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Myth Breakers, bring back the Dragon!
There is a time when truth must be faced, and the faulty, fabricated walls of myth must crumble. I beckon you, seekers of truth, to search your heart and bring forth the truth about dragons. These maligned and lovely creatures, which graced the earth not so long ago, simply seek a place of love to call home.
When differences are unexplored, fear can fill that void. What chance did the poor dragon have? Their towering heights and breath of fire fueled the fear the mythmakers need to banish the dragons without allowing them to state their peace. Add to that a greenish tint or blue with scales of spiked points in matching hues? It was easy to plant the thoughts of flesh-eating beasts into the fertile minds of the frightened populations.
So the dragons had to leave, not finding a place of love or acceptance anywhere. But from the whisper of the trees, and the song of the night, I hear we can bring him back! If we create love in the place we exist, spreading it beyond the desks walls, and doors that we inhabit, sending love out into the world as a homing beacon – they will return, bringing the magic of life back with them.
So tell me a story of the peaceful dragon. Pick up the threads of stories presented in our story starters, or fabricate your own – and in your hands, weave us a tale of wonder and love. Tell me where they must live now; show me how your story characters would help them return. Tell me of how the dragons were wrongly banished.
And in the mean time, do me a favor… let no myth fill your head, let no difference build a canyon between you and truth.
Peace Dragon
Posted By: Jing Jiong. Tan
I draw a peace dragon, my peace dragon give people a colorful and wonderful day. The back of my peace dragon, there is a big rainbow. This rainbow let people fell happy everyday, and let them know how…
Peace Dragon
Posted By: Jing Jiong. Tan
I draw a peace dragon, my peace dragon give people a colorful and wonderful day. The back of my peace dragon, there is a big rainbow. This rainbow let people fell happy everyday, and let them know how beautiful the nature are, so they know they must to cherish the nature, safe the nature immediately. Nature is beautiful, and the peace, peace dragon is also beautiful.
My peace point:
Peace, is not easy to get it, all the people in the world must be unity and cooperation and peaceful coexistence.
Peace, is not all the way in the world, so we should cherish them more.
We can in a peaceful place to go to school, we are so lucky.
You Have Voice and a Choice
Posted By: Samantha Frayne
This is just a quick poem about choice and voice. Then I just wrote down a few things.
You Have Voice and a Choice
Posted By: Samantha Frayne
This is just a quick poem about choice and voice. Then I just wrote down a few things.
You have your own voice, you have your own choice, the only problem is that you have to choose wisely. Don't judge people by their look or of what you've been told, but when you get to know them, their just like you!
When you have a choice things can come out, in a good way or a bad.
When you have a voice you can share...
Your Passion/Inspiration
Your choice
Your experience
Your life
Your hope
You what to be heard!
You can also be a listener... still remember to be heard!
My Kind of Peace
Posted By: Daniel Lin
In class, whole class made poems about peace, and this is mine!
My Kind of Peace
Posted By: Daniel Lin
In class, whole class made poems about peace, and this is mine!
MY KIND OF PEACE
Peace is opinion,
But it's not oblivion,
Some people like it,
And some just do not.
But some,
Do like,
To make it.
My kind of peace,
Is quiet,
Still,
And people chill,
That is mine,
What is yours?
Peace is Here
Posted By: Mandy Liu
This is a short peace poem that i wrote and i hope that everyone enjoys it.
Peace is Here
Posted By: Mandy Liu
This is a short peace poem that i wrote and i hope that everyone enjoys it.
Peace is freedom,
Peace is love,
Peace are the flowers that blooms in the Spring.
Peace can fly,
Peace can breath,
Peace can be found anywhere.
The Peace
Posted By: Jessica
See what we are doing to this world.
The Peace
Posted By: Jessica
See what we are doing to this world.
She landed. Nearby was a vast war zone. She ran into the forest. Suddenly, a knight appeared. "Give me your treasure," he bellowed. "I don't have ant treasure, as I gave it to you, and have destroyed it," she replied. "Well, what is your treasure?" asked the knight. "Peace."
A cold winter night.
Posted By: Martin Fisher
Let the peace enter the ones that are led in the wrong way. Make them see the light and beauty of a place where we all love each other; where there is no hate and disgust, but a place where we can all…
A cold winter night.
Posted By: Martin Fisher
Let the peace enter the ones that are led in the wrong way. Make them see the light and beauty of a place where we all love each other; where there is no hate and disgust, but a place where we can all live in harmony with the people and environment around us.
The night was cold, colder than any the human had ever experienced. Walking fiercely through the snow; the human was determined to get to the temple on top of the mountain where his son lay extremely sick and needed the medicine the men was carrying. The human was trying its hardest, but whatever advance he made forward, the snow storm would make the double the amount the opposite way. The men couldn't give up, it was... it was his son! He couldn't simply give up, that wasn't an option; he had to get to the temple. He was closing his eyes, so the snow wouldn't blind him completely. The temple... So far away... a bare light in the distant summit of the mountain... The men fell on his knees, one last though going to his son, and while dropping a single crystal clear tear, the men whispered: "I'm sorry"...
As if heard, the men looked up and couldn't believe what he saw. A giant indigo-scaled dragon ready to land right in front of him with its massive blue wings wide spread to slow the landing. As the dragon landed right in front of the men and simply said this with a strong, though feminine voice: "Don't worry, I got you." And with this, she embraced the man with her wings, warming him. And they stayed like this the whole night. The dragon warming the human that was cold from the snow storm. And the men warming the dragon, who was cold in the inside, from her exile.
By the morning the dragon carried the men to the top of the mountain, as fast as she could, for the men's boy would not be able to resist for too long. Upon reaching the temple, the men ran inside, fearing the worse. He saw his son still and pale as a stone. The men, who had done its best to save his beloved son now cried. Upon seeing this the dragon walked up to the kid's body and stood in a position of respect, with its massive head over the child's pale body. And with a feeling of true sadness she let out a single drop of pure crystalline tear from her eyes on top of the child. As if awoken from a dream the child suddenly opened his eyes, and upon seeing the dragon he jumped from the bed, terrorized. The men said in an amazed tone: "Fear not my son, for she is the one you must thank" The boy then hugged the dragon's neck and happily said: "Thank you," Upon hearing this the dragon let out a single tear of joy and replied to the boy: "No, I thank you, for what you have done for me is greater than anything that has ever happened to me" Said the dragon, upon feeling accepted for the first time.
Mumbai
Posted By: Jasmina
As a class project, a description of Linda Ragsdale's experiences in Mumbai and her mission to create peace through the arts. This students images are recreated through her poetic journey.
Mumbai
Posted By: Jasmina
As a class project, a description of Linda Ragsdale's experiences in Mumbai and her mission to create peace through the arts. This students images are recreated through her poetic journey.
There she was waiting patiently,
Lady dragon jumped up excitingly,
She loved the sky
Most important to her was to fly
The fright of losing one
was too hard to bear, so
there she was waiting patiently.
One day they will meet again.
--Jasmina K, 16
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Posted By: Ben
The image of the dragon can no longer be veiled by myth when students put their art, heart and pen to work. This student presents a choice where a heart can direct its energies.
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Posted By: Ben
The image of the dragon can no longer be veiled by myth when students put their art, heart and pen to work. This student presents a choice where a heart can direct its energies.
There was never a dull day
in a small town near Taipei.
Full of peace and joy
The children played without a single toy
They laughed and played and never fought
But they always imagined, any chance they got
They dreamed of fantasy, of Jasmine and Aladdin
But everyone?s favorite was, of course, the dragon.
Although we see the dragon?s teeth,
These children see what?s underneath
It?s true they see that it?s strong and bold
But they also see its heart of gold
They believe the dragon watches over them at night
And protects them until the next day?s light
The dragon, to them, is a sign of peace
And the dragon?s love will never cease
It will guide them through their entire lives
Until they grow old with lovely wives
The dragon is a sign of hope, you see,
A reason to believe that change is key
for the world isn?t perfect and dragon?s aren?t real
But we can reach out to children and that?s a good deal.
--Ben R., 18
A Dragon in a Child?s Mind
Posted By: Harris
Illusion again is examined and with a wonderful solution fro healing.
A Dragon in a Child?s Mind
Posted By: Harris
Illusion again is examined and with a wonderful solution fro healing.
Somewhere in a child?s mind,
There lives a dragon who is kind.
The dragon feeds on peace and dies of pain
And with love, he returns again,
It?s the dragon you have to share.
Spread the love. Show you care.
There are many peace dragons on Earth
They are with us, all the way from birth
Every day a dragon is killed
But with your peace, it is healed.
--Harris A. 16
Mumbai
Posted By: Enisa
Interpretations of one of stories of the survivors from the Mumbai terrorist attack are lovingly handled in this artist hands.
Mumbai
Posted By: Enisa
Interpretations of one of stories of the survivors from the Mumbai terrorist attack are lovingly handled in this artist hands.
Wings the color of happiness,
Souring through the sky.
Never paid attention to
learning how to fly.
Becoming something beautiful
Is never planned or chosen.
Losing life in general, though,
makes someone?s life become frozen.
Lessons are always learned
from stupid little mistakes,
But there is no other way of knowing
how much courage living life really takes.
It seems that only the innocent
are harmed and taken for granted.
That is why they should forever be remembered
as a beautiful, eternal dragon.
--Enisa D., 17