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100TPC — 2016

Welcome to The BeZine’s online,
virtual 100,000 Poets for Change event!

This past week, an international aid convoy in Syria was attacked with devastating results, during a ceasefire. Bombs went off, as usual, in Iraq. They also went off in New Jersey and New York. There were terrorist knife attacks in Jerusalem. And knife attacks also in St. Cloud, Minnesota. Police shot (at least) two unarmed African-Americans in the United States. Police shot “terror suspects” in Israel. Iran arrested dissidents. China gave a dissident’s attorney a 12-year sentence.

Climate change has reduced the arctic ice sheets at record levels, this summer just ended. The Fertile Crescent, where Western civilization began, has suffered such a devastating drought that farmers have fled it for years now—a contributing cause to the Syrian civil war and the refugee crisis. The hardened, drought-stricken soil in the region, broken up by heavy war-machinery, artillery shelling, and bombs, has turned into dust that the wind picks up—a contributing cause of record dust storms throughout the region.

It is time for global change

For the past six years, 100,000 Poets for Change (100TPC) has inspired and supported events on a Saturday in September. This year, there are over 550 events scheduled throughout the world. This blog/zine is one of them. The goal is for poets (artists, musicians, actors, even mimes) to band together and perform / exhibit their work in a call to change the world for the better.

The 100TPC themes are peace, sustainability, and social justice. The September 2016 issue of The BeZine, edited by Priscilla Galasso and Steve Wiencek, focuses on environmental justice. This focus relates to social justice and sustainability, but is a necessary part of obtaining peace.

If we still have poverty and homelessness, what is sustained other than inequality? And, without social justice and a sustainable environment, could there be peace? Could peace be maintained without both social and environmental justice alongside environmental and economic sustainability?

Share your work here, today, as part of our 100TPC online event—help us create a space for change. As in past years, the event will be archived and made available later on The BeZine’s website and will also be archived at Standford University in California.

Here’s how to post your work

For today’s online event, our choice is not to put one of the three themes—peace, sustainability, and social justice—above the others, but to recognize that all of these three necessary areas of change interrelate in complex ways.

We invite you to participate. Share your writing, art, music, videos, thoughts that relate to these themes on our website today.

It’s actually easy to do.

  • Click on Mr. Linky below and follow instructions for posting a link to a post on your blog:

  • You can also post a link or writing directly into the comments below!
Come back during the day

Please return often today (Sept. 24, 2016) to read what others have posted, follow links, like, and leave comments—and to see and reply to what others have commented on your own posts and links. We would love to see an active dialogue!


The focus of "The BeZine," a publication of The Bardo Group Beguines, is on sacred space (common ground) as it is expressed through the arts. Our work covers a range of topics: spirituality, life, death, personal experience, culture, current events, history, art, and photography and film. We share work here that is representative of universal human values however differently they might be expressed in our varied religions and cultures. We feel that our art and our Internet-facilitated social connection offer a means to see one another in our simple humanity, as brothers and sisters, and not as “other.” This is a space where we hope you’ll delight in learning how much you have in common with “other” peoples. We hope that your visits here will help you to love (respect) not fear. For more see our Info/Mission Statement Page.

165 thoughts on “100TPC — 2016

  1. Modified Justice Statue Iran: From Wikimedia Commons
    Modified Justice Statue Iran:
    From Wikimedia Commons
    empty pages
    invisible ink
    hate’s heat
    is applied
    another mother’s son
    lies bleeding
    a city street
    warm blood
    the fires
    the words
    no justice
    the page

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  2. Reblogged this on femidadaadedina and commented:
    It is the paradox of the black dot in the middle of the white paper. Those who made violence, injustice and inequalities their sonata are very few in the world. The armoury merchants, the sponsors of violence and the barons of industries are a small percentage of the billions in this world. However, they are empowered and and have the media which they use in cowering the 90 something percent down . A forum like this is an attempt to poke injustice in the eye. Read the tarry a while postings , most especially the “tarry a while vii ” on my blog- . This is a good project but we can go further than words by networking and contributing to raise funds and start projects that will contribute to fighting social injustice and bring about sustainability.

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  3. The Third of Three from Tom Higgins

    Blessed are the Meek.

    He awoke under the rubble
    the weight pressed down
    his breathing laboured,
    he tried to move
    but he had trouble
    feeling his legs
    or his arms or hands,
    only his mind was not numb
    he could hear the screams,
    and he could see the flickering flames
    and he could taste the dust,
    and smell the blood,
    and the bitterness of burnt meat
    rising from below him
    within the smoke and
    the heat.
    He tried to shout
    he raised a squeak
    he was six years old,
    “blessed are the meek.”

    Tom Higgins 20/07/2015

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  4. The second of three from Tom Higgins
    Cannon Fodder.

    I was too young
    before I lived,
    much too young
    to die,
    I never thought
    my family
    would ever
    have to cry,
    because they had
    lost a son
    who died
    in a needless war,
    without them
    being given the chance
    to talk to me once more.

    I heard the clarion call
    I saw the banners wave
    they beckoned me and I
    went off to an early grave.

    I died before I
    had a chance
    to be a creative man
    and do whatever
    a thoughtful young man can
    and work to make the world
    a better place for all,
    a place where
    we can live a life
    without the bugle’s call,
    a world where
    we can grow in peace,
    and never be stunted by
    those who pay the bugler
    to call us up to die.

    (c) Tom Higgins 15/04/2015

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  5. Please to post this on behalf of Thomas Higgins. Look for more from him – including artwork – in future issues of the Zine.

    It’s a Hard Life
    How hard it must be
    To make your living from
    Making bombs, and missiles
    and planes,guns and shells,
    and mines, and tanks
    and helicopter gunships, and drones,
    and rpgs and nerve gas,and training mercenaries,
    and marketing them
    as if they are as harmless as sofas,
    but selling them to every thug and
    murderer, and gangster and dictator
    on the planet.
    It is obviously difficult for you to make a decent living,
    but very easy to make a killing, or two, or three,or……………………..
    Tom Higgins 22/09/2016

    My name is Tom Higgins, I am sixty two years of age, and I live where I was born in Northwest England in an area known as the English Lake District. I have been married to my wife, Gill for thirty three years and we have two daughters, and so far one baby grandson, who is three months old.
    I started writing poetry when I was fifty five, and prior to this I never wrote anything more than business reports, and when I was sixty I started to draw and paint, another pleasure which now enhances my life.

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  6. I’m enjoying the beautiful poetry that’she been posted here and on Mister Linky. In a world that often appears broken, it’s comforting to know there are people who want to be the caretakers and peacemakers to ensure that future generations have something to hold onto.

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      1. Osama Massarwa, an Israeli Palestinian reader last night at the Tel Aviv said something about this, too—that he wanted also to bring more people from the West Bank to join such meetings / readings so we could make peace together. Osama, from Taybeh on the West Bank, is a poet-writer in Hebrew, Arabic, and English.

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        1. Osama Massarwa asked me to post the poem he read at the Tel Aviv 100TPC event:


          I look back and see through the mist
          How a ruthless and angry fist
          Has been crushing my precious peace
          And devouring it piece by piece.
          I was born on a land of mine
          Beautiful, splendid and fine,
          But, unfortunately, I am now
          A stranger and I don’t know how.
          A citizen of a third rate
          That’s what I’ve become, what a fate!
          A man who is always busted
          Because he cannot be trusted.
          I’m the native of this great land
          Just like its shores and golden sand,
          My rights are elementary,
          Say geography and history.
          It’s my right to grow and prosper
          And lead a life nice and proper.
          I’m not to be bound and deterred,
          And ultimately be transferred.
          I should be allowed to survive,
          Live in peace and, hopefully, thrive.
          Remember this is also my state too
          Whatever you inflict or do.
          Compromise is the stepping-stone
          Toward peace in this, land war-prone;
          Peace is the greatest gift and grace
          That can save us from this war-curse.
          Peace depends on the sanity
          Of those who deplore enmity,
          And those who have seen so much blood
          That can begin a second flood.
          Treat the others with the respect
          And love you demand and expect.
          Be curious to learn their culture
          That adds to the human structure.
          The world’s full of different colors,
          Like a garden full of flowers,
          Ah, what a dull and boring place,
          The world will be with just one race.
          Respect every identity
          And every race’s entity,
          Don’t hate this or that religion,
          Every one has its origin.
          If you form the majority,
          Still you are a minority,
          For it’s a relative matter
          So think it over, don’t stutter.
          I’m a man not just blood and flesh,
          You can’t treat me just as you wish.
          I’m a man as free as the wind
          That all enmities can transcend.
          By building barriers and that wall,
          Of course peace will eventually fall.
          They’ll definitely undermine
          All efforts for peace just and fine.
          We need to remove every cuff
          That hinders peace or such a staff.
          Don’t talk about equality,
          Do make it a reality.
          We all have to be courageous
          To do what’s just and righteous.
          To no avail is every deed
          That we do if it hate does breed.
          Why is it so easy to hold
          Onto prejudices so old?
          Why do we stick to a belief
          That leads to bloodshed and mischief.
          Why is it easier to stir
          The inhuman elements’ flare
          Than build up the mutual trust
          Between nations which is a must.
          Why should I prove my loyalty
          Every day to the royalty?
          Why can’t a citizen pursue
          His dreams despite what may ensue?
          Between the hammer hard and cold
          And the anvil they me do hold.
          Am I guilty of no reason?
          Is my survival a treason?
          Life by itself is a value
          Not land or any revenue.
          Love, compassion, and tolerance
          Are the paths to coexistence.
          Killing and assassinations,
          Violence and accusations
          Repeatedly reiterated
          Make me feel so irritated.
          Your arrogance and vanity
          Won’t make peace a reality.
          It can’t grow and it never will
          As long as you destroy and kill.
          Peace can’t live and dwell in a swamp
          Where prejudice does leave its stamp.
          Peace needs leaders brave and plain
          Who seek no political gain.
          Nations can’t live just by the sword,
          However strong they are and bold,
          Constant wars are to no avail,
          They only let hatred prevail.
          Peace is the key to all conflicts;
          War only disasters inflicts.
          There are no winners or losers,
          At war we’re all the abusers,
          Let’s all set up peace high and grand
          And not put it down to the ground,
          Narrow mindedness only leads
          To destruction and pains it yields.
          It is much wiser not to fall
          In faults whether big or so small.
          Why aren’t we any more thinkers?
          Why can’t we remove our blinkers?
          How can you get the other’s trust
          By being unfair and unjust?
          How can you be safe and secure
          While the other’s rights are obscure?
          Acts of mutual violence
          Lead to more and more vengeance.
          Compromise, on the other hand,
          Will make us share this splendid land.
          Greatness is the ability
          To give up one’s hostility.
          Only just peace can make amends,
          And make previous foes become friends.
          We need a world of peace and love
          That glitters like the stars above.
          We don’t need the narrow minded
          Who make the world with blood flooded.
          Peace won’t come through a gun’s barrel,
          This way you can’t win this battle.
          Peace comes through reconciliation,
          Not through acts of retaliation.
          To make peace a true prophesy,
          You have to change your policy.
          With love, honesty and good will
          We all can stop this useless kill.
          A ceaseless conflict nothing brings;
          It will render peace without wings.
          We have to live in harmony,
          Not in despair and agony.
          It’s the duty of everyone
          To fight for peace not for the gun.
          It’s a pity that the extreme
          Have become here the ruling stream.
          If we focus on the welfare
          Of nations and not on warfare,
          The world will be a better place
          In which everyone will live in grace.
          You can’t be oppressors for long
          Even if you’re now great and strong.
          You can survive by honesty,
          As well as thrive by modesty.
          Wars can end everything but hate
          Which keeps running deep like one’s fate.
          Mad power is self-destructive,
          However, it seems productive.
          I’m optimistic I confess
          No matter how much you oppress.
          I do believe that tomorrow
          Will yield no more pain or sorrow.
          However, it will take some time
          To get peace precious and sublime.
          Peace will eventually come true
          For your own good and mine too.

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  7. Hi all! I have a few haiku that I have been saving for this day. 🙂

    old growth forest tree
    webs wicking barren branches
    looks are deceiving

    move your gaze upward
    canopy of green extends
    an elder tree’s reach

    soft moss-hued bark
    dresses the risen cedar
    anchoring the earth

    petite brown squirrel
    scampers, searches, and plays
    people arrive

    Love you all!
    -Terri Stewart

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        1. Thank you, Jamie! You are too kind. 🙂

          Thank you to you and Michael for hosting and running this effort. I’m about to set up the peacemaking circle! I’ll snap a couple photos of the set-up and post it in our group.

          Much love to you all!

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