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Category Archives: god
I Drove A Car Last Night
*WARNING*GRAPHIC CONTENT* (This poem is about cruelty to animals. This is sadly a true story. The police are not providing animal control services, though they get county funding to do so. There is a small understaffed & underfunded nonprofit clinic … Continue reading
Posted in abuse, animal abuse, animals, aspca, death, dogs, Germany, god, guns, hate, hatred, human rights, humane society, humanity, life, loss, love, Nonviolence, oil, peace, people, pets, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, ptsd, sustainability, taxes, trauma, trees, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged anger, animal cruelty, animal rights, animals, aspca, dogs, drugs, euthanasia, hawaii, human rights, humane society, humanity, inhumanity, Nonviolence, pets are family, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, ptsd, rage, rescue animals, trauma, violence, war
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Roll Tide
Alabama has never been sweet home and there’s Ivey poisoning the shreds of humanity that somehow survive down there where their version of Jesus murders prisoners, and condemns women, keeps kids illiterate and burns crosses when the Tide win … Continue reading
Posted in america, capitalism, Football, god, government, haiku, human rights, humanity, Jesus, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized, womens rights
Tagged Alabama, church and state, crimson tide, death penalty, football, governor Kay Ivey, haiku, Jesus, murder, oppression, poem, Poetry, reproductive rights, roe v wade, slavery, sweet home Alabama, tanka
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Catch A Glimpse Of God
If you stare into the eye of the storm you might catch a glimpse of God
Only Words
Are they only words just letters pieced together tell me, what’s stronger what’s more powerful than words than these sounds we make to justify taking lives if I create God, tell me, of what use is it without words that … Continue reading
The Poppies Are Everywhere
Marx called religion the opium of the masses but we pray to Gods of war and the poppies are everywhere and we pretend to remember (and care) and we feel so much better now and we won’t dare question the … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, apathy, Armistice Day, death, god, government, history, Howard Zinn, humanity, Iraq, opium, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poppies, reflection, religion, remembrance day, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, Vietnam, war, world war one, world war two, writing, WW1, yellow ribbons
Tagged 100 years, addiction, Afghanistan, America, apathy, Armistice Day, death, dope, drones, drugs, Flanders field, god, heroin, iraq, jingoism, militarism, military, nationalism, opium, Oxycontin, pain, Pakistan, poem, poetry, poppies, Propaganda, religion, remembrance day, Somalia, Syria, taxes, terrorism, trauma, Uganda, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, World War One, World War Two, writing, Yemen
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God Doesn’t Have A Name
When I was a kid I was told that God could be found behind four walls behind brick and mortar behind wood and nails behind stained glass and shutters shutoff from the outside world and surrounded by old people and … Continue reading
Children Of Abraham
This is a haiku about the Muslims and Jews, siblings torn apart
Posted in god, haiku, Israelis, Palestinians, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, poem, poetry
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God
God is all around us but it has no name it is everything and nothing and we are one and the same
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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