how beautiful the feet of whom publishes peace
allow a pound of peace per couple
peace has a gentleness about it; peace can’t withstand the heat
peace is temperamental
in Palermo, peace, though smothered, is so tender
tender without being mushy. peace reminds us of Spring in Florence
time for peace varies
time varies according to peace’s size and age. peace has been carbon-dated 9750 B.C.E.
time depends on location
a mountain of shelled peace, tossed
shelled peace does not keep
peace should be filled but not stuffed with peace
peace is the seed
opening peace predicts small complications of your own making
seeing peace growing indicates vexation due to a relative’s troubles
for a man to dream of shelling peace, an influential (or wealthy) woman is responsible for his success
for a woman to dream of shelling… her mate is all talk and no action in bed
speak of yellow peace and a map of Canada comes to mind
snow peace, snap peace, black-eyed peace, split peace
chick peace (garbanzos), sweet but you must grow this peace yourself.
snap one end
shake, don’t stir (stirring breaks the peace)
luscious lies the peace
there never was a good war, or bad peas
now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peas
I shall have some peas there, for peas come dropping slow,
peas in our time, peas of mind, peas in Shelley’s mind,
peas and quiet, peas at any price, peas on earth
is peas the ultimate carrot?
or a stick?
we are saying give peas a chance.
peas has broken out, peas with honor
poor and mangled peas
lovers find their peas
righteousness and peas have kissed
(peas in a pod)
Marriage is the result of the longing for the deep, deep peas of the double bed after the hurly-burly of the chaise-lounge.
shall this peas sleep with her?
kneel in peas
kiss our lady, Peas
soft phrase of peas, rust in peas
Knees / Make Love Not War
couched with her arms behind her golden head,
knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly,
lies my young love sleeping in the shade
…how shall we sing to her,
fold our hands round her knees, and cling?
Kneeling never spoiled silk stockings.
Do you remember an Inn,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees
Not mine own fears, nor…
… the wide world dreaming on things to come,
can yet the lease of my true love control.
say pretty peace
do what I peace
peace myself (pleasure, too)
tax and peace
never fails to peace
You wanna piece of me?
Cease / Keats
Cease! must men kill and die?
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
I have fears I may cease to be before my pen…
who makes wars cease?
might shall not cease (nor chaos)
that thou should cease to be
things might change, or cease
dooms we’ve imagined for the “mighty” dead
they must be always with us, or we die
Plea for Peace
peace of the scoundrel,
the tyrant’s peace,
though justice by thy plea, consider…
… we do pray for mercy,
and that same prayer doth teach us all to render
the deeds of mercy.