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Category Archives: life
Medicine Not Bombs
They say we are at war but if this were a war we have left our soldiers without bullets and combat boots if this were a war we have left our airmen without bombs and jet fuel if this were … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, covid19, human rights, humanity, Iraq, life, MLK, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, veterans for peace, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, Bush, capitalism, covid19, death, disaster capitalism, farmers for peace, greed, health care, life, medicine, medicine not bombs, Obama, Peace, poem, Poetry, poverty, science, Trump, Veterans for Peace, Wall Street, war, war is a racket, war tax resistance, writing
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Connected
I wish I saw the Wallflowers at the Hartford Meadows on the twelfth of September eighteen years ago. I used to love The Wallflowers and my mom bought tickets for my 17th birthday and I waited all summer long and … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, Iraq, life, occupation, oil, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, refugees, religion, revenge, taxes, terrorism, Uncategorized, veterans, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, white supremacy, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged 9/ll, Afghanistan, apathy, connection, death, hatred, human rights, humanity, ignorance, iraq, life, New York, Peace, poem, Poetry, religion, revenge, so it goes, time, war
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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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Life Raft
As you were drowning I sat down and prayed for you unaware that I was sitting on your life raft
Regret & Karmic Debt
Some nights I want to turn back the clock a decade or more, but I made my bed so I lay awake trying my best to forget wading through oceans of regret and karmic debt and one too many mistakes, … Continue reading
Posted in guilt, haiku, humanity, life, peace, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged addiction, alcohol, alcoholism, death, dreams, farming, guilt, haiku, healing, karma, life, love, memories, Peace, poem, Poetry, regret, sobriety, tanka, time, war
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HAZMAT
Photo credit: DRYLANDProductions We call ourselves civilized buying what we’re told we need throwing it ‘away’ with ease look what we’ve become, the sum of our life’s work is garbage we surf man-made waves and our bellies are filled with … Continue reading
Posted in #TrashBucketChallenge, #Trashtagchallenge, american dream, capitalism, earth, haiku, hawaii, humanity, life, oceans, poem, Poetry, sustainability, tanka, trash bucket challenge, trash tag challenge, Uncategorized, water, writing
Tagged american dream, capitalism, civilization, consumerism, earth, environment, garbage, haiku, hazmat, life, oceans, plastic, poem, Poetry, sustainability, tanka, trash
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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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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 Lone Dove
When the hawk fell dead from the dark grey sky above, the lone dove exhaled.
Tired and Hungry and Poor
We all came here tired and hungry and poor we spent lifetimes in the factories but dreamed of so much more now the only jobs are in Afghanistan fighting in this endless war and America is tired, and hungry, and poor … Continue reading
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