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Monthly Archives: November 2016
thunder
a butterfly flutters then dies and theres thunder and I wonder whats under the rock pick it up break the lock lift the chains from the flock sail away from the dock crashing of the stock market fell take the … Continue reading
Posted in history, justice, Uncategorized
Tagged iraq, poem, poetry, Standing Rock, Thoreau, war, war tax resistance
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dream
pesants toil in the yard the poet argues with the bard sing praises of distinguished men but wasting breath and ink from pen write self-fulfilling prophecy pulled the plug out from the dream youthful sins ingrained in stone years gone … Continue reading
Bread
uncle sam takes away too much bread and he turns it into bullets leaving too many dead 1, 2, 3, 4, I won’t fund this madness I won’t fight another war I won’t salute a flag and I … Continue reading
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chicken-scratch
old noteboks fill boxes in a cold New England basement with chicken-scratch poetry from a time of insanity and its aftermath you know, stories about taking the wrong path about drowning and letting go of the precious life raft. Nightmares … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, anxiety, depression, dreams, Iraq, memories, Uncategorized
Tagged America, american dream, iraq, life, memories, poem, poetry, war, writing
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Napalm Castles
fleeing fire for a frying pan I see a dying man laughing at sinners posing as saints the mirror broke and faint whispers called for fresh paint to hide the truth spitting lies disguised as proof but a … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, capitalism, collateral damage, death, drones, human rights, humanity, Uncategorized
Tagged America, drones, freedom, humanity, poem, poetry, truth, war, writing
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Strange Birds
Strange birds were flying one by one they passed overhead. Children looked up in wonder, dying. Was this the heavens sending thunder?
Thoughts on Veterans Day: Time For Change
It was called Armistice Day. The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 marked the end of WWI, and for a while, people remembered. During that war, the majority of casualties were soldiers, today the … Continue reading
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Tagged Afghanistan, iraq, Korea, veterans, veterans day, Vietnam, war, WW1, WW2
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Armistice Day
I am proud that I volunteered and trained as a warrior, fully willing to give my life for my community and my country. I am sad to say, however, that I was part of yet another generation led astray by … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, collateral damage, democracy, Iraq, racism, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, world war one, world war two
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