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A MODERN GOLDEN CALF
In Cleveland's toughtest quarter,
The famous "Tenderloin"
(Fit namesake for the choicest cut
Of steak for honest coin)
Where dives and tough resorts abound,
Saloons and salry brokers,
Gambling joints and "uncle shops"
And homes for highway chokers,
You'll find a building tall and square
Low'ring o'er the railroad,
Which brings from peaceful pastures fair,
Poor creatures by the trainload;
A smell of blood makes thick the air,
Mute terror in each creature's stare-
Brute men running everywhere,
Their robes with blood aglare!
And on the building's lofty roof,
Like Aaron's calf of old
There rears, that every eye may see
A steer of burnished gold!
For ever this sacrifice goes on
And Christians bend the knee
Nor stop to think their honest coin
Sustains idolatry!
-Earnest A Webbe-
The last 5 poems reproduced by
The Millenium Guild.. in their literature
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JOHN HARVEY KELLOGG MD
What Methusalah ate
was not on a plate..
For paradise meat* fruit.. as in Gen 1: 29
was delicious to eat
And kept him in finest condition
and twas hung on trees
and not made to please
the deadly Live Stock Commission
No fish was he fed
no blood did he shed
And he knew when he had
eaten enough
And so it is plain
He'd no cause to complain
Of steaks that were measly or tough
Or bearded beef grimy
Green moldy and slimy
Of cold -storage turkeys and putrid beefsteaks
With millions of colon germs
Hams full of trichina worms
And sausages writhing
with rheumatic aches
Old methusalah
(The Bible says the vegetarian Methusalah reached an age of
969 years)
(published in Vegetarian America by Karen Iacobbo)
(John Harvey Kellogg MD fought the meat cartels for many
decades)
(Today the Kellogg Corporation advertises flesh)
OF JOY AND RODENTS
Who is to say that being here is not glorious even
In the most squalid of existence; even in the streets
Festering with garbage, being here is a joyous thing.
Tell the blind woman, blind since birth, that joy is non
Existent; her hyper-extended senses would tell you that
She sensed and loved the tiny feet of mice eating her cheese.
The most visible of happiness occurs when, without the
Expectation of result, something explicable happens; and
That is, the unexpected joy that Sisyphus could not imagine.
For all the rats eating our grain and causing continual
Scourges, they teach us to value life as they endure the
Hatred and interminable tortures of laboratory animals.
Our age builds an enormous citadel of power; formless as
The extensive stress it exacts on us. It no longer respects any
Temples; however, the rat teaches us the temple of survival
The whole family of rodentia is our guru; from rabbits we
Learn to spawn our progeny; from squirrels we learn to
Economize in lean times and from mice we learn humility.
Their veins flow with existence without a Bill of Rights;
What makes us think that we have more entitlements; let
Us love our rodent brothers and chew on life as they do.
-Sai Grafio-
http://www.postpoems.com/members/op the Grafio file
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President Abraham Lincoln's poem The Bear Hunt is an illustration
of his sensitivity being drowned
by his political aspirations and
desire to please those he is with.
He would go on to cause the
murder of hundreds of thousands
of horses in the Civil War.
With the Maryland GOP wanting to institute a bear hunt, (bears
are legally murdered in Canada,
in NH, PA, NY, and NJ)
there are 2 Republican presidents who have been involved
with bears. One was Teddy Roosevelt. When a bear cub he had
orphaned by killing his mother wandered into the camp fireside at night, some of his party raised their rifles to
shoot the baby. He would not allow it. The teddy bear
was born.
http://www.marylandbears.com
This is a poem by President Abraham Lincoln
The Bear Hunt, A Poem By Abraham Lincoln
(Lincoln did not oppose this bear hunt..http://www.marylandbears.com)
A wild-bear chace, didst never see?
Then hast thou lived in vain.
Thy richest bump of glorious glee,
Lies desert in thy brain.
When first my father settled here,
'Twas then the frontier line:
The panther's scream, filled night with fear
And bears preyed on the swine.
But wo for Bruin's short lived fun,
When rose the squealing cry;
Now man and horse, with dog and gun,
For vengeance, at him fly.
A sound of danger strikes his ear;
He gives the breeze a snuff;
Away he bounds, with little fear,
And seeks the tangled rough.
On press his foes, and reach the ground,
Where's left his half munched meal;
The dogs, in circles, scent around,
And find his fresh made trail.
With instant cry, away they dash,
And men as fast pursue;
O'er logs they leap, through water splash,
And shout the brisk halloo.
Now to elude the eager pack,
Bear shuns the open ground;
Th[r]ough matted vines, he shapes his track
And runs it, round and round.
The tall fleet cur, with deep-mouthed voice,
Now speeds him, as the wind;
While half-grown pup, and short-legged fice,
Are yelping far behind.
And fresh recruits are dropping in
To join the merry corps:
With yelp and yell,--a mingled din--
The woods are in a roar.
And round, and round the chace now goes,
The world's alive with fun;
Nick Carter's horse, his rider throws,
And more, Hill drops his gun.
Now sorely pressed, bear glances back,
And lolls his tired tongue;
When as, to force him from his track,
An ambush on him sprung.
Across the glade he sweeps for flight,
And fully is in view.
The dogs, new-fired, by the sight,
Their cry, and speed, renew.
The foremost ones, now reach his rear,
He turns, they dash away;
And circling now, the wrathful bear,
They have him full at bay.
At top of speed, the horse-men come,
All screaming in a row,
"Whoop! Take him Tiger. Seize him Drum."
Bang,--bang--the rifles go.
And furious now, the dogs he tears,
And crushes in his ire,
Wheels right and left, and upward rears,
With eyes of burning fire.
But leaden death is at his heart,
Vain all the strength he plies.
And, spouting blood from every part,
He reels, and sinks, and dies.
And now a dinsome clamor rose,
'Bout who should have his skin;
Who first draws blood, each hunter knows,
This prize must always win.
But who did this, and how to trace
What's true from what's a lie,
Like lawyers, in a murder case
They stoutly argufy.
Aforesaid fice, of blustering mood,
Behind, and quite forgot,
Just now emerging from the wood,
Arrives upon the spot.
With grinning teeth, and up-turned hair--
Brim full of spunk and wrath,
He growls, and seizes on dead bear,
And shakes for life and death.
And swells as if his skin would tear,
And growls and shakes again;
And swears, as plain as dog can swear,
That he has won the skin.
Conceited whelp! we laugh at thee--
Nor mind, that now a few
Of pompous, two-legged dogs there be,
Conceited quite as you.
- Abraham Lincoln -
2/12/1809-4/15/1865
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Mao Tse Tung
"Genghis Khan, man of his epoch, ...
knew only how to hunt the great eagle. They are all gone.
Only today are we men of feeling."
-Mao Tse Tung-
"Even the plum tree is pleased with snow and doesn't care
about freezing or dying houseflies."
-Mao Tse Tung-
EMILY DICKINSON
If I shouldn't be alive
When the robin come
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb
TO A MOUSE
On Turning Her Up in Her Nest With The Plow
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow mortal.
I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave,
An' ne'er miss't!
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the winds are strewin'!
An' naething, now, to build a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin',
Baith snell an' keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin' fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell —
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
And cranreuch cauld!
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid plans o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' leave us nought but grief and pain
For promised joy!
Still thou art blest, compared wi' me;
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my ee,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
-Robert Burns-
THE RUNAWAY
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall,
We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose colt?'
A little Morgan had one forefoot on the wall,
The other curled at his breast. He dipped his head
And snorted at us. And then he had to bolt.
We heard the miniature thunder where he fled,
And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and grey,
Like a shadow against the curtain of falling flakes.
'I think the little fellow's afraid of the snow.
He isn't winter-broken. It isn't play
With the little fellow at all. He's running away.
I doubt if even his mother could tell him, "Sakes,
It's only weather". He'd think she didn't know !
Where is his mother? He can't be out alone.'
And now he comes again with a clatter of stone
And mounts the wall again with whited eyes
And all his tail that isn't hair up straight.
He shudders his coat as if to throw off flies.
'Whoever it is that leaves him out so late,
When other creatures have gone to stall and bin,
Ought to be told to come and take him in.'
-Robert Frost-
http://www.egroups.com/messages/animalpoems
http://groups.msn.com/ar9/avpoetry.msnw
ROBERT SOUTHEY
Ah poor companion! when thou followed last
Thy master's parting footsteps to the gate
Which closed forever on him, thou dist lose
Thy best friend, and none was left to plead
for the old age of brute fidelity.
But fare thee well. Mine is no narrow creed.
And He who gave thee being did not frame
The mystery of life to be the sport
of merciless men. There is another world
For all that live and move.. a better one!
Where the proud bipeds, who would fain confine
Infinite goodness to the little bounds
of their own charity, may envy thee.
JOHN DONNE
Why are we by all creatures waited on?
Why do the prodigal elements supply
Life and food to me, being more pure than I,
Simple and further from corruption?
Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection?
Why dost thou bull, and boar so sillily
Dissemble weakness, and by one man's stroke die
Whose whole kind, you might swallow
and feed upon?
Weaker I am, woe is me, and worse than you,
You have not sinned, nor need be timorous
But wonder at a greater wonder, for to us
Created nature doth these things subdue.
But their Creator, whom sin, nor nature tied,
For us, his creatures, and his foes, hath died.
JOHN WESLEY
The whole brute creation will then, undoubtedly, be restored not
only to the vigour, strength, and swiftness which they had at their
creation, but to a far higher degree of each than they ever enjoyed...
Thus in that day all the vanity to which they are helplessly subject
will be abolished, they will suffer no more, either from within or
without. The days of their groaning are ended.
(In v 6 of his collected works, John Wesley, founder of the
Methodists, recounts he is a vegetarian.)
ST CYRIL OF JERUSALEM
He (the Holy Spirit) is supremely Great Power, divine and
unsearchable,
living and rational, and it belongs to Him to sanctify all beings that
were made by God through Christ.. It is the Holy Spirit
who knows the mysteries, searching all beings, even the depths of
God For there is one God.. one Lord.. and one Holy Spirit who has the
power to sanctify and deify all, who spoke in the Law and the Prophets
THOMAS A KEMPIS THE IMITATION OF CHRIST
And if thy heart be straight with God then every creature
shall be to thee a mirror of life and a book of holy doctrine
for there is no creature so little or so despised
but that sheweth and representeth the goodness of God.
from COMPASSION FOR ANIMALS by ed by Tom Regan and Andrew Linzey
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RALPH WALDO EMERSON
Ever fresh the broad creation
A divine improvisation
From the heart of God proceeds
A single will, a million deeds
He is the heart of every creature
He is the meaning of each feature
And his mind is in the sky
Than all it holds more deep, more high
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of eleveated thoughts
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things all objects of all thought.
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods
And mountains and of all that we behold
from this green earth
ST ATHANASIUS
The great Son is the glory of the Father
and shone out from Him like light.
He assumed a body
to bring help to suffering creatures.
He was sacrifice and celebrant,
sacrificial priest and God Himself.
He offered blood to God
to cleanse the entire world.
CARDINAL HINSLEY
Cruelty to animals is the degrading attitude of paganism.
ST ISAAC THE SYRIAN
Poor innocent little creatures (to animals bound for slaughter): if
you were reasoning beings and could speak you would curse us. For we
are the cause of your death, and what have you done to deserve
it?
CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
And other eyes than ours
were made to look on flowers
Eyes of small birds and insects small
The deep sun-blushing rose
Round which the *****les close
Opens her bosom to them all
The tiniest living thing
That soars on feathered wing,
Or crawls among the long
grass out of sight
Has just as good a right
To its appointed portion of delight
As any king.
WILLIAM BLAKE
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wildflower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to Heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The gamecock clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from Hell a human soul.
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misused breeds public strife
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
He who the ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by woman loved.
The wanton boy that kiklls the fly
Shall feel the spider's emnity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief
Kill not the moth nor butterfly
For the Lasdt Judgement draweth nigh.
Walter Matthau in Pete and Tillie:
The fish are having fun.. because
we haven't caught any of them
JESUS AND ANIMALS
Jesus chose to be born in a stable among donkeys and cows. He chose
to ride into His last week of life on a donkey. He said
the foxes have their lairs and the birds their nests.
He said the Father watches over the birds of the air.. the sparrows.
He became angry in the temple when His animals were butchered.
Proverbs 20: 23 Be not among the winebibbers nor the riotous
eaters of animal flesh.
* Matthew 23: 25-27 What did Jesus call those who eat animals? The
King James
translates it as 'whited sepulchres'. The Greek word translated
is sarcophagi (flesh) phagi eaters.
Posted by sb11 on 09-25-2005 11:35 AM:
* Genesis 1: 29 Behold I have given you herb yielding seed. To you it
shall be for food. http://www.matthewscully.com
* Genesis 9: 4-5 Flesh shall ye not eat. http://www.all-creatures.org
Jesus: Feed The Hungry (With 6 billion people in God's world, we must
now choose His food systems: Fruit orchards yield 450,000 lbs. per
acre. Slaughterhouses yield 100 to 1000 lbs. an acre.
http://www.acorn.net/fruitarian
* Daniel 1: Daniel was a vegetarian for 10 days in the king's prison.
* Isaiah 65: The lion shall lie down with the lamb.. they shall not
hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain for the earth shall be full
of the knowledge of the Lord.
* Jeremiah 10: Passage against purchasing butchered Christmas trees
* Psalm 104: God made the whale to frolic in the sea (not to
be slaughtered by the US, JAPAN, NORWAY and ICELAND govts.)
Isaiah 66: 3: He that slays an ox is as
he that slays a man.
* Acts 15: Do not eat the flesh of strangled animals.
* Matthew: Blessed are the merciful.. for they shall obtain mercy.
* Peter's Vision of animals in a cage, said Peter himself, related to
reaching out to the Gentile world, not seeing Gentiles as unclean.
* Acts 18: 18 Paul says that he has taken a private vow. Many
scholars believe it was the same vow taken by Samson.. a promise to
God not to eat the flesh of innocent animals nor to cut his hair.
* The 5th Angel of Revelation: Harm no green living plant.
* Isaiah 42: Break not the bruised reed.
* Jesus: Whatsoever you have done to these the least of My brethren
you have done unto Me.
* Corinthians l If meat makes my brother stumble I shall never again
eat meat.
* Exodus 16: 31 The desert manna was like coriander seed. (This was
stated by Dr.Reginald Cherry MD on the Trinity Broadcast Network).
* Proverbs 12:10 The righteous one is concerned for his beast.
* Ezekiel 3 and 4: My body has never been contaminated by animal
flesh.
*Isaiah 66: 17
* Leviticus 3: 17 commands to eat no animal
fat or animal blood Many Jews believe that it is impossible to
drain all the blood out of tiny capillaries. Write Dr Richard
Schwartz
schwartz@p... (Many Jewish vegetarians believe that Leviticus
and Exodus 21 are slaughterhouse and slavery manuals.)
* Leviticus 11: prohibits the eating of the flesh of rabbits, pigs,
shellfish such as lobsters (coprophagous or waste eaters whose
consumption of human waste on the Atlantic seaboard is the 2nd
annual cause of hepatitis). http://www.nofishing.net
http://www.pisces.co.uk http://www.egroups.com/messages/fishesrights
http://groups.msn.com/madfish9
* Leviticus: I will set my face against them that eat blood.
* Judges 13: The breaking of the Nazarite vow (no flesh.. no hair
cutting) was the cause of Samson's downfall.
* Job 12: 8 Speak to the earth and she will teach thee (of patience,
nurturing, unconditional love, freely giving to all)
* Exodus 20: 13 Thou Shalt Not Kill (This is not asterisked in the
Bible... Later
translations such as New King James diluted King James to "Thou
Shalt Not Murder"
Genesis 6: Noah was
commanded by God to
provide vegetarian food for the
animals on the ark.
Lions were given
milk.
Hosea 2:28: I will make
for you that day
a covenant with the animals.
Jesus: My father's House
is a House of
Prayer. You have made it a den of thieves
and butchers (where
animal sacrifice
occurred). The original Greek word for
plunderer was rendered
'thief' by
translators.
Matthew 23: 25-27 Ye are
whited
sepulchres. The actual Greek is sarcophagi..
(sarx flesh phagein
eat.. or flesh
eaters). And the Greek 'gemousin osteon nekron'
is translated as ' full
of dead men's
bones' when it is in actuality 'full of dead
bones'
Interpretations divide. The
Spirit Unites. May
The Holy Spirit Overshadow Us All and
All Creation. May differences
of opinion, Holy
Spirit, be to us as pleasing as the apple
tree's making crimson apples
while the vine
makes royal purple grapes. The Nazarite
diet is described in Numbers.
This is the vow
that Samson with his great strength took.
Corinthians l: 8,12-13 (Paul)
If meat makes my
brother stumble I shall never again eat
meat. Daniel l: Daniel was
put in prison by
Nebuchadnezzar. He ate only pulses (beans)
for 10 days while others ate
flesh.
Nebuchadnezzar noticed that he fared better than the
others. Maynard Clark
(vrc@t...) and Frank
Hoffman
(Veg-Christian@a...) make the
point that since all food, not just meat, was
sacrificed by Babylonians to
idols, idols were
not a factor in their abstention from
animal flesh. Deuteronomy 5:
Thou Shalt Not
Kill (later versions than the King James
translate this as Thou Shalt
Not Murder)
Exodus 20: 13 Thou Shalt Not Kill brought
down the mountain literally
Lo Tirtzach..
(this is nonkilling, not nonmurder) The
Biblical command "Thou Shalt
Not KIll" which J
J Price cites as a reason to change
diet.. is not asterisked "to
include humans
only". The Biblical command "Thou Shalt
Not Steal" which Kathy Kurtz
cites can be
related to not purloining the eggs from
chickens nor the milk from
mother cows whose
calves are then butchered for veal.
Genesis 6: Noah was commanded
by God to
provide vegetarian food in the ark for people
and animals. (The lions drank
the milk of
cows.) Genesis 9: 4-5 Flesh shall yet not eat.
And surely your blood I will
require at the
hands of beasts. (God forgive us all and help
us all to change.) Hosea
2:28: I will make for
you that day a covenant with the wild
animals. I will abolish the
bow, the sword,
and war from the land. I will make you lie
down in safety. Isaiah:
Isaiah is the prophet
who more than any other forecasts the birth
of Jesus. He is also the
prophet with the most
references to nonviolence and universal
respect for life. Jesus
quotes Isaiah's "I
delight not in your blood sacrifices" as He drives
the animal killers out of the
temple. Jesus
refers to the vegetarian Isaiah more than to
any other. Isaiah: 1: 11: I
delight not in the
blood of bullocks or of lambs or of he goats
(whereas Isaiah 66 involves
not eating pigs..
and Isaiah 65 involves not eating any living
thing) (In some Bible
translations the word
'blood' has been removed.) (In others it is "I
delight not in thy blood
sacrifices.") Isaiah
42: He shall break not the bruised reed.
Isaiah 59: We moan sadly like
doves. Isaiah
65: The wolf shall lie down with the lamb..
they shall not hurt nor
destroy in all my holy
mountain for the earth shall be full of the
knowledge of the Lord. Many
other passages of
Isaiah speak of noneating of animals.
Isaiah 66: 3 He who slays an
ox is as he that
slays a man. (Another translation: He who
kills a bull is as he who
kills a man.) Isaiah
66: 17: The slain of the Lord shall be many..
they behind the tree eating
swine's flesh..
shall be consumed together. (There are dozens
of references to vineyards,
fruit trees, and
fruitarian diet in Isaiah alone.) Samson's
Nazarite vow included eating
nothing dead,
letting his hair grow and other injunctions.
He violated this vow not only
with Delilah but
in eating honey from a hive within the
ribs of a desert lion
carcass. He then lost
his strength. Jesus: Whatsoever you have done
to these the least of My
brethren you have
done unto Me. (Is the least of His brethren..
the birds, the insects, and
the plants?) The
Aramaic Bible (the language Jesus spoke):
Zachariah is told even before
the birth of
John the Baptist that John is the Spirit of
Elijah and that he will
forsake flesh foods.
(Thank you Josh) For information write
chochmah36@y... Jesus: Come,
I shall make
you fishers of humankind (and not
of fishes). Jesus: Ye are
whited sepulchres.
This is interpreted to mean those with
concern for externals.. while
their thoughts
are not holy, those who actions show
hypocrisy as well. However
sarcophagus comes
from sarx (flesh) and phagus (eater)..
sarcophagus is not only a
coffin but a
flesheater. Job 5: You will be in league with the
stones of the field and the
beasts of the
field shall be at peace with you. Job 12: 8 Speak
to the earth and she will
teach thee (of
patience, humility, forgiveness, universal
nurturing) Joel 1: The land
mourns the
destruction of her plants. John the Baptist: The
Ebionites taught that John
the Baptist was
vegetarian. For further information write
Pastor Mike Shaw mshaw@g...
John: 3rd
Letter of John to Gaius: I pray good
health for you. John: 6: 63
It is the Spirit
who gives life. The flesh profits nothing.
Judges 13: (re Samson) (The
breaking of the
Nazarite vow {taken by Jesus, John the
Baptist, Paul} was the cause
of Samson's
downfall) (Besides abstention from
haircutting, the vow of the
Nazarites involved
abstention from meat. Paul felt his vow
was private. Others were
public.) (Some think
that involvement with killing is the
toucbing of death and
therefore the touching
of a dead thing.) Leviticus 3: 17 commands
to eat no animal fat or
animal blood Many
Jewish vegetarians believe it is impossible to
drain the blood out of all
the tiny
capillaries of the an
Leviticus 11: prohibts the
eating of the flesh
of rabbits, pigs, shellfish such as lobsters,
clams, shrimp, crabs, hawks,
seagulls, camels,
chameleons, flying insects with 4 legs in
certain cases, heron, bat,
hoopoe, vulture,
stork, cormorant, ibis, marsh hen, pelican,
owl, mole, rat, mouse,
lizard, gecko, snail,
cud chewers, cloven hoofed (the cow was
observed trying to cleave her
hoof to make her
safe), eagle, metire, osprey, falcon,
ostrich, kite, raven, rock
badger, etc.
JOYCE IS A BRITISH QUAKER WHO RUNS A QUAKER VEGETARIAN HEALING CENTER THIS IS HER POEM
KILLING TIME
by
Joyce Pearce
joyce@guildford.co.uk
When Autumn days grow shorter
And Christmas time draws nigh
Then kindly British people
Will heave a patient sigh.
For custom now requires them
To move both heaven and earth
To celebrate with gusto
The gentle Baby's Birth.
So bank accounts are emptied,
The Prince of Peace to praise
With whisky, wine or lager,
And never mind who pays.
Then as the Day approaches,
The menu must be planned,
The Son of Love to honour
Across this gentle land.
To celebrate this Season
Of nation-wide Good Will
Pigs, chickens, geese and turkeys
Are fattened for the kill,
While countless Christmas carols
Ascend to heaven above,
In praise of One who taught us
The way of perfect Love.
(Joyce is a Quaker vegetarian)
printed on scrap to save trees, birds, squirrels, energy, etc.
------
HANSEL AND GRETEL
Hansel and Gretel
.. little baby lamb
and calf
were kidnapped by Heifer
International
from their motohers loving
and war
their bodies torn
from each other then torn
shipped over cold seas
alone
turned into sexual slaves
by human chauvinists
who steal their milk
.. forcing them to nurse
through machines
... human chauvinists
who steal their eggs
all to spread heart disease,
food poisoning, arthritis,
colon bacteria, death
in a thousand forms
as orchards are cut down
to make way for sapling
crushing animal agriculture
***
KIDNAPPING
By Heifer International
have there been countless
kidnappings
done while calves and lambs
and kids were napping
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QUAKER SILENCE
Quakers listen for God's
voice in sacred silence.
Friends live Christ's example
in holy nonviolence.
Heifer's slaughterhouse shrieks
shatter the silence.
Heifer's knives, clubs, and
guns .. shatter nonviolence.
*****
MITE RIGHTS
"At the base of the eyelash is an invisible
mite.
Ask not what your mite can do for you
but what you can do for your mite.
And remember, mite makes right."
-James R-
Lament Of A Dog Gone
The rain fell hard, the wind blew fast
The moon had hid from view
And still she howled up on the hill
Where she had last seen you
She stayed up there# on top of hill
Since the day you went to war
She stayed through suno she stayed through rain
Her health had grown so poor
She would not eatp nor would she sleep
But wait for your return
Until about three weeks ago
I had not seen of her
Then she came home, she did not moan
But lay beside your rocking chair
She seemed at ease, she had found peace
She seemed content to wait
She seemed to know the day would come
The day of your return
Two weeks ago I got a note
I knew before I read
No day would come when you'd return
I knew son, you were dead
As I read I moaned a moan, the dog looked up at me
She's gone now son, I guess she must have known
Because that night as I lay in bed
I could hear her mournfull cry
It seemed to echo just like words
Saying, "Why did master die"
The rain came down, the wind it blew
I heard her crying son
For you
One morning I went out to see
If she would come to eat
I found her son, on top of hill
With your old hat down at her feet
She lay there son, she did not move
So thint so sick, so lonely
I picked her up, I brought her home
I made a wooden box
I buried her sont up on the hill
So she can wait for you
And now on nights, when the wind does blow
And the moon is hid from sight
I can hear the echoes of her cries
She will not leave her plight
I know now son, the love she felt
For one so dear as you
She'll rest no more on the hill my son
Till dark of night is through
She'll rest no more on the hill my son
Untill peace has come to you
Owl on English Forum engforum.pravda.ru
-----
WOULD YOU EAT YOUR DOG FOR CHRISTMAS?
by Jenny Moxham
Would you eat your dog for Christmas?
Would you carve her up with a knife?
Then why eat the innocent turkey
Who is just as deserving of life?
Would you kill your kitten for festive fare?
Would you serve her sliced on a tray?
Then why treat the harmless and fun-loving pig
In this heartless and horrible way?
If you think the idea quite shocking,
To murder and slice up your pet,
It is equally shameful and shocking,
To do it to those you've not met.
For a hog treasures life just as much as a dog
And a turkey as much as a cat,
And they all have a right to their God given life,
It's simply as simple as that.
So when you go shopping at Christmas,
And pass by the enormous array,
Of tragic young plastic-wrapped corpses,
Whose lives have been taken away,
Make a vow that you'll buy only 'peaceable' fare
And refuse to partake in the kill,
For I'm sure you'll agree that's the way it should be
In this season of Peace and Goodwill.
Posted by sb11 on 12-08-2005 07:33 PM:
THE DEATH OF THE OLD PLYMOUTH ROCK HEN
-by Senator Eugene McCarthy-
(whose decision to challenge
Lyndon Johnson for the presidency
was a factor in Lyndon Johnson's
resignation)
It was tragic when her time came
After a lifetime of laying brown eggs
Among the white of leghorns.
Now, unattractive to the rooster,
Laying no more eggs,
Faking it on other hens' nests,
Caught in the act,
Taken to the woodpile
In the winter of execution.
A quick stroke of the axe,
One first and last upward cast
Of eyes that in life
Had looked only down,
Scanning the ground for seeds and worms
And for the shadow of the hawk.
Now those eyes are covered
By yellow lids,
Closing from the bottom up.
Decapitated, she did not act
Like a chicken with its head cut off.
No pirouettes, no somersaults,
No last indignity.
Like an English queen, she died.
On wings that had never known flight.
She flew, straight into the woodpile,
And there beat out slow death
While her curdled voice ran out in blood.
A scalding and a plucking of no purpose.
No goose feathers for a comforter.
No duck's down for a pillow.
No quill for a pen.
In the opened body, no entrail message for the haruspex.
Not one egg of promise in the oviduct.
In the gray gizzard, no diamond or emerald,
But only half-ground corn,
Sure evidence of unprofitability.
The breast and legs,
The wings and thighs,
The strong heart,
The pope's nose,
Fit only for chicken soup and stew.
And then in March, near winter's end,
When bloodied and feathered wood is used,
The odor of burnt offerings
Above the kitchen stove.
BASHO
Furu ike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto
Into the ancient pond
A frog jumps
The sound of water!
Basho translated by D.T. Suzuki
**
FRAGMENTS FROM BROTHER JAMES
MARCUS
The sweet rain has stilled the voice
of the winged ones.
*
My cat Jack thinks the Bible
is his foldout bed.
DONNA DONNA SHALOM SECUNDA
sung by Joan Baez
On a wagon bound for market
lay a calf with 2 mournful eyes
lay a calf with 2 mournful eyes
High above him there is a swallow
Winging swoftliy through the sky
Chorus
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day trough
And half the summer's night
Donna donna donna donna
Donna donna donna do
Donna donna donna donna
Donna donna donna do
Stop complaining said the farmer
Who told you what had to be
Why can't you have wings to fly with
Like a swallow so proud and free
Chorus
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
Why can't you have wings to fly with
Like a swallow you've learned to fly
Bison
VITW
Softly cross the furled edge of the plains!
Thou vast herds, now gone
I see you yet, though obscured by time
Mighty thunder blazing your trail
Thousand hooves beating the earth
Like a fierce battle cry of old
We come! We come!
But 'twas the pale ones who came
They who destroy and befoul
And your sleek hides they made to hats
To wear in filthy factories blazing
With the fires of a thousand hells
Lighting the skies where once your hooves
Dusted, but now decayed by smoke
Your proud multitudes gone now
Rendered into a bit of bone here
And a piece of tail there
An aching remnant of what was once glory
And passed into the bowels of yesterday
Remembered like an almost grasped dream
---------------------------
Untitled
VITW
The sun breaks like silent thunder
a boiling blister of light on the horizon
as the ancient Earth slides 'round again
New day dawning, dancing 'cross the Mother
all her children wake and rising
to greet the light again.
I watch this dance in frozen wonder
and all the dancers, perfectly placed
tiny birds a singing mobile chorus
once dreaming rabbits darting yonder
slow steps danced by grazing horses
quick steps by colts alive with grace.
This dance has spiraled on for eons
long before the rise of Man
interrupted with our clumsy need
and will go one once Man has fallen
lost because his lack of appreciation
for the beautiful dance beyond his greed.
--------------------------------
Song Of Those Who May Not Speak
VITW
This is the song of the voiceless
the helpless
These are the words of those that can't speak;
Yet they die in great pain at the hands of the trapper,
the hunter, the camper, the abusers of the weak.
I'll say the words for the wide eyed and frightened
I'll sing the truth that the abusers all fear;
The rabbit, the racoon, the squirrel and the deer;
slaughtered and mauled for sport and for meat.
For I am the truth and the kind side of Humans;
I am the speaker for animalkind;
Your hate will not phase me, your knives never slay me;
In nature a'risen, I'll flow and rebind.
Fear me oh users,
abusers and killers -
For justice is coming, a new day is born.
Your day is over, your voice is ended.
A compassionate world
is rising this morn.
-----------------------------------
Chickens
by VITW
Yellow chick, cuddly and soft
Peeping a song, ball of fluff
Prepared for slavery
At hands of man
The whim of a diner
Her fate in his hand
Crowded in cages
Lined by the hundred
The price of dinner
Is paid by the chicken
**
WORDS OF JESUS
Jesus did not say
to preach to every nation
Jesus said to preach
to all creation
Anthony of Padua obeyed..
and preached to the fishes
so great his holiness
that they listened
their heads out of the water
as the sun on them glistened
(to every creature Mark 16: 15)
AND I AM MY BROTHER'S KEEPER
"And I am my brother's Keeper
And I will fight his fight
And speak the word
For beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox ~
John Cloud: The sun was giving
way to the gloaming
I apologize that I posted the Lincoln
poem without reading the later
stanzas:
President Abraham Lincoln's poem The Bear Hunt is an illustration
of his sensitivity being drowned
by his political aspirations and
desire to please those he is with.
He would go on to cause the
murder of hundreds of thousands
of horses in the Civil War.
The Goat by John Redwood Anderson
It dwelt upon the very edge of things,
Civilization's limit - where the wings
Of that wild creature, which is spirit,
Brush the bowed heads of such as do inherit
The five-barred prison of the flesh
and thought's tight mesh.
Only a twisted rope of straw
Kept it tethered to man's law,
And it had tasted everything
That grew within that narrow ring'
And still,
Unsatisfied
The soul within it cried
For something it had known - it knew not when -
But something far away from men,
And high and wide
And splendid as the hill.
One day
Its rope of twisted straw
Snapped, and it passed away
Forever from the circle of of man's law,
Up to the tameless hills to be untamed as they.
Sheer
Buttress on buttress, scarp on scarp,
Sheer and sharp,
Covered with time's worn hieroglyphs,
The cliffs
From the while cloud to the white surf
Fell.
They were a temple where the see
Sang eternally
The anthems of it s fear;
They were a citadel where the old gods and blind
Still defied
The pride
And prowess of mankind;
They were an amphitheatre
Where the storm drove his chariot of swift cloud,
And crag on crag, aloud,
Hailed, shouting with their vast applause,
The savage charioteer.
Here,
Escaped forever from man's laws,
The goat and the wild thing within him found
Asylum for his spirit and a home.
Here he would roam,
Close friends with danger and the mate of death,
Upon the strips of broken ground
Where the green turf
Found life itself and gave its life for his.
Six hundred feet beneath
The lips of the white surf
Murmured to him and offered him their kiss;
And, like a wild-eyed maiden of the Sidhe, (1)
The sea
Flung up faint arms of mist embracing him -
Until his brain grew dim,
And, for a a moment, even he
Felt
The awful lure of the abyss,
Here,
Nevertheless, he dwelt
Year after year
Upon the world's last barren edge.
The ledge
Gave him a lodging, and the splintered rock
A shelter from the shock
Of the gigantic
Winds that raved
Over the leagues of black Atlantic.
Hardly he clung to the thin strip of llife,
Never knew comfort, and lay down at night
With hazard and awoke again
To hunger and to strife.
But he had saved
The little spark of the eternal light
That smouldered in the the lantern of his brain
From utter death - he knew
The orginal enterprise that drew
Life upward from the sleep of time;
And when he stood on the sharp shelf,
Free from all twisted ropes of straw
That bound his soul to any law,
Elate and master of himself,
He heard above him the clear cry
Of some unfettered destiny
That, like a seagul from the sky,
Called down to him, sublime.
(1) Pronunciation:, "she".
-----
Friday, Nov. 22, 1968
Time Magazine
EVTUSHENKO OPPOSES FUR
His tour of the U.S. last year took Soviet Poet Evgeny Evtushenko 23,000 miles around the country and as far north as Alaska. It gave him the material for America and I Sat Down Together, a collection of seven poems commissioned by Holiday magazine, some of which have also been published in his homeland. Evtushenko writes sadly of a trip to an Alaska fur farm ("He who's conceived in a cage will weep for a cage");
THE SNAKE AND THE RAT
In
Tokyo's Mutsugoro Okuku Zoo
there was a ratsnake named Aochan.
With frozen meat he'd have nothing
to do
So they gave him a hamster named
Gohan
But though she was a rodent and he
a snake
He spared her life and friends they
did make.
For as they say "love conquers all"
But, I ask,.. if two animals so unlike
each other become friends and love
one another
why can't we all?
-Wolf Clifton-
the previous poem is based
on
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asi...ic/4627950.stm
POSTED BY SHANTARAM
I want my boy to have a dog,
Or maybe two or three...
He'll learn from them much easier
Than he would learn from me.
A dog will show him how to love
And bear no grudge or hate;
I'm not so good at that myself
But dogs will do it straight.
I want my boy to have a dog
To be his pal and friend,
So he may learn that friendship
Is faithful to the end.
There never yet has been a dog
Who learned to double-cross,
Nor catered to you when you won
Then dropped you when you lost.
WHAT IS NOBLE?
The aristocracy
they said
hunt foxes
but aristo
means best
not worst
The nobility
they said hunts
foxes
but those who harm
show ignobility ...............................
Open Your Eyes
Open your eye that you may see
The beauty that around you lies,
The misty loveliness of the dawn,
The glowing colors of the skies;
The Child's bright eager eyes of blue,
The gnarled and wrinkled face of age,
The bird with crimson on his wing
Whose spirit never knew a cage;
The roadsides blooming goldenrod
So brave through summer's wind and heat,
The brook that rushes to the sea
With courage that naught may defeat.
Open your eyes that you may see
The wonder that around you lies;
It will enrich your every day
And make you glad and kind and wise.
-- Emma Boge Whisenand
THE COMBAT
By Edwin Muir.
It was not meant for human eyes
The combat on that shabby patch
Of clods and trampled turf that lies
Somewhere beneath the sodden skies
For eye of toad or adder to catch.
And having seen it I accuse
the crested animal in his pride
arrayed in all the royal hues
that hide the claws he well can use
to tear the heart out of the side.
Body of leopard, eagles head
and whetted beak and lions mane
and frost-grey hedge of feathers
spread behind, he seemed of all things bred
I shall not see his like again.
As for his enemy there came in
a soft round beast as brown as clay
all rent and patched his wretched skin
a battered bag he might have been
some old used thing to throw away.
Yet he awaited face to face
the furious beast and the swift attack
soon over and soon done
this was no time or place for chivalry or for grace
the fury had him on his back.
And two small paws like hands flew out
to right and left as the trees stood by
one would have said beyond a doubt
that this was the very end of the bout
but that the creature would not die.
For ere the death-stroke he was gone
writhed whirled huddled into his den
safe somehow there, the fight was done
and he had lost who had all but won
but oh his deadly fury then.
A while the place lay blank folorn
drowsing as in relief from pain
a grating thorn stirred a cricket chirped
a little sound was born
the champions took their posts again.
And all began, the stealthy claw
slashed out and in
could nothing save these rags and tatters from the claw
nothing and yet i never saw
a beast so helpless and so brave
And while the trees stand watching still
the unequal battle rages there
the killing beast that cannot kill
swells and swells in his fury till
you`d almost think it was despair.
Edwin Muir was a British soldier during WW2, he wrote this poem in memory of the French Resistance and their fight against Nazi occupiers. Does it remind you of any current conflict?
The killing beast that cannot kill
Swells and swells in his fury till
You`d almost think it was despair.
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, "you're hurt" exclaim.
-Emily Dickinson-
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THE HEART OF EVERY CREATURE
Ever fresh the broad creation
A divine improvisation
From the heart of God proceeds
A single will, a million deeds
He is the heart of every creature
He is the meaning of each feature
And his mind is in the sky
Than all it holds more deep, more high
-Ralph Waldo Emerson-
**
O Anna Niemus
CANDLE SCANDAL
that animals are murdered
more now think a scandal...
their fat made candles
their skin made sandals
CONUNDRUM
Coat with fur, hat with feathers,
Lobster boiled alive,
Shoes occur in sundry leathers,
How many animals have died
Hunted, trapped and crucified
That I may dwell at ease?
Fish and fowl and beast..
Slaughtered that I may feast.
And what my caste, and who am I
That I may live and these must die?
-Bertha Williams-
ANTHROPOMORPHISM
hearing the animals' screams
seeing the quaking of fear
the owner of the slaughterhouse
said we
were guilty of projection
.. of anthropomorphism
as we said that animals
suffer...
ANGELS FEEL ANGER
Angels feel anger
watching anglers
be fish stranglers
INTERFAITH SHYLOCKS
Flesheaters in eating quarter pounders (it adds up)
take many times more than a pound of flesh
... whether they are Christian or Buddhist or Muslim
or atheist or any other path to God
SERIAL KILLERS
it's not as bad to
be a cereal killer
as to be animals'
serial killers
HOLSTEIN
Neal Barnard and Robert Goldstein
love every pig and every holstein
BSE
Mad Cow can incubate for
50 years
said Dr David Heymann of
the CDC
warning people about
BSE on the CBC
while elsewhere environmentalists
warned
of fish containing mercury and pvc's
chromium and pbb's
cadmium lead and pcb's
DROMEDARY
to her little babe
said the dromedary
there is no drama
in making for you dairy
ANODYNE
Herbert Hoover said 'a chicken in every pot'
we say 'pot for every chicken!'
until others on their corpses no longer dine
give chickens and cows.. an anodyne
HOLSTEIN
Robert Goldstein
loves every holstein
ON A THOUGHTLESS WOMAN
Sitting together, at the restaurant,
I chanced to speak of hunting. And I told
With primitive man pride, how once a gaunt
And savage wolf, by hunger's pangs made
bold,
Had tested all my courage in the strife.
I saw her sweet face sadden, then she cried:
"How could you, O, how could you take
the life of any creature? God's earth
is so wide. Is there not room for
all things? Is there not Pleasure
beneath the glorious sun
For man to find diversion in his lot
Without the aid of cruel hook or gun?"
She was a thing of beauty to the eye.
Silent I sat and noted all her grace.
Decked with a slaughtered Bird of
Paradise her small fair head, and lovely
girlish face
Rose from a snowy mass of priceless
fur
Headed and tailed, a muff lay in her
lap;
Young kids had died to clothe the hands
of her;
A score of skins made lining for
her wrap.
She breathed destruction to dumb
living things
from her small hide-cased foot to
feathered hair,
A splendid bird has given life and
wings
And harmless beasts their blood to make her fair.
I passed the menu, asking her
choice.
There were a hundred dainties to beguile;
She glanced them over; then in silvery voice, Fish fowl and flesh
she ordered with a smile.
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox-
BURGLARS
Those who eat burgers
are of cows' lives the burglars
MILITARY LITANY
NASA blew caged animals over 5 states when the obsolete shuttle
exploded.
The Air Force irradiated chimps at Barnes AFB
The Navy has subjected animals to sleep deprivation in San Diego
and held primates in restraining chairs for months until
their deaths in Bethesda.
Walter Reed has for at least 108 years been
abusing people and animals injecting 22 Cubans
with Yellow Fever in 1900.
Ft Detrick has slaughtered countless tens of thousands
of primates in weaponized anthrax research.
**
HIDES AND ALDEHYDES
unlike pedophilia and serial killing
the wearing of furs and hides
especially when many are armed
with red spray paint cans
is harder and harder to hide.
Meanwhile cooking flesh makes carcinogens
like methylcholanthrene and malonaldehyde
CALF WITHIN CALIFORNIA
There is a calf
within California
many calves drowned in Chino mud.
VIOLENCE SPILLOVER
Growing hundreds of millions
in a worldwide coalition
think that violence
to hunting,
football, and war
has a correlation.
5D
5D
the 5d animals: dead, diseased, dying, debilitated, downed...
these innocent slaughterhouse or truckcaged animals go into
pet food.. to cause cancers for dogs and cats.
OLFACTORY
offended are
nerves olfactory
by bodies become
dead fish
old factories
SUFFOCATION
the little ones are
voiceless
..powerless
suffer not
their
suffocation.
FORK YOURSELF?
we fork ourselves to death with the tines with which we
spear the muscles of innocent animals.
NO BONA FORTUNA
It is not
for the dolphins
bona fortuna
that they are
suffocated in nets
meant for tuna.
PRIORITIZATION OF RIGHTS
the animals' right not to be killed is greater than a human's right to
kill.
(these poems may be reproduced on the net if they remain
unedited and give author attribution) (they may be reproduced
on paper if the previous conditions are met and if the
paper is 100% recycled, 100% cotton or 100% rice paper)
© O Anna Niemus
http://www.worldanimalnet.org
http://www.postpoems.com
(this evergreen poem today applies
to Oxford Cambridge Harvard Yale
Stanford Cornell Ohio State Kent
State Univ of Texas Univ of Michigan
Univ of Wisconsin, CDC, Emory, many Japanese and Korean and German
and Israel schools etc)
RAGS
We called him Rags. He was just a cur
But twice on the Western Line
That little old bunch of faithful fur
Had offered his life for mine.
And all that he got was bones and bread
Or the leavings of soldier grub.
But he'd give his heart for a pat on the head
Or a friendly tickle and rub.
And Rags got home with the regiment
and then in the breaking away
Well whether they stole him or whether
he went
I am not prepared to say.
But we mustered out, some to beer
and gruel
And some to sherry and shad
And I went back to the Sawbones
School
Where I still was an undergrad.
One day they took us budding MD's
To one of those institutes
Where they demonstrate every new disease
By means of bisected brutes.
They had one animal tacked and tied
And slit like a fulldressed fish,
With his vitals pumping away inside
As pleasant as one might wish.
I stopped to look like the rest of course
And the beast's eyes levelled mine
And his short tail thumped with a feeble
force
And he uttered a tender whine.
It was Rags, yes Rags! who was martyred there
Who was quartered and crucified,
And he whined that whine which is doggish prayer
And he licked my hand-- and died.
And I was not better in part nor whole
Than the gang I was found among
And his innocent blood was on the soul
Which he blessed with his dying tongue.
Well! I've seen men go to courageous
death
In the air, on sea, on land!
But only a dog would spend his breath
In a kiss for his murderer's hand.
And if there's no Heaven for love like that
For such four-legged fealty -- well!
If I have any choice, I tell you flat,
I'll take my chance in hell.
Edmund Vance Cooke
DEAD COLLIE
-C S Lewis-
I'll not catch such a flurry of living and grace
To chase down the wind is sheer folly:
Just say that my life has a void
lifeless place
For a little dead collie.
Still I muse on your goodness.. so glad
to be good..
Free courtesy ruled your brief living,
Never thinking you could disobey if you
would
And purely forgiving.
A whistle from me and you whirled from
your play,
Up ears and eager paws drumming,
Your duty and wishes all one in the gay
Swift rush of your coming.
Even now a clear whistle might reach and surpass
All limits and bring back the rushing
Of printless gay paws running over
the grass
And the silky head brushing.
*
RECITED ON NPR
-author not yet known by poster-
"a quick little mouse
embroidered a trail
by stitching the snow
with her feet and her tail "
************
G Hudson:
"God release pain from the suffering as daisy petals are
released in the wind."
LEWIS CARROLL
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
REDJUNGLEFOWL'S POEM
Well they flew in through the bedroom window
On the run from forks and spoons
But now they roost upon my pillows
Cripes, number threes been eatin prunes
Didn't anybody tell them?
Not to gobble gobble as they flee?
Sundays on the phone to Ruby Tuesday's
And those turkeys in my bedroom just wont leave
They said theyd been workin down at Macys
Doing at least 15 shows a day
Somethin' about the Pilgrims and the Red Man
Shit hit the fan as they went to draw their pay
Oh yes they flew in through my bedroom window
Though they didnt have a lot to say
Guess I'll just have to try and help them
Looks like them turks intend to stay
Didn't anybody tell them?
Not to gobble gobble as they flee?
Sundays on the phone to Ruby Tuesday's
And those turkeys now are watching Johnnie Carson
On my brand new flat screen TV.
Posted by sb11 on 01-21-2007 08:34 AM:
recited on PBS (which has promoted
the war in Iraq, animal agony
and children's disease by constant
product placement ads for animal
flesh, fish flesh, and animal products)
"a quick little mouse
embroidered a trail
by stitching the snow
with her feet and her tail "
Posted by sb11 on 05-29-2007 10:53 AM:
Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
Late in the evening the strange horses came.
By then we had made our covenant with silence,
But in the first few days it was so still
We listened to our breathing and were afraid.
On the second day
The radios failed; we turned the knobs, no answer.
On the third day a warship passed us, headed north,
Dead bodies piled on the deck. On the sixth day
A plane plunged over us into the sea. Thereafter
Nothing. The radios dumb;
And still they stand in corners of our kitchens,
And stand, perhaps, turned on, in a million rooms
All over the world. But now if they should speak,
If on a sudden they should speak again,
If on the stroke of noon a voice should speak,
We would not listen, we would not let it bring
That old bad world that swallowed its children quick
At one great gulp. We would not have it again.
Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep,
Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow,
And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness.
The tractors lie about our fields; at evening
They look like dank sea-monsters crouched and waiting.
We leave them where they are and let them rust:
"They'll molder away and be like other loam."
We make our oxen drag our rusty plows,
Long laid aside. We have gone back
Far past our fathers' land.
And then, that evening
Late in the summer the strange horses came.
We heard a distant tapping on the road,
A deepening drumming; it stopped, went on again
And at the corner changed to hollow thunder.
We saw the heads
Like a wild wave charging and were afraid.
We had sold our horses in our fathers' time
To buy new tractors. Now they were strange to us
As fabulous steeds set on an ancient shield
Or illustrations in a book of knights.
We did not dare go near them. Yet they waited,
Stubborn and shy, as if they had been sent
By an old command to find our whereabouts
And that long-lost archaic companionship.
In the first moment we had never a thought
That they were creatures to be owned and used.
Among them were some half a dozen colts
Dropped in some wilderness of the broken world,
Yet new as if they had come from their own Eden.
Since then they have pulled our plows and borne our loads,
But that free servitude still can pierce our hearts.
Our life is changed; their coming our beginning.
-Edward Muir-
*************
Grace Paley
NIGHT HIGH WINE OF A MOSQUITO
night high wine of a mosquito
wild for my blood I fight back
flailing smash its little life
then sleep I want God to want ALL
creatures to be fed and ALL to live
how?
~Grace Paley-
(poet laureate of VT and NY, arrested
many times for peace activism..
left for God in August of 2007
after 84 trips around the sun)
50 of the 52 women (including Paley)
who were arrested in Waterloo NY
at a women's peace camp
asked for vegetarian meals.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ The_S....2FOrganization
**
SHOPPING FOR MEAT IN WINTER
I
What lewd, naked and revolting shape is
this?
A frozen oxtail in the butcher's shop
Long and lifeless upon the huge block of wood
On which the ogre's axe begins chop chop.
III
The great countryside bathed in golden sleep
The trees, the bees, the soft peace everywhere-
I think of the cow's tail, how all summer long
It beat the shapes of harps into the air.
-Oscar Williams-
Berkeley is working to silence
hell's bells
the profits of Battelle
the money to Bechtel
the dollars stolen by
BP
the billions stolen
by Shell
.....
as well as General Dynamics, Boeing, Lockheed
Fox, Newscorp, AOL Time Warner, ABC, Disney,
Clear Channel and all other war profiteers
http://groups.msn.com/boycott
