Lucy and Cinnamon…a Chickmas poem

Lucy is getting ready for the Chickmas Poetry Reading and Cinnamon is humming the appropriate tune in the background, so you get the full effect of Lucy’s words. Cinnamon was going to play her saxophone but even with the mike, Lucy couldn’t chirp loud enough to be heard over the music, so they decided Cinnamon would hum instead.

 

Chickmas time

everyone tells me that Chickmas Time
is a very special season
a time when humans are happier
when they are kinder
when they get together
and exchange gifts
a time when they kill and eat pigs
who are beautiful and sweet animals
a time to send cards
a time to spread joy and love
(except to the pigs, of course)
a time to decorate their houses
and bake cookies

the thing is
that’s what it’s like at The Coop
almost every single day
except we love our pig friends
and would never kill or eat them
because, as I said, we love them
and we would never eat living beings
not even humans
because chicklets extend love to everyone
not just certain ones

humans shouldn’t sing joy to the world
they should sing joy to certain beings and then name them
that would be more honest
because they seem to have little regard for anyone but themselves
and even then they are on shaky ground

so during this season of parties and laughter
we chicklets will be celebrating all life
and the only wish we have
it’s the same every year
is that humans will stop killing and torturing us

Merry Chickmas to all
and unlike humans
WE really mean all

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by hitandrun1964

 

What if…

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Kinshasa, RD Congo

What if…all the soldiers in the world were to have dinner with those they were fighting against, on December 25th.  A dinner where they would share food, pictures of their families and tell stories about the places they lived.  If they could eat together and laugh together, would they still be able to kill each other the next day?

War is about killing strangers.  If soldiers became friends would war be possible?

 

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by hitandrun1964

This is what Peace and Love look like

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This is what peace and love LOOK like. How can we turn a child into a killer? What does it take to do that? It takes greed, it takes rich men, it takes hatred and power, it takes GOVERNMENT and institutions, and culture and training to turn a child into a killer. It takes lies and propaganda and brainwashing and conditioning to turn a child into a killer. That’s what it takes. That’s what we do.

 

by hitandrun1964

What a beautiful world it could be…

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Isn’t it amazing how beautiful livings beings are?  We could concentrate on that, on how we are surrounded by amazing things.  We could make sure that all living things are cared for and protected.  Make sure they have what they need.  We can stop taking their habitats, poisoning their food and water.  We can be be careful and polite.  Gorgeous landscapes, birds, animals, all sorts of beings are everywhere (everywhere we haven’t destroyed).  But instead, we barely see the things around us, more so than ever with our eyes locked onto one screen or another.  And as the beauty of our world passes ever farther into the background, as it disappears forever, we hardly notice. I think there’s something really wrong with that.  I think there’s something really wrong with us.

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by hitandrun1964

The City Of Love

Over the last 48 hours the city of love, Paris, was turned into the city of pain and sorrow, uncertainty, maybe fear and terror. It feels like watching a Bond movie. But it’s terribly real. In times like this it’s difficult to grasp what has happened. I’m sure that there are many posts out there about this at the moment. Honestly, I did not check my Reader just yet. I want to keep my mind free of everyone else’s thoughts. This time I don’t need any inspiration from the outside.

What happened in Paris should make us think once more. We get forced into no longer feeling free or safe in our own country, we are forced into worrying when we go out. We are forced into fighting back, maybe officially starting a war, which then feeds the ones that want to hurt us.

It makes you think: We fight terror with terror. Which, frankly, seems the only way to stay on top of it, or better keep up with it. But is it really? Is it really the case that people want to kill? Is it really the case that people want to live in constant terror?

I think it’s not.


No normal person wants to live in constant fear. No normal person wants to go to war, wants to kill. No normal person wants to see their child go to war or get killed. No one! We all know that there are some pretty strange people out there who use everything they can for their cause. Religion is probably on top of the list of tools to use to easily manipulate masses. And it’s a pretty damn strong tool. It can be bent and stretched in all sort of directions, it can be defined in a way that suits every one and every cause. And it gets people to listen.

It should make us act.

By acting I’m not talking about stepping up and use firearms and bombs. It’s time to stop! Stop the wars, stop the terror. Not with violence. Violence just leads to more violence. We need to change. We need to stop hating. It’s long overdue.

We need to stop hating what we don’t understand. We need to stop following blindly what we are told. We need to start questioning and making up our mind. We need to keep being kind.

While I type the last paragraph there’s so much pain and sorrow and fear inside of me. And I hate how much this got to me. How much it does to me. As there are doubts. Dangerous doubts. What if we can’t keep being kind? What if we are forced to follow? What if will no longer be free to make up our mind, to take decisions and question?

How can we conquer terror without using force?

It makes me sad and angry that we seem to get pushed into this corner where the only chances to get out seems to be shooting ourselves out. It makes me sad that I have doubts that there will be a peaceful way out of this. But deep inside I’m angry. And I want to protect what I have and what I cherish. I want my kids to grow up in a sorrow free world, in a world where they can do what they like to do, talk about what they want to talk about, wear what they want to wear. In a world where they can be free.

I don’t want them to live in fear. I want them to see the beauty of this world. I want them to be happy.

Where are we heading? How can it be that we can no longer feel safe when head out the house although we don’t live in a war zone?

I so want to stay positive. I so want to keep seeing the beauty. I so want to believe that we can change this all. I so want to believe that we can still be kind to each other and that we can still trust our neighbor. I so want to believe that this world is a good world. I do…

When you look at Facebook today, then the French flag is everywhere. There seems to be a huge support for the France, Paris, the victims and their family. It’s a stand against those who initiated it. And although it seems like there’s a massive amount of people standing up against terror in this quiet way, I wonder what it will actually do to the ones that simply don’t care. I’m pretty sure that most of the Facebook users that changed their profile picture in a Paris related way have the same worries and thoughts that I do. And it’s sad to say that the terrorists successfully planted that seed of fear into our society.

I don’t want that fear to grow bigger. I don’t want to allow it to take over like weeds take over in a garden if you let them. Seeing the French colors everywhere is a sign. A sign that we are not willing to give up. That we stand behind the victims. That the western world sticks together. We are not ready to give up the good live we have. We are not ready to give up our freedom. We are not ready to give up love and peace and being kind.

I’m not giving up!

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Whisper to Me

tell me about the quiet people
the good deeds gone unnoticed
I’m drowning in political hubris
smothered in bloodshed
tell me about the do-gooders
the selfless, help me shed
this perpetual bombardment
of negativity and hate
jealousy and rage
tell me about kindness
about gentle spirits
help me dig out from under
this pile of sensationalism
so I can see that beauty survives
tell me about the workers,
creators, inventors
I’m torn down by destruction
worn down by erosion
show me the sun and moon
the stars twinkling hope
whisper to me of love

 

He swore he never hurt his child…

He swore he never hurt his child

though his wife did drive him to drink

to cope with her inadequacies

and lying ways

He swore he never hurt his child

when he threw the dinner dishes in her face

after another ruined meal

he made sure the kid wasn’t hit

He swore he never hurt his child

he was too young to understand

couldn’t know the meaning

when he called his mom a lying whore

He swore he never hurt his child

it wasn’t his fault his wife was no good

and couldn’t be trusted

she brought it on herself

He swore he never hurt his child

he never saw the things he forced her to do at night

though he may of heard

his mother’s cries and screams

He swore he never hurt his child

the bruises, broken bones and cigarette burns

were what she had coming to her

she forced his hand

He swore he never hurt his child

he only made frequent ER visits

with his good for nothing mother

she wasn’t hurt that bad anyway

He swore he never hurt his child

though he confessed

to teaching his wife a lesson, a time or two

he never meant to kill her

He swore he never hurt his child

and while he never laid a hand on him

scars were left, just the same

and his child’s life is forever changed

~Melanie Thomason

*October is National Domestic Abuse Awareness Month.   While the above is not based on my life it is most assuredly not fiction.   Women are not the only victims of their abusers, their children also suffer.

Wordifull Melanie

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Think about it…

we
have
to
make
room
in
our
hearts
for
everything
that
lives
on
this
planet

 

humans
do
not
own
the
earth

 

the
species
who
SHARE
this
planet
with
us
do
NOT
belong
to
us
they
are
not
ours
to
do
with
as
we
please

 

is
this
what
we
are
or
simply
what
we
have
become

 

is
this
what
we
were
programmed
to
be

 

the
killers
and
destroyers
of
all
life
and
beauty

 

the
wars
never
end

 

wars
against
each
other
against
nature
against
ourselves

 

why

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All We’ve Forgotten

We forget the essentials
As we pretend that gratitude
Is a new way to live our life
We forget substance
We forget joy
We forget how it feels
To feel
We numb our minds from the pain
Of a thousand knives and bullets
Aimed at someone else
Our hearts forget to beat
For those we’ve forgotten

We forget the land
We forget the land can heal us
We forget authenticity
We forget to worry about
Monsters under the bed
They reside in our head
We forget to imagine
We forget to look…
For anything
We wait for it…
To load, begin the show
As we deprive ourselves from accomplishment

We forget possibilities
Woven, sewn or whittled
From nothing but a dream
We forget how to knock on a door
We forget what friends are for
We forget that hope is not just a word
Or a bird or another tattoo
For some it is all there is
We forget why we’re here
We forget to care
We forget how it feels to care
About all we’ve forgotten

all we've forgotten

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