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Category Archives: writing
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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Manifesto, A Poem
Some people believe so strongly in the ideologies they were either raised with, or found in some other way but they believe so strongly that they’re willing to lay down their life for their ideology even if they can start to … Continue reading
Posted in america, I Can't Breathe, ICE, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, refugees, Trump, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, white supremacy, writing
Tagged America, poem, Poetry, Trump, war, white supremacy
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Questions
Who in the world is it that we’re waiting for the earth keeps spinning round there’s no one coming to our door What in the world is it that will make us care and realize that there’s no such … Continue reading
Dust
You and me just must share some dust from the same star and maybe our star was related to other stars, the ones that we still see reminding us where we’re from and if we’re lucky, of where we’ll return … Continue reading
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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Piss & Plastic
We’re walking on the water and swimming through the air we’re flying through our days now we’ve got no time to care We’re higher than the Rockies and deeper than old bones we’re burying humanity with eyes glued to … Continue reading
Same Parade
The best way you can honor our departed sons, daughters, brothers, and sisters is to become a war-tax resister, don’t pay to send any more of our loved ones off to war don’t buy the bullets, the bombs, and the … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, Memorial Day, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged capitalism, haiku, Memorial Day, poem, Poetry, tanka, veterans, war, war tax resistance, writing
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Lucky We Live Hawaii
We’re lucky we live Hawaii, must be the vog though ’cause we can’t see turtles and monk seals dying and we can’t hear Kanaka crying, and we don’t have a word to say when it’s independence day in this land … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, hawaii, lucky we live hawaii, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, white privilege, Words, writing
Tagged haiku, hawaii, hawaiian kingdom, Hawaiian Sovereignty, Honolulu, Lili'uokalani, lucky we live hawaii, occupation, poem, Poetry, tanka, vog, Waikiki, writing
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The Gods That We Trust
We sigh as we watch synagogues, mosques, and black churches burning. We’re yearning for a better world but we’re too comfortable in this one. We watch the news it’s just reruns, cops killing unarmed black people and Muslim cities turned … Continue reading
Posted in haiku, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, Words, writing
Tagged America, capitalism, greed, haiku, poem, Poetry, tanka, violence, Wall Street
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