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Tag Archives: whiskey
coffee, chocolate & ice cream
coffee, chocolate & ice cream replaced cocaine, liquor and nicotine I won’t pass that way again I don’t need those kinds of friends now I’ve got 3 dogs that I walk each day they’re my goddesses, it’s how I … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, blues, capitalism, chocolate, church, coffee, collateral damage, death, democracy, depression, dogs, dreams, empire, farm, farming, farms, god, happiness, hawaii, healing, hope, human rights, humanity, life, love, nature, poem, Poetry, rain, religion, stars, suicide, taxes, tears, time, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, american dream, Beer, coffee, collateral damage, death, democracy, dogs, dreams, empire, farming, happiness, hawaii, iraq, life, love, music, Peace, poem, poetry, suicide, violence, war, war tax resistance, whiskey, writing
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Daily Memories
so, it’s Memorial Day sales again and I remember when Cub Scout packs would take up the back of the parade and families would struggle to find shade along Main Street in late May with temperatures rising we shuffled our … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, addiction, Afghanistan, alcohol, america, american dream, anxiety, beer, bigotry, blood, capitalism, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, education, Edward Bernays, empire, family, fear, freedom, guilt, hate, hatred, heroes, history, hope, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, ignorance, imagine, Iraq, justice, Korea, Liberty, life, love, media, Memorial Day, memories, peace, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, solidarity, suicide, truth, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, whiskey, wine, working class, world war one, world war two, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, anxiety, Beer, bigotry, bread and circuses, CNN, collateral damage, death, democracy, depression, dreams, Edward Bernays, empire, FOX, freedom, humanity, ignorance, iraq, justice, love, Memorial Day, memories, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, racism, suicide, truth, veterans, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, whiskey, World War One, World War Two
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Jordan River Blues
I’ve got the Jordan River blues they’ve got me on the news, I’m drowning. Rivers of blood flowing carloads of tourists going wine-tasting and manger praying eating stolen olives we’re black sheep grazing too far out while I’m walking on … Continue reading
Posted in apartheid, Bethlehem, bible, bigotry, blood, collateral damage, death, dreams, Galilee, Gaza, hate, humanity, ignorance, Jesus, palestine, peace, poem, Poetry, racism, truth, violence, war, whiskey, wine
Tagged Apartheid, BDS, Bethlehem, bible, blood, bread and circuses, broken heart, brothers, CNN, collateral damage, death, depression, dreams, empire, family, freedom, Galilee, Gaza, greed, hate, history, humanity, ignorance, Jesus, occupy, palestine, Peace, poem, poetry, racism, suicide, Tiberius, truth, war, whiskey, wine
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Skyping Emma In The Berkshires
I miss simple days like when we were Skyping with Emma in the Berkshires, over watermelon and hookah in the shadows of the Baha’i temple in the old German Colony in that Mediterranean port city, mixed more than most today, … Continue reading
Posted in Berkshires, cafe, Haifa, hookah, Israel, lemonade, Mediterranean, palestine, poem, Poetry, skype, watermelon, whiskey
Tagged Berkshires, cafe, Haifa, hookah, Israel, lemonade, Mediterranean, palestine, poem, poetry, skype, watermelon, whiskey
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Johnny’s All Done Marching
(With a few lines from the patriotic WW1 song “Over There” written by George M. Cohan in April 1917. Americans believed at that time that the war would be short and the song reflected that expectation) Johnny’s out of luck … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, american dream, beer, broken heart, collateral damage, death, dreams, Iraq, poem, Poetry, suicide, war, whiskey, working class, WW1
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, Beer, broken heart, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, iraq, poem, poetry, suicide, war, whiskey, WW1
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Goodbye for the last time…
I finally said goodbye for the last time in a dream I had last night, then she smiled as she walked away and I knew she was happy and I felt love and I knew it was all going to be … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, broken heart, conversation, death, dreams, hawaii, healing, hell, humanity, kurt vonnegut, life, love, Poetry, soul, suicide, tears, universe, veterans for peace, war, whiskey
Tagged addiction, America, american dream, broken heart, death, dreams, hawaii, healing, hell, humanity, kurt vonnegut, life, love, Peace, poetry, soul, suicide, tears, universe, war, whiskey
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Hero
He was broken from his glory days; the whiskey wasn’t working anymore. There was no way he’d ever change his ways; he drove back over to the liquor store. The devil had been on his mind again; he fought the … Continue reading
rain
July 2013 rain Last night I dreamt that I was lying in bed next to you listening to the rain pouring down. Making love, then just lying there. All day. Just listening to the rain hitting the palm fronds all … Continue reading
After Harvest
With the leaves fading from lush green into autumn art before they die and get raked and rot and return to the earth I cry for springtime for winter and for last fall when in that cool, crisp air I … Continue reading
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Tagged broken heart, deer, fall, farms, harvest, honey crisp apples, hunting season, love, poetry, snow, soul, tears, whiskey
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