Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read π, Write βοΈ, Rise π , Realize π€―.
Tristan πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read π, Write βοΈ, Rise π , Realize π€―.
Tristan πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Just as surely as Jesus taught,
Others bastardize his teachings.
Anyone can lash out violently;
Not many commit to non-violence.
Beyond institutions, peace is attainable;
Angry voices spit venomous attacks.
Evil will not win, we shall overcome.
Zero chance threats or prison will quake me.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 12, 2026.
Tittu
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This poem reflects on nonviolence as costly Christian witness and the irony of believers condemning those who dare to practice the teachings they profess.
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Loved the music of Joan Baez now a lost voice on the music scene but her influence can still be heard in other's songs. What ever happened to the peace movement of the sixties. Nicely written my friend and a fave
Thanks so much, Soren! Joanβs music continues to remind me that refusing violence is not passivity...it is courageous resistance requiring tremendous discipline. Whatever became of that collective dream, I refuse to believe it is dead. Joan herself is still very much active and writes poetry too, but as for what happened to the β60s peace movement, that is a question I have pondered too. Deeply grateful for the fave, my friend! ποΈπΈπ₯π
Hippies and beads my generation seduced by stocks and beaten back by inflation they linger in the backwaters disillusioned by democracy and capitalism in their youth now its major supporters. If you can't beat them' join them tie dyes turned to three piece suits
A quiet fist raised against the storm, choosing courage over cruelty.
The poem walks the hard road of peace, where conviction matters more than anger.
Thank you, Thomas! That is the heart of it. Peace demands that we stand firm without becoming a reflection of what we oppose. Deeply appreciated, my friend! ποΈπΈπ₯π
That's right you stick to hands off, with you all the way kid.
I actually thought this could have been about Trump at first π€£
Thanks so much, Teddy! For one terrifying moment, Trump wandered into a Joan Baez poem...but nonviolence firmly escorted agent orange menace back out! Iβm delighted youβre with me all the way, my dear friend! π€£ποΈπΈπ₯π
Tittu, this piece reads like a quiet but unwavering declaration that peace is not the soft option people imagine, but a discipline that demands courage, clarity, and a willingness to stand against both violence and the hypocrisy of those who preach gentleness yet condemn it in practice; the acrostic form suits the message, each line stepping forward with the calm resolve of someone who knows that nonβviolence is not naΓ―ve but deeply costly, and your closing refusal to be shaken gives the poem its backbone, truly a reminder that conviction, when rooted in compassion, is stronger than any threat.
Thanks so much, Rik! You understood precisely what I hoped this poem would carry. Nonviolence is not retreat or polite acquiescence...it is resistance disciplined by compassion, standing its ground without surrendering its humanity. I deeply appreciate your generous and insightful reading, my friend! ποΈπΈπ₯π
Well thatβs notches higher than plain passive aggression. Most welcome dear friend ππ»ποΈ
To the point, good write friend
Thank you, Norman! Deeply appreciated, my friend! ποΈπΈπ₯π
most welcome
Good write T. It's treason (or is it?) Popeye, to say 'Spinach to rule forever!'
And... Oooh, I suppose there'll always be some hypocrites around. Doh! But it don't apply to Ol'Tom or Obi. They're faithful in knitting socks and wielding sabres. (what rubbish we talk. lol).
Much appreciated, Orchi! Emperor Popeye now rules the Spinach Empire, while Darth Duplicitous condemns violence and quietly builds a Death Sabre behind the sock factory. Fortunately, OlβTom and Oi be Wan K. have already infiltrated the premises disguised as knitting inspectors! What rubbish indeed! lol. ποΈπΈπ₯π
It's all true, we know! lol.
Well said, your poem addresses themes of conflict, peace, and the challenges of adhering to non-violent principles in a world often marked by aggression and hostility.
Thanks so much, Friendship! Choosing another way requires tremendous resolve, especially when retaliation feels justified. Iβm grateful this one connected with you, my friend! ποΈπΈπ₯π
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