Poets For Peace

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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8 Responses

  1. Al Lane says:

    “Words have power and so i keep tossing mine into the air, letting the wind scatter them…” Never stop doing this x

  2. bobcabkings says:

    Poets For Peace sounds to be a wonderful project, and your contribution here, sad as it come to in the end, is beautiful. The shower of those words of love and hope must not stop. I am only rarely moved to poetry, but you’ve got me thinking. So, for now, this from William Blake will do:

    To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
    All pray in their distress,
    And to these virtues of delight
    Return their thankfulness.

    For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
    Is God our Father dear;
    And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
    Is man, his child and care.

    For Mercy has a human heart
    Pity, a human face;
    And Love, the human form divine;
    And Peace, the human dress.

    Then every man, of every clime,
    That prays in his distress,
    Prays to the human form divine:
    Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

    And all must love the human form,
    In heathen, Turk, or Jew.
    Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
    There God is dwelling too.

    • Jesi says:

      Thanks, Bob. War/hate/intolerance all of it is sad and my heart has been breaking with every new report of killings and protests and people yelling horrendous things. Maybe one day our words will be heard and actually listened to and acted on instead of reacting to (i.e., there will be peace one day). For now, it’s important to know that we’re trying to spread love and hope and help make this world better.
      Blake’s words are beautiful. I’m so glad you shared this one with me. Thank you. 🙂

  3. Lizzi says:

    *sigh* Wonderful showcase (add this to the 1000Speak linkie?) of the cause but such a harrowing poem, Pinky <3 Very well writ indeed.

    • Jesi says:

      Thank you, my love. I tried to write something more uplifting but it wasn’t what was in my heart. After a video I watched yesterday of one black woman calling for the genocide of all white babies I just couldn’t take it anymore. If this is what the world has come to this year, I don’t want to be a part of this kind of hate. So I wrote. Thank you for tagging me to be a part of this. Maybe one day the world will look back at this and see that we made a difference.

  4. Nicely done. Glad we are all a part of something positive.

    • Jesi says:

      Thank you, and I agree. All this negativity going around is simply generating more. I’ve felt useless and lost lately so this has helped.

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