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Tag Archives: Afghanistan
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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In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King
(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, dreams, empathy, human rights, humanity, MLK, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, racism, refugees, taxes, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, Beyond Vietnam, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, Dr. King, fear, hatred, human rights, iraq, MLK, Peace, poverty, racism, silence is betrayal, Vietnam, violence, war
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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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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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Will You Lay Wreath For Them?
Eighty-three years before 2001 was 1918 seventeen years after 2001 is 2018 and it’s now been 100 years since the armistice 100 years since there was peace between nations 100 years since the war to end all wars ended 100 … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, Armistice Day, collateral damage, Iraq, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, war, war tax resistance, world war one, writing, WW1
Tagged Afghanistan, Armistice Day, civilians, collateral damage, iraq, poem, poetry, poetry for peace, veterans, veterans day, war, World War One, WW1
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In The Sky
I. Helicopters buzz alongside lush-green sea cliffs through sacred valleys and over farmland, cutting through peace and quiet, cutting through silence like knives chop, chop, chop, a reminder of missionaries sharpening their blades, chopping the islands like venison … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, collateral damage, farmers, farming, hawaii, helicopters, history, Iraq, Molokai, occupation, poem, Poetry, Syria, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, deer, hawaii, Hawaiian Sovereignty, helicopter tours, helicopters, history, iraq, Kaho'olawe, Maui, military, missionaries, Molokai, noise pollution, occupation, Peace, poem, poetry, religion, sacred land, sea cliffs, tanka, theft, tourism, venison, war
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The Birds Are Still Flying: Ode To Kaho’olawe
They watched as it bled blood red clouding the ocean and asked themselves how? They forgot that it’s alive dying slowly as God cries and green turns to brown. Veins are nothing without blood but tears wash away sacredness … Continue reading
Posted in hawaii, Kaho'olawe, Molokai, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized, Vieques, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, birds, environment, erosion, hawaii, heaven, hell, iraq, Kaho'olawe, Lanai, Maui, Molokai, paradise, poem, poetry, tanka, taxes, training, unexploded ordnance, Vietnam, war
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Never Forget
What if there’s a war and it lasts nearly a score but we all forget…
Posted in Afghanistan, haiku, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged 17 years, Afghanistan, haiku, never forget, poem, poetry, war, war tax resistance
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Like Fresh Venison
The helicopters buzz alongside sea cliffs through sacred valleys and over farms cutting through silence cutting through peace like butcher knives the ‘chop, chop, chop’ a reminder of the missionaries slicing these islands up like fresh venison taking everything from … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, hawaii, history, human rights, humanity, occupation, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, deer meat, hawaii, helicopters, Lili'uokalani, military, Molokai, occupation, poem, poetry, tourism, venison, war, war tax resistance
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