And The Land Cried Tears of Blood by Soraya Boyd

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by Soraya Boyd
Writer, Dandelion Salad
Facilitate Global
March 30, 2013

Heaving with revulsion, the defiled and mutilated land suppurates
Bloodied tears borne out of grief inconceivable only inaudible sighs each pang separates

And the mournful stones cry out in great desperation

On Wall Street by Ed Ciaccio

by Ed Ciaccio
Writer, Dandelion Salad
March 22, 2013

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(to the tune of “On Broadway” by Barry Mann, Mike Stoller, Jerry Leiber & Cynthia Weil)

They say there’s profit to be made on Wall Street (on Wall Street).
That’s what the banksters & fraudsters, they all say (on Wall Street).
But when their schemes and bubbles burst,
It’s always us who get hurt the worst,

In Valiant Fortitude by Soraya Boyd

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by Soraya Boyd
Guest Writer
Dandelion Salad
Facilitate Global
December 30, 2012

Unlawfully pincered between harsh collective punishment and base military aggression
The tear bedabbled faces of innocent children in constant lacrimation
Afforded no respite cling desperately to their progenitor for safety and protection

The Belligerent Occupier by Soraya Boyd

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by Soraya Boyd
Guest Writer
Dandelion Salad
Facilitate Global
December 29, 2012

With breathtaking magnitude, resolute in forefending responsibility for war crimes and crimes against humanity
A darkly glib inhabits the psychic scape of a ruinously polished occupier seeking pseudo security

In Memory Of A People With A Land by Soraya Boyd

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by Soraya Boyd
Guest Writer
Dandelion Salad
Facilitate Global
December 14, 2012

A wailing poignancy tearing at the very heart of a much troubled core
Drenched in a blood soaked landscape incessantly scarred by murderous lore
Powerfully bearing witness to insatiably violent gratuitous gore
No-where to escape from the invasive putrid sore
No-thing but wrought brutality and slaughter oozing from every pore

A Most Familiar Drama … Murder Most Foul … by Soraya Boyd

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by Soraya Boyd
Guest Writer
Dandelion Salad
Facilitate Global, Dec. 10, 2012
December 11, 2012

Aided and abetted by its coalition of the willing
Plundering Israel tears a thirst-deprived people and its parched land asunder
Under the auspices of its American heel
Raiding Israel steals away every last of drop of water
Aided and abetted by its coalition of the willing

The Stars in Allah’s Sky by Ed Ciaccio + Dennis Kucinich: June Brides in Afghanistan

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by Ed Ciaccio
Dandelion Salad
Featured Writer
June 20, 2012

Above our tiny village the stars in Allah’s sky shone bright.
The special wedding food and music had all filled me with delight.
We’d gathered there to celebrate the start of the new life
Of my gentle older brother and his lovely young wife.

War Is A Racket – A Song by Ed Ciaccio

by Ed Ciaccio
Dandelion Salad
Featured Writer
April 18, 2012

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“War is a racket,” warned the retired Marine,
Veteran of wars, sick of what he’d seen.
Planned and ordered by the callous and mean,
It’s brutal and savage, and truly obscene.

“A gangster for capitalism” is what he became,
In his own words, years later, after his fame,
The book “War Is A Racket”, above his name,
Told how he was used in that deadly greed game.

The children killed by war by Ed Ciaccio

by Ed Ciaccio
Dandelion Salad
Featured Writer
April 5, 2012

The children killed by war

Should haunt us forever,

Their mangled limbs,

Charred bodies,

Innocent minds,

Unreached dreams

Cursing us for our blind zeal

For revenge,

Moyers and Company: Poet Christian Wiman on Love, Faith, and Cancer

Dandelion Salad

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BillMoyers.com
February 24, 2012

Bill Moyers has a moving conversation with acclaimed poet and Poetry Magazine editor Christian Wiman about how finding true love and being diagnosed with a rare and incurable blood cancer reignited his religious passion as well as his creative expression.

“When we think of our memories, they’re moments of intensity. Whether they were sorrowful or happy, moments of great loneliness or moments of great communion — we live for these moments in our life.

Moyers and Company: Decoding the Campaigns

Dandelion Salad

Moyers & Company | BillMoyers.com
February 17, 2012

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We’re saturated with deceptive political advertising — aided and abetted now with spending by citizens, corporations and super PACs that seems to know no bounds. Add to that relatively cheap “buys” on the media landscape including television, the web, print media and social networks, and there’s no place for the electorate to escape.

The True Patriot by Ed Ciaccio

by Ed Ciaccio
Dandelion Salad
Featured Writer
February 6, 2012

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We’re really all in this together,
Every color, gender and age,
To help each other survive
The fierce storms which will soon rage.

Storms of money and climate and fear
Will threaten to drive us apart,
So we must always remember
Deep in both mind and heart

The Nameless by Guadamour

by Guadamour
Featured Writer
Dandelion Salad
January 15, 2012

The Nameless

I have to get out of here
the heat shimmers
and I know no one
Phoenix sucks

I dress in the shortest skirt I have
put on fishnet stocking
over-paint my face
look like a good presentable whore

Jefferson Bethke: Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus

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Dandelion Salad

bball1989 on Jan 10, 2012

A poem I wrote to highlight the difference between Jesus and false religion. In the scriptures Jesus received the most opposition from the most religious people of his day. At it’s core Jesus’ gospel and the good news of the Cross is in pure opposition to self-righteousness/self-justification. Religion is man centered, Jesus is God-centered. This poem highlights my journey to discover this truth. Religion either ends in pride or despair. Pride because you make a list and can do it and act better than everyone, or despair because you can’t do your own list of rules and feel “not good enough” for God.

O Little Town of Washington by Ed Ciaccio

by Ed Ciaccio
Dandelion Salad
Featured Writer
December 11, 2011

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(to the tune of “O Little Town of Bethlehem”)

O little town of Washington
How we still see thee lie.
Above thy bloody, corrupt work
The weeping stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The Everlasting Fear:
Of losing your most cushy job
In elections next year.