Summer Breeze and the Campaign for Doctors Without Borders

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Our founder and mentor believed quite strongly in one cause and we have taken up the torch. We are proud to present a recording she made years ago which has been recently found with one other recording.
We lend our support to Doctors Without Borders and are cooking some pages for them in memory of Summer. Let the campaign begin!

The first thing we are doing is 205 pages on World history, music, and tours of 205 countries of the world. We have earned a link to this page and have placed a link to Doctors Without Borders on all pages in our efforts to get the word out, Summer Breeze’s word that this is one world and we are one people.

Malala Yousafzai Nobel prize speech

Malala Yousafzai Nobel prize speech

Malala Yousafzai’s entire Nobel prize speech

From the town of Mingora in the Swat District of Pakistan’s northwestern Khyber Pakhtunkhwa province, Malala Yousafzai went aginst the Taliban and was shot defending the right of young girls to have an education. We salute her award of the Nobel Peace Prize in 2014.
She ahares the prize with Kailash Satyarthi of India, an Indian a hero of campaigns to end child labor and free children from trafficking.
The Peace Prize was first given in 1901 and Malala is the youngest recipient. Because of the joint award to a person from India and Pakistan, Malala Yousafzai and Kailash Satyarthi are requesting that the leaders o0f both countries attend the award ceremony. “It is my humble request.”, said Malala.
She is a very humble and brave and worthy recipient who found out about the award in school.
Congratulations Malala Yousafzai. Bravo!

Rock creek always rolls to the sea

Rock creek always rolls to
the sea
and the water
rains down in the mountains
from the sea
and makes the creek
roar
in a cycle
the Mother’s cycle
the Father’s cycle
the sea
and our arms rise into the air
and our feet dance
the dance of the water
but the seas hear the roar
of bombs falling
on land
and the cries
of the forgotten children

So Rock Creek may stop
rolling to the sea
when we
refuse to weep

Inspired by Artvilla’s post here

Summer Breeze Sea Carnies Daisy Sidewinder


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Sea Carneys
Sea carnivals call to me, carnivals
carried by the wandering carney waves
to land and back
around the globe
trading bits of driftwood
seashells and jellyfish
with each other
glittering sunlight hiding surprises
crashing and splashing
driven by the moon and wind
tossing themselves at the world
with foamy glee
breaking up on the shore
tickling the toes of little children
lapping at the sides of pirate ships
always singing the songs of the waves.
They ignore the words of
fearful doldrums
warning words from those
holding tight to every drop
jealously guarding
every grain of salt and sand
warning the waves to come back
warning them to stay away from shores
where they’ll be broken to bits
and have to crawl back into the sea
in pieces becoming
the bagladies and hobos of the deep
scrounging for their lost bits
to recreate themselves.
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Stay here in the doldrums, they say,
where you’re safe
imprisoned in safety
so that you may live
to fear again.
But a wave, having crashed against a distant shore
doesn’t mind
recreating itself.

Sea Carnies By Daisy Sidewinder

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Poets For Peace by Frances H. Kakugawa

Poets for Peace

peace poets

Each time a poet

Puts pen to paper,

There is a sliver of hope

For Peace.

War and Peace: Shorter Version

Dept of Education

Dept of Veteran Affairs

Dept of Commerce

Dept of Energy.

Dept of Homeland Security.

Dept of Justice.

Dept of Transportation

Dept of Labor

Dept of Interior

Dept of Defense.

Peace, Peace.

Dept of Defense.

Peace!

 

 

In her words:
I’m a writer, poet, former teacher and caregiver and an advocate for the power of writing to help improve your life!

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Hope and Illusion, Last Dance Poem by Dandelion De La Rue

 

Hope and Illusion, Last Dance

The ghost of
my old lover
hummed a song to me today
at sunrise
memories of Hendrix;
we thought we were
experienced
dancing in the cold cold
streets of Boston
watching the dawn
two sprites dancing
at the bottom of the sea.

I watched the sunrise
alone
and thought of him.
We danced
because we thought
the worst was over
Aquarias was dawning
leaving money-hugging
power love
far away and
long ago
in the time before
in an unmourned past
.

We thought we saw
Quetzalcoatl
flying in from
Eastern skys
bringing peace
and art and flowers
bringing love.

Hope and Illusion
dancing together
watching sunrises
holding hands

Hands Poem

Hands make things
hands make everything
hands make our world better or worse
they can make bombs
they can make jelly
they can make jelly bombs
they can make you fat
thin
they can hurt you
and others
they can stroke the hair
from my scalp
and make me feel
special
they can play music
they can write poems

The Sky is Falling Poem

the sky is falling

…..the sky is falling…..
there are blue
chunks in my yard
pieces of clouds are
hanging
on the trees
like gossamer
like cotton sheets
blowing in the wind
and if I look really closely
I can see my mother
with clothes pins in her mouth

and she’s hanging these

clouds and she’s

smiling

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And Where Have You Been I Said

And where have you been
chasing rainbows or chasing
rain
and where have you been
as the grass turns green
and she asks
where
where
where
are the flowers
and where have you been
calmer days always led to pastures
not to roads
to streams not to skyscrapers
calmer days were maybe not so calm
and I am not so young
and I am not too old
to pick flowers for her

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Change the Channel This is Too Much Poem

Changed channel,
It was clear the head was missing from the body
as it floated in the first shot of the show.
It was clear the stump was bloody.
Closeup of the bloody stump,
flash to handsome cop,
“I guess he must have lost his head.”,
Lifts shoulders,
close-up of giant dripping multiple stab wounds in back,
Flash to pretty girl cop,
“That’s from an assault knife”.
To lab
lift sheet, show stump.

Changed channel, this is too much!

Flash to pretty Forensic lady

holding hand of corpse,

gnarly gross hand.

pretty forensic lady grabs snips

cuts off  finger.

Changed the channel this is too much!

Report of kids being shot.

 

 

Blueberry Muffin Poem by David Michael Jackson

 

A Blueberry Muffin Poem

Blueberry muffins don’t have to have blueberries
The word blueberry is a marketing term for a product
you see
the blueberries you may remember
were in the muffins baked by your grandmother
a person
today’s blueberry muffins are baked by a corporation
a person,
except this person thinks propylene glycol is
a blueberry

 

The Real Bears

But now sugary drinks are the number one source of calories in the American diet.
With one third of America overweight and another third obese, it’s a wonder
anyone is still swallowing what the soda companies are selling.