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Category Archives: fire
Let’s Go Read Rumi (Ode to Spring)
Before the vultures dine on another ancient civilization and cities become rubble lets break bread instead of bones lets cleanse our palate and feast on the food of kings and queens, lets walk through smoke screens, and sit on … Continue reading
Posted in america, Chaharshanbe Suri, fear, fire, Hafez, haiku, humanity, ignorance, Iran, life, love, mysticism, Parts Unknown, peace, Persian food, poem, Poetry, propaganda, Rumi, sufism, tanka, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, writing
Tagged Anthony Bourdain, Bahar, Chaharshanbe Suri, chemical weapons, civilization, culture, food, Hafez, haiku, Iran, Iran Iraq War, life, love, Media, mystics, New Year, news, Nowruz, Parts Unknown, Persia, Persian food, Persian rugs, poem, Poetry, Propaganda, Rumi, Spring, springtime, sufism, tanka, tea, Travel, truth, war, war tax resistance
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Fire
The fire consumes all in it’s path, not stopping to show a passport
Fire: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger
Do you remember Bobby Sands, sixty-six days as a nation prayed? Hunger strikes the match that lights the fire that keeps on burning. Haiku challenge from: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger
Posted in fire, haiku, Ireland, justice, Liberation, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged Bobby Sands, challenge, haiku, hunger strike, Ireland, oppression, poem, poetry, political prisoners, prison, tanka, writing
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Coffee
They say ‘a watched pot never boils’ but I’ve done this quite a bit and the pot I watch always boils unless of course the flame burns out but otherwise it boils watched or not and there is something meditative … Continue reading
We Didn’t Start The Fire…?
We give our child a pack of matches and they go outside and strike those matches and they start a fire and that fire burns down a neighbors house and our child returns and demands more matches crying, ‘we have … Continue reading
Bellies Full of Plastic
There is no hope of a better future, stop listening to the optimistic TV newscasters. We are not going to save the world we are nothing more than a cancer making planet earth sick. There is no God, so I … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, capitalism, climate change, collateral damage, death, earth, fear, fire, Gaza, god, greed, hate, hell, Hiroshima, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, Iraq, life, love, Nagasaki, oceans, oil, peace, people, poem, Poetry, religion, taxes, terrorism, time, trash, Uncategorized, universe, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, water, writing, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, Bush, capitalism, death, environment, garbage, Gaza, greed, Hiroshima, iraq, life, money, Nagasaki, Obama, oceans, oil, Peace, plastic, poem, poetry, poison, pollution, rivers, Saudi Arabia, trash, Trump, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, WW2, Yemen
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Windows
The people jumping to their deaths out of the windows of buildings engulfed in flames and the people jumping to their deaths out of the windows of buildings not engulfed in flames have something in common.
Talking Trees
“Pleased to meet you” said the tree now fire burns it’s memory and lumber jacks are back for more but trees don’t worry whats in store. A battle-hardened old tree sways, “It’s been like this for all my days so … Continue reading
Pali
Longing to set sail once more casualties of a war waged with germs and guns and drugs and spam and pineapples and sugarcane and chemicals and steel and my heart is numb and I cannot feel your pain the goddess … Continue reading
Posted in collateral damage, fire, hawaii, hope, human rights, humanity, life, poem, Poetry, rain, religion, solidarity, Uncategorized, violence, writing
Tagged drugs, hawaii, poem, poetry, religion, solidarity, war
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Spring
Flowers need the spring plants need the spring trees need the spring and the farmer needs the spring after a cold, harsh winter so the snow can melt the earth can thaw and the birds can sing once again. … Continue reading
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