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Category Archives: farming
I Shrug
Sometimes I’m walking around the farm and I feel something touch my arm and I look back and see a spiderweb destroyed by me and, having destroyed something so beautiful something so incredible having destroyed so much hard work so … Continue reading
Mulberry Tree
We have a ladder that can reach the very top of the mulberry tree, but there’s so much fruit to harvest from the ground, the top of the tree belongs to the birds. They eat their fill and there’s still … Continue reading
Fat and Happy
As I arrived at my friends farm yesterday, I thought I heard the sound of bone being cut, pig bone or maybe sheep or goat, but the sound that I heard was the grinder my friend held in his … Continue reading
Farmers for Peace
When we’re growing food we’re liberating ourselves from want, from need, from greed, from seeds of fear and we’re setting the dove free to soar with olive branches away from perpetual war, away from hate away from the fate scripted … Continue reading
Posted in doves, farm, farmers, farming, farms, haiku, human rights, humanity, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged Afghanistan, capitalism, doves, farm, farmers for peace, farming, fear, food sovereignty, greed, haiku, hate, iraq, love, Peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, sharing, sustainability, tanka, technology, war
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After The Fruit Is Gone
The green banana leaves lose their freshness and are outpaced by the younger leaves healthier leaves, greener leaves stronger leaves that block out the sun and the aging leaves below wind-battered, fade to yellow and wither to brown as the … Continue reading
Planting, Harvesting
Covered in red dirt with Bumpy the dog close by I become timeless and weightless, floating between yesterday and tomorrow as I till the earth and plant food for the future and the sun will rise and the winter … Continue reading
Only The Bible Is Allowed To Be Sacred
Not even with a thirty meter telescope will we be able to see all the damage done to the ‘āina already we won’t see polluted aquifers and an ailing reef we won’t see the monk seals and turtles laying on … Continue reading
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Tagged Aloha Aina, annexation, capitalism, colonialism, deforestation, Dole, errosion, exploitation, hawaii, hawaiians, Kaho'olawe, Kanaka Maoli, Mauna Kea, missionaries, occupation, Pearl Harbor, pineapples, poem, poetry, pollution, prisons, private prisons, progress, protect mauna kea, science, sustainability, sustainable coastlines hawaii, thirty meter telescope
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In The Sky
I. Helicopters buzz alongside lush-green sea cliffs through sacred valleys and over farmland, cutting through peace and quiet, cutting through silence like knives chop, chop, chop, a reminder of missionaries sharpening their blades, chopping the islands like venison … Continue reading
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Tagged Afghanistan, deer, hawaii, Hawaiian Sovereignty, helicopter tours, helicopters, history, iraq, Kaho'olawe, Maui, military, missionaries, Molokai, noise pollution, occupation, Peace, poem, poetry, religion, sacred land, sea cliffs, tanka, theft, tourism, venison, war
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Sheep
It’s terribly insulting to refer to the American people as sheep. We had to catch our sheep today because it was hoof-trimming day and parasiticide day and the sheep knew what was up they always know if we’re trying to … Continue reading
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