Tag Archives: Baghdad

Elegy for Alaa Mashzoub

Posted on February 4, 2019 by soitgoes1984

Blind assassins can’t erase your words, written in ink, can’t erase your message. Thirteen bullets and they think they have silenced you but ink outlives blood, and paper weighs more than rock, and scissors, they can cut off your … Continue reading →

Posted in Arabic Poetry, haiku, Iran, Iraq, murder, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, war | Tagged Alaa Mashzoub, Arabic literature, Arabic Poetry, assassination, Baghdad, death, haiku, iraq, life, Peace, poem, Poetry, tanka, war, writing | Comments Off

Standing By The Ruins

Posted on October 26, 2018 by soitgoes1984

Let them hold the pen and write their own destiny rewrite all our wrongs write away the suffering write verses about springtime instead of winter, write verses about laughing instead of crying, dancing instead of dying let them write … Continue reading →

Posted in Arabic Poetry, Baghdad, empathy, Full moon, healing, history, human rights, Iraq, life, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, war, war tax resistance, writing | Tagged Arabic literature, Arabic Poetry, Baghdad, Damascus, death, destiny, fate, iraq, Islamic poetry, life, love, Peace, poem, poetry, poetry for peace, pre-Islamic poetry, tanka, tea, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, war, writing | Comments Off

Skipping Stones

Posted on July 23, 2018 by soitgoes1984

I last time I had skipped a stone across the water I was seventeen it was the waning weeks before my senior year of high school on a hot summer evening after a hard days work on the farm still … Continue reading →

Posted in 9/11, america, american dream, Baghdad, Iraq, music, poem, Poetry, summer, time, Uncategorized, war, writing | Tagged 9/11, America, Baghdad, Beer, college, farming, fishing, iraq, poem, poetry, war, youth | Comments Off

Shooting Stars

Posted on July 13, 2018 by soitgoes1984

Sometimes I lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling and sometimes it’s ants marching across and sometimes it’s spiders swinging from the rafters and sometimes I walk outside and look up at the stars and sometimes there are … Continue reading →

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Swords Of Qādisīyah

Posted on July 15, 2017 by soitgoes1984

Time for a photo-op smile, in a mile it’ll be a frown. Heres the keys to conquest bow your head as heavy swords strike you down. Thirteen-hundred years gone by still celebrate spilled blood swords fade in the rearview … Continue reading →

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The Heart Of Babylon

Posted on July 24, 2016 by soitgoes1984

You say we fight for freedom even though you know its a lie our duffel bags are packed and we’re heading to Iraq and theres a good chance that we’re going to die. We took off from Atlanta touched down in Germany after three days in Kuwait … Continue reading →

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