childhood memories of war, re-posted from September 2016

Originally posted on SOMETIMES:
Perhaps the most vivid memories of nursery tales were not of bunnies or bantering fairies…but of War and its aftermath.     We here in the United States did not suffer the horrors that children in other countries did, the bombings and air raids and worse.   But such accounts were very much vicariously present.    And directly following the Hot War followed the Cold War, with its… Continue reading childhood memories of war, re-posted from September 2016

The tyranny of fear, reblogged from “420 ways to reach the sun.”

(Here is a new-to-me site I found yesterday. I really like the site, theme and layout, and especially the content. This article on the inconsistencies and idiocracies of politics and the “will of people.”   I really relate to what the author says., and the way in which she writes. I have written elsewhere about my personal experience with fear and sanitation of war back in … Continue reading The tyranny of fear, reblogged from “420 ways to reach the sun.”

Death is late…Re-blogged from writer George Agak’s site, Sliver of Darkness.

Originally posted on Sliver of Darkness:
I will write a letter and toss it in the wind Or strip your hammock and toss in the river I might be dead when they reach you Nothing has changed Yet nothing has remained the same The gods have been vexed All this time they’ve held rain Grass still grows Watered by endless flow of blood The valley… Continue reading Death is late…Re-blogged from writer George Agak’s site, Sliver of Darkness.

childhood memories of war

Perhaps the most vivid memories of nursery tales were not of bunnies or bantering fairies…but of War and its aftermath.     We here in the United States did not suffer the horrors that children in other countries did, the bombings and air raids and worse.   But such accounts were very much vicariously present.    And directly following the Hot War followed the Cold War, with its insidious psychological terror. I … Continue reading childhood memories of war

If Only This Had Been A Rare Face, Re-blogged from “Weirdly Wired.”

Originally posted on Erratic Expeditions:
As Mediterranean waves evaded a violent shore, A frail face lay in peace, at the confluence of war. Birds swam seeking refuge in boatloads, A few sank, like an island full of toads. Terror, tears, shock, and blank concern, How did the world allow its people to burn? Passionate vows, pious pleas overflew worldwide, An audacious hope of morality bona fide. Sadly,… Continue reading If Only This Had Been A Rare Face, Re-blogged from “Weirdly Wired.”

The Wannabes Want War …why IS that?

[This is a poem that was published here last month, and I am re-writing it and re-posting it again today.  The original title was A Word to the Not-so-wise.  I have altered the original content and inserted line breaks and punctuation.   The made-up word “Wannabes” refers to the bevy of candidates who want-to-be the next President of the United States.] The Wannabes want war, but see … Continue reading The Wannabes Want War …why IS that?