Environmental poetry workshop

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I had the honor of facilitating 2 poetry workshops at NOVA in Seattle this week. The students were very engaged. I hope I get to come back there.

Here’s a poem from the environmental workshop a student created. The prompt was to write a poem about a walk in your environment. Thank you Harrison for sending this in. It really shows that you are watching.

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a plume of exhaust hits my face and fills my lungs
a burrito occupies a seat at the bus stop
plastic tumbleweeds roll down the street in the wind
people rush around me shoving their way through the crowd
wet clothing piled in a corner
the crunch of broken glass
and the squish of rotting fruit
a sick heaving man leans
unidentified stains on a wall
cars race as the light turns green
dirty water flows down the drain

-Harrison Kutz

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Desertado a las Ardillas

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Desertado a las Ardillas

Hoy me uno a los defectos y las ardillas
Viven en los árboles sin
permisos de construcción policías cárceles o impuestos
He visto amos casa del árbol y de todo corazón estar de acuerdo
Los árboles hacen mucho mejores fundaciones
Que el hormigón
Libre
Las ardillas saben cómo es la gente
Manténgase alejado de la mayoría de ellos
Al menos longitud de los brazos
Muchos matará usted come usted ejecuta sobre
Sólo unos pocos en toda la vida
Saluda y compartir cacahuetes
Libre
Al igual que plantamos los bosques
No follando Weyerhaeuser
Las ardillas se ocupan de la familia
Adoptar unos a otros bebés
Comunicarse con los cielos
Busque a alta alertar al bosque
Los depredadores están llegando
Tormenta de fuego Humo
Ardillas ven el mundo y hablan
Plan para el sustento futuro
Semillas de dispersión
Chatter y azotar sus colas alrededor
Sí que soy yo
Desertado a las ardillas
Libre

© 2015 H.M. Reg. Elena Maria D’Wa y Laniana

Translated from English to Spanish by Google translate

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Defected to The Squirrels

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Defected to The Squirrels

Today I defect and join the squirrels
They inhabit trees with no building permits cops jails or taxes
I have seen treehouse masters and wholeheartedly agree
Trees make much better foundations than concrete
Free
The squirrels know how people are
Stay away from most of them
At least arms length
Many will kill you eat you run you over
Only a few in a lifetime say hi
Hang out and share peanuts
Free
Like we plant the forests
Not arbor day or Weyerhauser
Squirrels take care of family
Adopt each other babies
Communicate with the heavens
Look up out high and warn the forest
Predators are coming
Smoke fire storm
Squirrels see the world and speak
Plan for the future keep
Scatter seed
Chatter and whip their tails around
Yep that’s me
Defected to the squirrels
Free

© 2015 H.M. Reg. Elena Maria D’Wa y Laniana

MLK tribute – Poetry and art by Bob McNeil

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Today I have the pleasure of sharing both the poetry and art of Bob McNeil. His creations pay such a great tribute to the memory Dr. King. 

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Bob McNeil

Reverend King

Reverend,
Your words are elixirs, 
Compassion-enlivened mixtures, 
Laboring to emancipate heads 
From their hatred. 

May each person love 
As well as you.
May each person love 
As well as you.

Reverend,
Your visions, 
Those mountain-thriven dreams,
Gleen compassionately
As Heaven’s unsegregated denizens.

May each person love 
As well as you.
May each person love 
As well as you.

Reverend,
Your Lord Book existence
Has chapters for generations
To comprehend the mending
Greatness of allegiance. 

May each person love 
As well as you.
May each person love 
As well as you.

by Bob McNeil
Copyright 2014

About the poet and artist

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Bob McNeil was influenced by the Imagists and Negritude Movement.   Furthermore, even after years of being a professional illustrator, spoken word artist and writer, he still hopes to express and address the needs of the human mosaic.

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Poetry from Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra

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Today we have three soul searching poems from Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra.

Road to Revolution

I was on the road to revolution; when I met-
The childless mother beating her chest in sorrow, the widow shredding tears of solitude,
The motherless child crying for company, the father who had lost his son…

For the road to revolution is filled with people like them.
I was on the road to revolution; when I met-
The poor, the diseased, the wretched, all in a serpentine queue;

Everybody doing their bit, pushing forward-resisting…
The road to revolution-a road of perdition for those walking on it,
Smoke, bullets and bombs find place with burnt pages of poems;

Yet why do young boys and girls tread on such roads? The answer is yet to come…
An old man came up to me, “Why, you look just like my boy,
May god bless his soul!!” His last words hit me hard;

Why remain a spectator? Why not join the queue…
I was on the same road now- fighting, resisting, and again fighting for change!
I saw scores of people joining the fight, but we’re still apprehensive.

The Lighthouse

The sail caught the wind; as did the hull catch the tide,
Piercing the darkness, shimmered the feeble light,
A constant companion in the dark…
Wooing ships and sailors alike,
The lighthouse, keeping its forlorn promise;
Providing a sweet haven of hope, in the entrails of the devastating abyss…

Closer to the shore, the hope gets stronger,
Irrefutable to die, the sailor thinks, “A little longer…”
The scales of the dead fish, brought to immediate life,
Their shining eyes reminiscing the long lost strife…
The lighthouse, keeping its forlorn promise;
Providing a sweet haven of hope, in the entrails of the devastating abyss…

Sunshine
She smiled like the sun, warm and bright-
Ushering her brightness all around her; like the winter sun-light…
Many would give their hearts for her, for she was beautiful,
But she pretty, too pretty in fact to fall for them-
Someone misinterpreted her to be egoistic;
Made her the cause for him being pessimistic…
Spewed acid all over her face,
Beauty that once was, now lay all in waste;
A few months in the white room could not repair her beauty lest her resilience …
She hated herself, could take no more,
Beautiful thoughts metamorphosing into gore,
The following morn’ people found her dead, with body intact but her face cut;
Her warm smile forever shut.
She smiled like the sun, warm and bright-
Ushering her brightness all around her; like an ever spreading light…

©Copyright Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra

Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra, is currently pursuing his graduation from Haldia Institute of Technology in Electronics and Communication Engg. Writing is his passion generally short stories, novellas, poems and scripts. While we all travel through the tapestry of time, he just takes a look at his surroundings and writes his heart out!

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Poetry from His-Panico

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I’d like to introduce you to an inspiring poet today, Alejandro A. Tavira aka His-Panico.

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Here’s some more information on our featured poet.

Bio: My name is Alejandro A. Tavira and I’m a Community Health Advocate for Pierce County, and has been volunteering and working for Sea Mar Community Health Centers since 2004. I was raised and live in the great Northwest city Tacoma, WA. Aside from my career, I am a spoken word poet under the pseudonym, His-Panico. 

Overall I hope my spoken word and music that I create will cause someone to laugh, smile or be inspired.
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More poetry from His-Panico can also be found on his YouTube channel, instagram, and tumblr
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lf_uuGW-UVE&list=UUmVK93IZAa0xTqklGdQvr6w

http://instagram.com/his_panico/

http://his-panico.tumblr.com/

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Pike Duran Poems

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Today we have four beautiful poems from Pike Duran. Enjoy!

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Pike Duran is a world traveler, sailor, spiritual warrior-poet who lives in Seattle WA

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