“Poetry. It’s better than war!” Michael Rothenberg, cofounder of 100,000 Poets (and friends) for Change



“It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a [woman or] man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he [or she] sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.” —Robert F. Kennedy South Africa, 1966

Today, under the banner of 100,000 Poets (and friends) for Change (100TPC), people the world over are gathered to stand up and stand together for PEACE, SUSTAINABILITY and SOCIAL JUSTICE.

Think on this when you are tempted to lose all hope for our species. Remember that—not just today, but everyday—there are ripples and waves and tsunamis of faith and courage crossing borders in the form of poetry, stories, art, music, friendships and other acts of heroism. Hang tough. And do join with us—The Bardo Group Beguines—today to share your own creative work and to enjoy the work of others. All are welcome no matter where in the world you live.

POST YOUR WORK HERE TODAY

TO SHARE YOUR POEMS, ART, PHOTOGRAPHY AND MUSIC VIDEOS FOR OUR “LIVE” VIRTUAL 100TPC TODAY, PLEASE USE MISTERLINKY FOR URL LINKS. JUST CLICK ON THE ICON BELOW.  YOU CAN ALSO SIMPLY PASTE YOUR COMPLETE WORK OR THE URL TO IT INTO THE COMMENTS SECTION.

REMEMBER THE THEMES ARE PEACE, SUSTAINABILITY AND SOCIAL JUSTICE.


To read shared work see the comments section and click on Mister Linky. Enjoy!

On behalf of Michael Dickel—our World-Class Master of Ceremonies—
and the rest of The Bardo Group Beguines,
and in the spirit of peace, love (respect) and community,

—Jamie Dedes
Founding and Managing Editor, The BeZine

Labyrinth Digital landscape from photo @2018 Michael Dickel
Labyrinth
Digital landscape from photo
@2018 Michael Dickel

57 thoughts on “THE BeZINE’S Virtual 100,000 Poets and Friends IS LIVE NOW … Join Us and Stand Up for Peace, Sustainability and Social Justice

  1. “verde que te quiero verde”
    (with acknowledgement to “Romance Sonambulo” by Lorca)
    by debasis mukhopadhyay

    butterflies soaring in sweet lethargy waltz themselves off eyes of a rose lipped mermaid / she thought waters paint the rhubarb sky for an endless time & the cluster of berries drop at the break of a rainbow like a lullaby, & not like the filaments of blood of her lover / one who would muse at the gypsy moon rooted between her ribs & lament : “green, how i want you green” / wars slide across the ballads that cannot last the vacant place of moorings that float / only as a somnambulist he can wake up again convinced that drawing crosses under moving stars feels like a tender transcendence never to be separated from her flesh /

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  2. Fear Poem, or I Give You Back

    I release you, my beautiful and terrible
    fear. I release you. You were my beloved
    and hated twin, but now, I don’t know you
    as myself. I release you with all the
    pain I would know at the death of
    my children.
    You are not my blood anymore.
    I give you back to the soldiers
    who burned down my home, beheaded my children,
    raped and sodomized my brothers and sisters.
    I give you back to those who stole the
    food from our plates when we were starving.
    I release you, fear, because you hold
    these scenes in front of me and I was born
    with eyes that can never close.
    I release you
    I release you
    I release you
    I release you
    I am not afraid to be angry.
    I am not afraid to rejoice.
    I am not afraid to be black.
    I am not afraid to be white.
    I am not afraid to be hungry.
    I am not afraid to be full.
    I am not afraid to be hated.
    I am not afraid to be loved.
    to be loved, to be loved, fear.
    Oh, you have choked me, but I gave you the leash.
    You have gutted me but I gave you the knife.
    You have devoured me, but I laid myself across the fire.
    I take myself back, fear.
    You are not my shadow any longer.
    I won’t hold you in my hands.
    You can’t live in my eyes, my ears, my voice
    my belly, or in my heart my heart
    my heart my heart
    But come here, fear
    I am alive and you are so afraid
    of dying.

    c Joy Harjo and W.W. Norton, from She Had Some Horses

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  3. I’m home with a cold today and the idea for writing about peace from my own personal perspective…in the present…came to me. Yes, there is much unrest and injustice throughout the world but we can’t ignore the many moments of peace that make up our lives. Thanks, Jamie (and your fine team), who do so much to shine light on the darkness.
    Gayle xo

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  4. I Never Saw Another Butterfly

    by Pavel Freidman

    The last, the very last,

    So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.

    Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing

    against a white stone. . . .

    Such, such a yellow

    Is carried lightly ‘way up high.

    It went away I’m sure because it wished to

    kiss the world good-bye.

    For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,

    Penned up inside this ghetto.

    But I have found what I love here.

    The dandelions call to me

    And the white chestnut branches in the court.

    Only I never saw another butterfly.

    That butterfly was the last one.

    Butterflies don’t live in here,

    in the ghetto.

    Pavel was deported to Theresienstadt Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942 and later to Auschwitz, where he died on September 29, 1944. The poem was found when Theresienstadt was liberated in February 1945.

    Pevel’s poem is included in and lends its name to the title of a collection of poems and artwork by the children and youth of Theresiesnstadt* and published by Hana Volavková and Jiří Weil in 1959.

    I Never Saw Another Butterfly: Children’s Drawings and Poems from the Terezin Concentration Camp, 1942-1944

    * Theresienstadt was the German name for Terezín, a Czech fortress. “After the Munich Agreement in September 1938 and following the occupation of the Czech lands in March 1939, with the existing prisons gradually filled up as a result of the Nazi terror, the Prague Gestapo Police prison was set up in the Small Fortress in 1940. The first inmates arrived on June 14, 1940. By the end of the war 32,000 prisoners of whom 5,000 were women passed through the Small Fortress. These were primarily Czechs, later other nationals, for instance citizens of the former Soviet Union, Poles, Germans and Yugoslavs. Most of the prisoners were arrested for various acts of resistance to the Nazi regime, they were later sent to the extermination camps like Mauthausen in many cases; it was also destiny of family members and supporters of the Reinhard Heydrich assassins. The Jewish Ghetto was created in 1941.” Wikipedia

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