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Category Archives: farms
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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We Can’t Eat Money
What if today’s youth were taught to become farmers rather than bankers?
Goats & Noses
One of our goats died the other day not that we pick favorites, but Momi was my favorite… the sweetest little goat that ever was, the most peaceful, delicate always happy to see you never mean… I went to chop … Continue reading
Hay For The Royal Horses
The villagers stood around screaming, “The village is burning” and there they were, standing around looking at the fire doing nothing but screaming. “Put this fire out now!!!” they demanded of the King who, far off in the distance was … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, animals, beer, collateral damage, democracy, drunk, Edward Bernays, empire, farm, farming, farms, fear, god, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, ignorance, life, money, oil, Olive trees, Palestinians, people, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, refugees, short story, taxes, terrorism, travel, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, working class, writing
Tagged America, american dream, Bush, Clinton, farmers, farming, fire, horses, human rights, humanity, kings, Obama, poem, poetry, Propaganda, queens, short story, taxes, tradition, Trump, truth, war, war tax resistance, writing
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Gaza
I was losing myself in the sky reflecting in a puddle, a mirror left by an afternoon shower on the floor of our open-air barn. Mesmerized by the tree branches swaying in the breeze and by the clouds arriving and … Continue reading
Maple
Maple, oh Maple you’re just a little puppy almost shot by a farmer Maple, oh Maple named by WWOOFers eating pancakes when the farmer grabbed his gun Maple, oh Maple people think that you’re a girl just because … Continue reading
Posted in animal adoption, animals, dogs, farm, farming, farms, humane society, poem, Poetry, song, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged animal adoption, animals, cats, dogs, farm, farming, farms, humane society, poem, poetry, Song, spay and neuter
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Farm Animals
Daisy Girl Daisy Girl she’s always on the go, she’s not a lazy girl eating grass and oats, with the sheep and goats it’s Daisy Girl it’s Daisy Girl Mrs. Emily Duckinson Mrs. Emily Duckinson waddle, waddle, quack, quack … Continue reading
We Are All Animals
Last night, a little lamb died in my arms. I had been feeding milk to Ram-butan, our 3 month old ram, with a syringe, because he was too weak to drink from the bottle and his mother had moved on, … Continue reading
Noise
above the rustling of the leaves and the clucking of the chickens and the singing of the birds and the crashing of the waves and the barking of the dogs and the meowing of the cats and the neighing of … Continue reading
Posted in america, collateral damage, empathy, farming, farms, goats, government, history, human rights, humanity, Iraq, murder, poem, Poetry, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged birds, cats, chickens, death, dogs, farming, goats, hawaii, helicopters, horses, life, military, nature, poem, poetry, Sheep, taxes, violence, war, war tax resistance
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