In your laughter
I can hear
your tears.
poem- fight for rights #Iwillholdtheline August 29, 2014
I will fight for what’s right.
I will demand my government obeys the law.
I will fight for what’s right.
I will stand in defence of contracts illegally torn.
I will fight for what’s right.
I will not blink when it threatens
I will fight for what’s right.
I will shout about injustice and lies
I will fight for what’s right.
I will shame them before the world.
I will fight for what’s right.
I will hold the line.
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Our British Columbia government illegally tore up our contracts in 2002 when our current premier was Minister of Education. We have fought for the last 12 years against this injustice. Two provincial Supreme Court decisions ruled against the government, stating that they violated the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. The decision demanded the government reimburse us for what they took away. As well, the United Nation’s International Labour Organization ruled against their flouting of treaties and international agreements. We are on strike because a government that acts illegally must be held to account.
The most recent Supreme Court ruling was in February, 2014. You can read the ruling here. You will see constant references to how the government bargained in bad faith, provoked strikes, and acted illegally. They are still behaving the same way, so we are fighting to preserve fair bargaining for all working people, because if they destroy us, they will destroy every union in the province. You should care about this. You should care a lot.
poem- heard
Her words
weren’t heard
His dreams
were empty screams
Her wishes
were lost in riches
His sight
was bathed in light
Her trials
left her reviled
His loneliness
was his holiness
Their relationship
let sensations slip
They tightly gripped
their well-worn scripts.
poem-irony August 27, 2014
In the US,
Girl,
nine,
accidentally
kills her
shooting instructor
with an uzi.
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In the US,
Kinder eggs
are illegal.
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poem- middle August 26, 2014
For centuries
you were either rich or poor.
You had lots of power or none.
Until the merchant class
developed.
They educated their children,
and the middle class
evolved.
Now a minuscule percent of the population
holds the majority of the wealth, and the middle class
is crumbling.
The rich fight to grab
more and more wealth,
more and more power.
They fight to destroy
public education
and the health system
with elitist ideas about
who deserves what.
Sharing is better
than hoarding.
Spreading wealth
makes society better for all.
Teach everyone.
Heal everyone.
Crime goes down.
Life improves for everyone.
The feudal system
is futile.
poem- once more August 24, 2014
If I could
see you once again
I’d hold you tightly,
memorize the sensation
of your arms,
inhale the scent of your hair,
squeeze my love into your bones,
and pray the moment
does not end.
poem- love is August 23, 2014
You are riding 140 km
on your bicycle this morning.
Upon your return
I have promised to have
fresh baked oatmeal raisin cookies
waiting for you.
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How’s this for timing? Hubby comes up the stairs, stumbling a bit after pedalling 142.5 km, just as I pulled the first cookie sheet out of the oven. He was a happy man.
poem-squirrel rant
That squirrel
is ranting like a
furious squeaky toy.
Ten minutes of
castigating harangue
from the willow tree
and no audience but me.
Sometimes
it’s not about a solution;
it’s just about
being heard.
poem-shapely August 22, 2014
I was a line
a squiggly line
a wiggly line
that grew
and grew
into a sphere:
a bubble floating
a tire rolling
I bent elliptically
under pressure,
curves contained
in shapely strain.
poem- disappear August 21, 2014
.
I want to
disappear
into tomorrow
to explore
Imaginary
corridors across
your incendiary
borders
into
somewhere better
than your
artificial
reality.
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In response to the Monday Meme photo prompt
Shawn L. Bird 