Category: Peace

Buy and fly the UN flag

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Buy and fly the UN flag

Fly it as a prayer for peace,
speed the day when all wars cease.

Fly it as a vote for Earth,
by a midwife for global government's  birth.

Fly it as an earthly embrace,
give a healing hug to the whole human race.

Fly it as a flicker of light,
let your hope shine in our nuclear night.

If you’d like to buy a UN flag, I suggest finding your local chapter of the United Nations Association of the USA. Yeah, you can get one on Amazon, but your local chapter of UNA/USA would love to see you.

Finish Reading: Buy and fly the UN flag

Bill’s and Mary Lee’s license plate

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Bill and Mary Lee spent much of the their married life without a car, but they did have this license plate on the Volkswagen bus they had for 10 or 15 years.

Bill and Mary Lee spent much of their marriage without a car, but they did have a VW bus with this license plate for almost twenty years.

Photo of California license plate that reads POEMSUN.

If you read the first five letters as one word, you can see what many of Bill’s poetry was about.

A letter to his son after being arrested at Lockheed in 1979

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In 1979, Bill was arrested at a protest against Cruise Missiles at Lockheed in Sunnyvale, CA. This was Bill’s first arrest in a protest (although he was a lifelong protestor for peace and civil rights). His middle son, Lee, had been arrested the year before at Diablo Canyon Nuclear Power Plant (near San Luis Obispo, CA). Leading to that protest, Bill drove a “sag wagon” truck that carried supplies for Lee and six other riders who rode their bicycles from Berkeley to SLO to “Pedal Out Plutonium on a Bicycle.” Bill wrote the following letter to Lee after his 1979 protest at Lockheed. Finish Reading: A letter to his son after being arrested at Lockheed in 1979

Two letters about hills and mountains

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The following are letters to the Berkeley Daily Gazette written by Bill in 1971, published in the “The open forum” section. (Information on Reverend Doug Smith’s Vietnam War Protest on Mt. Shasta can be found here.)

From the Mountain Top

(published August 20, 1971)

Tuesday morning I watched the sunrise from the summit of Mt. Shasta. I was with my friend Dough Smith, a man of peace. I had climbed Shasta on Monday, the 26th anniversary of the sunburst explosion over Nagasaki. I had climbed to be with Doug, to hug Doug, to support Doug. I had climbed to draw closer to my God and to myself. I had climbed because Shasta had begun to cast her spell over me since Doug had first shared with some of us his hopes and plans for the Shasta project. Finish Reading: Two letters about hills and mountains

Four Poems — distributed 3-20-1991

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Bill distributed these four poems on a flier in March of 1991. His introductions are in above each.

Dear friends,

Poetry has been good for me lately. This first day of spring seems right for collecting a few and sharing them with some of you. I owe some of you written copies of one or another of these. Others of you I simply share these with as time and circumstances (including our April trip East) permit.

Peace/love, Bill

(Asilomar, by the sea, 12-9-90, with friend Jon).

All engulfing song of surf,
all encompassing, sequined sky -
my ears and eyes applaud
as my soul
heaves
sigh
after sigh
after
deep and wide
sigh.

(On my mail route, 2-4-91, after a lovely, clumsy moment shared with a beautiful human being, one of my postal patrons)

How long do we have to say anything?
How long do we have to wonder
 if these words or those words
 are right or wrong?
How long do we have to discover
 there may be no right,
 no wrong?
How long do we have to embrace
 silence?
How long do we have to discover
 there may be all the time we need?
How long do we have
to wonder
how long we have?

(On Mt. Tamalpais, March 4th, 1991, early in the morning in a wild storm, by myself, near a cabin called “Peace in the Woods” where I was sharing a weekend with friends Jon, Bill and Frank)

March forth,
dance on
and sign your song.

March forth
dance on,
the journey's long.

March forth,
dance on
and as you do,

remember, friend,
somewhere,
I'm marching,
dancing,
singing, too.

(First Unitarian Church of Berkeley, 2-24-91, during and after the 8:30 am Meditation Service, as later published and illustrated in the News Bulletin of the church)

Two chairs
by the "In Memoriam" wall,
in dialogue,
in relationship.

No persons present,
but what presence
of spirit
of souls
of silence

as the phoenix
takes wing
between the songs
of the windblown branches and leaves
of the deeply rooted
many trees
of life.

Retirement and Unretirement (An April 1st Tale) 1990

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I retired April 1st [1990].

For years I planned to begin retirement with a walking bridge between the world of work and a world beyond work. I would push a mail cart from San Francisco to the United Nations in support of peace and the U.N., from April 25 to October 24. But on April 26, at Martin Luther King, Jr., Park in Berkeley, under the city’s U.N. flag, I announced that I would not walk.

The doubts and fears about a solo walk which I had tried to push aside had finally overcome the energy of my dream, hopes and preparations. I became depressed and distressingly suicidal. For about two weeks I stewed in my own juices, ashamed, disappointed in myself and wanting to die.

Years ago my older brother had killed himself in his late twenties. I knew how hard that was on family and friends. That knowledge, my deep belief in the preceiousness of life, support from famly and close friends, and some crisis thereapy led me to loking for some way out of what felt like a self-made trap.

When I had announced the cancellation of the walk, our postmaster said something about the people on my route would like me back. Now I decided to find out whether there was a way to cancel my as yet incomplete retirment process. There was. I went for it.

June 9 I went back to work on my old route through a process part bureaucratic, part very human and part miraculous. I am still depressed with varing ups and downs. I am glad to be alive and back on my “appointed rounds”. Acceptance and affirmation from postal workers and patrons have been helpful factors for which I am grateful. I have no dates, calendars nor slogans for any second retirement. One day at a time sounds good.

I am in theapy and counseling seeking healing and understanding. Instead of walking “from sea to shining sea” I am on our inner peace pilgrimage across a personal continent of questions and cofusion, perhaps a pilgrimage from me to shining me.

Possible moral to this tale: Don’t put all your retirement legs behind one cart.

Bill Trampleasure

Five Ogunquit Poems, 1993

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Ogunquit, 11-6-1993

The museum is closed,
winterized.

Benches
and some of the sculpture garden critters
are wrapped snugly in blue plastic,
cocoons, hibernating until spring,
with here and there
a head, tail or toenail showing.

Some statues, pieces of scupture,
have been released
from their concrete anchorages
and hidden away
somewhere
in deeper hibernation.

The anchorages, foundations
remain
for me to choose my place to stand.

Shall I be "The War Machine",
facing the beauty of the ocean
and the sunrise?

Or shall I be the "Man from Assissi",
an instrument of peace,
calling others to join me
and all those others
already in the planetary pageant of peace?

Will you join us in
building bridges,
reflecting in and on ponds
(at Walden and elsewhere)

sitting in the sun
singing our songs

continuing our own
personal peace pilgrimages
along well traveled
or less well traveled paths

making our choices
taking our chances

risking our self-images

inhaling and exhaling
endless "Thank yous"?

Ogunquit, 11-6-1993

360 will do
or take in the view
around you

360 will do
to take in the view
within you

and if 360
is beyond you,
click off one or two

one or two
clicks of difference
may just do
to expand
  or create anew
  your point of view

Agamenticus Mountain, 11-11-1993, Veterans Day

Foot-on-moon disease
make me ill at ease.

What is this mostly
macho/military
race for space?

Why not embrace
the whole race
here on Mother Earth
as one?

Then
when that's done,

maybe some cosmic critters
from another place
will want to drop in
and get to know us
face to face

12-4-1993, Marginal Way and Bread & Roses

Christmas (A definition by an un-christian to those whom it may concern

Christmas
is living
the love we have received

Christmas
is forgiving
when we feel
we've been deceived

Christmas
is unloading
and feeling so relieved

Christmas
is loving
the life we have received

12-3-1993, Top of the Way (a bench)

San Francisco
I've been to the top
of your Mark.
I've gloried in its
wonderous view.

And Boston,
I've been to the top
of your Hub.
I love what
you can do.

But on this finestkind
Ogunquit day,
seated at the top
of its Marginal Way,
I must confess,
when all is said and done,
The Top of the Way
is my personal
Number One.