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ho the fishermen are hunters

      bringin’ us the fruits of the sea divine.

      At sunset we play melodeon and poker

      till we fall asleep in a pretty slumber.

      Lost our harpoon from the whalin’ days

      Smaller fish are now our gentle prey

      Found a myna bird in the East Indies

      to imitate our shout and respond

      Amusin’ our hearts like a magic wand

      Kept him like a pirate’s parrot

      Ridin’ on the rudder to the keel

      Yosemite Sam, with his specialty,

      seduced Bugs with a golden carrot.

      Approachin’ the captain with a deal

      Scoffed it off with a foot and heal.

      Drinkin’ up the finest one malt

      Waitin’ for the great assault

      Keepin’ the fire water from the buccaneer

      Bein’ greeted with an ugly sneer.

      Bein’ suckered into the greatest lotto

      Savin’ my pennies was also my motto

      Crackin’ the safe of the billionaire

      Goin’ bald while losin’ his hair

      Chasin’ the hillbilly mountaineer

      Givin’ the loose change to the debonair

      Whippin’ myself for missin’ the chance

      to jump 'cross the island with some romance.

      Ladies are scarce o’er the open sea

      We’re diein’ for warmth and sympathy

      Hidin’ out from all the work and toil

      Blastin’ dynamite while searchin’ for oil

      Underneath the deck the ovens boil

      Cookin’ the fuel for the privateer

      as they travel the open frontier.

      Our shirts are dirty, stained and soiled.

      We can’t be happier with our brandy

      singin’ a funky stamp ‘n go shanty.

      A little Peace

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       A little Peace

      As I was walking slowly by

      a church on Sunday morn

      I could hear voices raised

      in praise for the lord above.

      The voices were sweet and soft,

      but loud enough for the lord to hear,

      as the praises they were singing

      drifted through the air.

      Not a single voice

      was out of tune

      as they sang out there.

      When the voices went quiet,

      a serine silence drifted down

      over everything and everyone around.

      God was answering their prayers

      for a little peace everywhere today.

       Artists Together For Peace

      By Muhammad Iqbal Behleem

      we are together with our Arts

      We are together with our Peace

      We are all artist of the world

      together with our Arts for Peace

      We all have very strong belief

      That our art relate to peace

      Let's sing together for peace

      Let's grow together for peace

      Let's sing together this song of love

      For the sake of Love and Peace

       At Peace

      By Tatianna Rei Moonshadow, from Rochester MN

      That night I laid beside you

      With one hand upon your heart

      It beat ever so gently

      As we laid there in the dark

      For hours we spoke

      Only with honesty and truth

      Somewhere between our words

      I fell in love with you

      We spoke in quiet whispers

      Careful not to wake our friends

      As they slept we had conversation

      That seemed to know no end

      You told me of your weakness

      Of your fears and your past

      I shared with you the stories

      Of the loves that could not last

      For once I was contempt

      Just to have someone there

      Somehow in that conver sation

      I let myself open up and care

      My heart ceased it's breaking

      And my mind laid to rest

      Your eyes brought me smiles

      While your heartbeat eased my breath

      For the first time I was happy

      Happy to have someone to hold

      As I wrapped you tight in my arms

      To shield you from the cold

      As the sun began to rise

      In the window it shined through

      You pulled me ever closer

      And I fell asleep, At Peace, with you.

       At The Peace Center

      By John L. Waters, from Singapore

      Each word is a stone

      rearranged by the spring tide

      down at the seashore.

      Earth, air, water, fire

      are conjoined here in one piece

      at each poem's heart.

      When the tide comes in

      all the stones are tossed about

      by the water waves.

      The process goes on

      day and night deep in our minds

      with each new thought.

      There are two movements

      ever at work in all things even

      in ourselves.

      These movements make us

      Tangential and radial.

      We stroke and we poke.

      We bump and we scrape

      as do the smoothed stones

      along a cobbly seashore.

      We move like the stones

      moving down

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