Poem: Artificial Flavor NaPoWriMo #11 Easter Cookies

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Hey, let’s celebrate
Pass the potassium … sorbate
Beyond butter and sugar too
Fill up on 5 yellow, and lake 1 blue
Everything’s celebrated with
Soy oil that’s hydrogenated
Wax of caranuba
Oil of cottonseed
Thiamine
Lecithin
And Dextin indeed!
Cocoa processed with alkali
Corn syrup
Cornstarch
My oh my!
Wait, what’s the connection
To the resurrection
Enriched flour
Spring flower
Red 3, Red 40, Yellow 5 and 6
New lambs and ducklings
And little baby chicks
Fall forward
Spring back
How do cookies
Fill the lack?
The final touch
plastic
Wow
Now they look fantastic
Ready to savor
Artificial flavor
 
 
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Poem: Ouch NaPoWriMo #10

running-498257_1920feet pounding
sweat dripping
 
muscles aching
back screeching
 
saying something
 
 
 
 
About the poem:
Lately, I’ve been talking with lots of clients who are exercising so vigorously that they are reporting back spasms, hip injuries and foot pain. They can’t seem to stop. Bizarroworld where exercise causes pain, and yet is addictive. Tricky!
I’m remembering watching the movie Goshen about the Tarahumara Indians that run long distances with a very upright and light posture, often smiling.
Is it just Americans, or humans, that seem to find a way to overdo just about anything.
 
About the poet:
Joan Gregerson is a Wellness Coach & Eco-Nut. She is hosting a 3-day retreat in August, Nourish! and helps people overcome struggles with food through an online course and community program called Food Freedom Naturally.
 
 
 

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Poem: Not War NaPoWriMo #09

I’m calling to ask, Are we at war?

No, if we were, Congress would have had to approve it.
And it didn’t.

But what about the 59 bombs?

Well, remember O-bomb-a…
We weren’t at war then.
We’re not at war now.

I didn’t agree then.
I don’t agree now.
How is sending Tomahawk missiles into a country not war?

They were just targeted strikes.

But how is that different from war?

Because Congress didn’t declare war.
Mam, do you have a comment for your representative?

Hmmm
Please tell her,
I’m against war
I’m against calling war “not war”
I’m against killing for any reason
I’m against war
And everything you say it’s not
Don’t kill in my name
Don’t support killing in my name
Tell my representative
To represent
 
 
 


About the poem:
The day after the bombing, I received a text from DailyAction.org. It suggested, call your representative and ask, Are we at war? So, I did.
And though my response was not as articulate as above, the lecture from the representative’s staff was clear. It’s not war, because we didn’t authorize it. If we had authorized it, it would be war.
My head hurts. My heart breaks.
Please study the War Powers of the United States and explain to me how this is not war.
https://www.loc.gov/law/help/war-powers.php

Poem: Gaps and Overlaps NaPoWriMo #08 Haiku

Gaps and overlaps
Trying, prying, and crying
Committee meetings
 
 
About the poem:
I do love working with my neighborhood green team. But it’s actually comical to throw a bunch of people together, to work on things they’ve never done before, with everyone feeling enthusiastic, but often misunderstood! (ok, there wasn’t actually any crying!)
It’s inevitable that communication is rocky sometimes. Humor helps!
 

Poem: 59 More NaPoWriMo #07

12,192 bombs were not enough last year
We just sent 59 more
More war
While refugees running to our arms
Crash into
A closed door
A killing machine
Cannot teach life
59 more
More war
 


About the poem:
I am grieving of the news that the US bombed Syria in an escalation of the existing conflict, bringing us further into what must be called war. I remember when we went to war with Iraq. I was talking with my mom and I said, Well, I guess some good may come of it. And she said emphatically, No, it won’t. It never does. I agree with her now.
I do not believe that violence solves violence. I may be wrong.  But, I believe in what Martin Luther King said:

I am not unmindful of the fact that violence often brings about momentary results. Nations have frequently won their independence in battle. But in spite of temporary victories, violence never brings permanent peace. It solves no social problem: it merely creates new and more complicated ones. Violence is impractical because it is a descending spiral ending in destruction for all. It is immoral because it seeks to humiliate the opponent rather than win his understanding: it seeks to annihilate rather than convert. Violence is immoral because it thrives on hatred rather than love. It destroys community and makes brotherhood impossible. It leaves society in monologue rather than dialogue. Violence ends up defeating itself. It creates bitterness in the survivors and brutality in the destroyers.

Martin Luther King, Jr. Nobel Peace Price Lecture, 1964
http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/1964/king-lecture.html

Donald Trump launches 59 missiles in US strike after Syria chemical attack

https://www.theguardian.com/world/live/2017/apr/07/us-syria-response-donald-trump-assad-pentagon-live?page=with:block-58e6f704e4b05b487c0e006e
How Many Bombs Did the United States Drop in 2016?
Council on Foreign Relations, January 2017
http://blogs.cfr.org/zenko/2017/01/05/bombs-dropped-in-2016/

Poem: A Tiny Wooden Table NaPoWriMo #06

A tiny wooden table
With a crocheted doily
That fit the round top
I took it home
After she died
I thought it would comfort me
When I cried

The book ends
From the petrified forest
Might have kept me grounded
When I swayed

But they didn’t
Nothing did
No thing did

Tropical bird
On exotic flowers
The gold framed painting
Had no magical powers

But
I didn’t sway
I didn’t cry
Because
Nothing changed
Love doesn’t die
 
About the poem:
After watching the movie, “Minimalism” on Netflix, it helped motivate me to reassess what I really need.
I kept hearing these other voices in my head, “You really should have something of your mother’s. You really should have something of your father’s.”
Indeed I do. 23 chromosones from each and a heart filled with love.
Goodwill can have the stuff. I’ll get it later if I ever need a table, a doily, book ends or a painting.
For now, I have what I need.
 
“We as a culture have lost our minds.” – Minimalism Movie
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Co1Iptd4p4]
About the poet:
Joan Gregerson has dabbled in Minimalism for quite awhile. From traveling by bicycle for 6 months in New Zealand and Australia, to traveling in Latin America with hubby, kids and backpacks, to living in studio apartment in South Korea, minimalism is liberation from the chains of accumulaconsumerism that threatens to swallow us whole. Joan is the host of the Nourish! Retreat in Grand Lake in August 2017Nourish! Retreat in Grand Lake in August 2017 and the creator of the program Food Freedom NaturallyFood Freedom Naturally.

Poem: More than Enough #NaPoWriMo 05

The unease was gnawing
The disarray was growing
The sink full of dishes
The counter full of stuff
I could see my problem
Was “more than enough”
I flung open the cupboards
And wildly emptied them all
And made each item beg for it’s place
The unconvincing ones were tossed in a pile
Extra cheese graters
Unneeded mugs
Excavating from the depths
Plastic containers shoved in a heap
Saved for someday
Too many to keep
This flinging and cursing
So exhilarating
Propelled me
On to the next room


About the poem:
Compared to many Americans, I live a modest lifestyle. The fact that I live in a studio apartment and have nothing stored elsewhere, means that I automatically limit the amount of stuff I have.
Even so, it’s easy to accumulate bit by bit, without realizing it until I finally just feel a strange discomfort. It often appears as not being able to keep my place clean!
After watching the movie, “Minimalism” on Netflix, it helped motivate me to reassess what I really need.
“We as a culture have lost our minds.” – Minimalism Movie
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Co1Iptd4p4]
 
About the poet:
Joan Gregerson has dabbled in Minimalism for quite awhile. From traveling by bicycle for 6 months in New Zealand and Australia, to traveling in Latin America with hubby, kids and backpacks, to living in studio apartment in South Korea, minimalism is liberation from the chains of accumulaconsumerism that threatens to swallow us whole. Joan is the host of the Nourish! Retreat in Grand Lake in August 2017Nourish! Retreat in Grand Lake in August 2017 and the creator of the program Food Freedom NaturallyFood Freedom Naturally.
 

Poem: April 4 NaPoWriMo #04 "1984" Film

 

April 4

What does it matter to you if war is real.

As long as it’s continuous, your future it will steal

Why ask if Big Brother exists

Instead, you must prove that you do.

The end is power, and torture and persecution

This only means perpetuation

When the Department of Peace carries out war

Gravity is not a law anymore

The science and beauty of language undone

With organized hatred

The transformation is won

History has no room for you

You unexist

But even if I am the last man

If I am awake

And I can remember to feel

I may not be mad

Just a minority of one

 
 
About the poem:
As did many today, I watched the film “1984”. Today was chosen because the character played by John Hurt (Winston Smith), wrote in his journal in the opening scene, “April 4, 1984”.
When I was watching the movie, I was not as moved as I’d expected. But afterwards, as I considered it more, it haunted me. So much to think about and talk about! If you’ve watched it, let’s get coffee and hash it out!
I highly recommend it. Ideas about war, power and torture]. Oh man. There’s some heavy sh!t here, that will get you thinking.
And the fact that the book was written in 1948, 70 years ago, makes it all the more powerful given our current untruthiness era.
I’m also pondering “Power is not a means. It’s an end.” That answers the nagging question I have about why do people who have so much power and money, always want more?
 
Check out some of the quotes from the movie:

(Reading from Goldstein’s book)
It does not matter if the war is not real, or when it is, that victory is not possible. The war is not meant to be won. It is meant to be continuous.
The essential act of modern warfare is the destruction of the produce of human labor. A hierarchical society is only possible on the basis of poverty and ignorance. In principle, the war effort is always planned to keep society on the brink of starvation. The war is waged by the ruling group against its own subjects. And its object is not victory over Eurasia or Eastasia, but to keep the very structure of society intact.

Winston Smith: Does Big Brother even exist?
O’Brien: Of course he exists.
Winston Smith: No, I mean… does he exist like you or me?
O’Brien: You do not exist.
 
“Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power”
“War is peace. Freedom is slavery.  Ignorance is strength.”
 
The Law of Gravity is nonsense. No such law exists.
 
Winston Smith: I know you’ll fail. Something in this world… some spirit you will never overcome…
O’Brien: What is it, this principle?
Winston Smith: I don’t know. The spirit of man.
O’Brien: And do you consider yourself a man?
Winston Smith: Yes.
O’Brien: If you’re a man, Winston, you’re the last man. Your kind is extinct. We are the inheritors. Do you realize that you are alone? You are outside history. You unexist. Get up.
[Winston gets up and O’Brien shows him his reflection in a mirror. Winston is disheveled and beaten]
O’Brien: *That* is the last man. If you are human, *that* is humanity.
Power is not a means, it’s an end.
 
 
“Are you awake?
There is truth, and there is untruth.
To be in a minority of one doesn’t make you mad.”
 
 
 
About the Poet:
Joan Gregerson is the owner of Positive Energy Works, and author of Tuning In to Inner Peace. She is also the creator of Food Freedom Naturally and desperately wants people to realize that they are nature. Their true nature is nature.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Resources:
Teaching “1984”, New York Times (February 2017)
13 Quotes that Resonate More Than Ever, inktank
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Poem: Let It Snow NaPoWriMo #03

Bracing for a blizzard
But where did it go
Just a rainy drizzle
Lordy, let it snow
Blue sky and  sunshine again?
“Beautiful day?”
So you say.
Pillow over my head
I’m going back to bed
I have nowhere to go
I’m just waiting.
Lordy, let it snow
 
 
 
About the poem:
We didn’t get winter this year in Denver. Time and time again,r the forecasters called for a blizzard or at least a decent snow. But as it did yesterday morning, instead of snow, there was just a slight drizzle. And by 10 am the sky was blue and the sun was out.
My dad never cussed, but he did say “Lordy”. (Well, just once when he was under the car and something fell and bonked him on the head, he said “Damn!”. That was my dad.)
At the Climate Reality Project training, we heard from the Colorado Homeland Security director. He said that for the first time ever, Colorado had “red flag warnings” (fire danger due to high temperatures and dry conditions) in some parts of the state, while there were blizzard warnings in other parts. In fact, the fire season in Colorado has doubled from what it was in the 1970’s.
 
About the Poet:
Joan Gregerson is a Wellness Coach & Eco-Nut, and creator of the program Food Freedom Naturally. She is also a trained Climate Reality Leader (Denver, 2017.) She’s on a mission to get people to care for and protect the very planet that sustains us. We can’t be too busy for that.