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Tag Archives: iraq
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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Dead Doves
It’s March Nineteenth, two- thousand and nineteen, it’s sweet sixteen for one of the wars that we’ve lost count of all that remains are dead doves and the graves are all overflowing, and we think we’re better off not … Continue reading
Jump Ship/I Sailed With Columbus
“I Sailed With Columbus” When I was eight years old, in 1992 I first learned about Christopher Columbus and I sang along with my class “In fourteen-hundred and ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue” and we drew pictures of him … Continue reading
Posted in america, haiku, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, solidarity, tanka, taxes, terrorism, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, war, war tax resistance
Tagged America, Columbus, haiku, iraq, poem, Poetry, tanka, taxes, war, war tax resistance
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Elegy for Alaa Mashzoub
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
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The Lone Dove
When the hawk fell dead from the dark grey sky above, the lone dove exhaled.
A War Criminal Is Dead
One score and eight years after the first bombs dropped Iraq is still breathing and a war criminal is dead. Other’s will die and mothers will cry but there is more space now for doves to fly and they will … Continue reading
Posted in Iraq, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged empire, George H.W. Bush, iraq, poem, Poetry, war
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As The Tryptophan Sedates
Turkey is bitter that’s why there’s cranberry sauce heaps and heaps of it to sweeten the taste and make history palatable so we’ll be happy as the tryptophan sedates the whole family and we cheer as a pop star … Continue reading
Posted in america, family, haiku, history, National Day of Mourning, Native Americans, poem, Poetry, racism, tanka, thanksgiving, turkey, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged chow halls, family, haiku, history, iraq, National Day of Mourning, Native Americans, pilgrims, Plymouth, poem, Poetry, racism, reality, tanka, thanksgiving, tradition, turkey, 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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