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Tag 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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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
Squealing For More
If you curse the name Donald Trump but have never heard the names William Kristol or Robert Kagan I suggest you begin to read what was written by these men and signed by the who’s who of DC’s neoconservative crew, … Continue reading
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Tagged America, capitalism, haiku, militarism, poem, Poetry, tanka, Wall Street, Words, writing
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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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Comfort
Sending Comfort to Venezuelan refugees not the millions we’ve long been creating every- where we please. Why do we send hospital ships there but bombs to Doctors Without Borders everywhere as if the sun’s glare makes the Red Crescents look … Continue reading
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Tagged capitalism, coups, haiku, poem, Poetry, tanka, violence, war, writing
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Supremacy White
The red, white, & blue is still killing black & brown to keep Wall Street green and supremacy white. How do we sleep so well at night?
And The Ocean Would Stand Still
Some days I wish the moon would disappear and night would bring a darkness unseen and the ocean would stand still as glass and the stars, the whole universe would be right there floating on the water, so close that … Continue reading
I Shrug
Sometimes I’m walking around the farm and I feel something touch my arm and I look back and see a spiderweb destroyed by me and, having destroyed something so beautiful something so incredible having destroyed so much hard work so … Continue reading
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