Time for our world to befriend each other.
Time for our world to befriend each other. (I apology to Greenland, Cuba and Canada. The USA people respect you. USA is still a good place. Ugly and cold leaders will die and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Activism and Peace Work
Imagine there is no war. Powerful song.
1- Dear child The world weeps blood.Whole world blinded by hate and separation.Who will tell the child?He was born with no chance or opportunity.Born to learn to survive daily.Living in refugees’ camps. Unwanted… Continue reading
If I had magic.
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
Riders on the storm, we are. Old thoughts, same world.
Riders on the storm… “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts. Mad men killing and I don’t understand.15-year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was killed. A mother,… Continue reading
The illusion. My Ojibwa prayer.
THE ILLUSION. I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading
We don’t want to fight no-more. And a needed song by dear Tallulah Rendall.
We don’t want to fight no-more. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading
If you do not stand for peace. You are supporting war. A powerful song by Talulah.
(Do you want your child to die for old rich men wars. If you don’t stand for peace. You accepted war.) We don’t want war, we don’t want war no-more, Please God of… Continue reading
Blood in, Blood out. Every life had value.
Blood in, Blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry An eye for an eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my friend?”… Continue reading
I am waiting by the willow tree. And a wonderful song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-six.) I am waiting by the willow tree. An old place near the Clinton River, old willow trees reaching for the sky and the river. It… Continue reading
For the days of Spring. The circle dance.
The circle dance. I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. The leader called to the people; the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading