of life just stings ‘That could have been my child’ some parents think. And others in denial deep down know it could have been their child that killed.

Yet you can’t live in fear nor think your child will always be in the clear grow them up caring and wise and strive that they will not be bully

or bystander don’t leave it up to the news, the schools, or your neighbours or church, it’s our responsibility to end the reign of the school yard bully.

Who’d want to be forever young in such a feral world where surviving highschool has never been so hard and let’s be thankful that we made it alive.

 

(c) June Perkins, all rights reserved.