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All rights to all poems belong to Joan Dobbie. In 1988 I published a chapbook, MOTHER EARTH TAKES TO SMOKING, which focussed on my anti-war feelings and sense of a larger self in society. Truth is, I have just not go.
The Anniversary of Hiroshima, August 6, 1983. From my Chapbook, MOTHER EARTH TAKES TO SMOKING, 1988. The Anniversary of the Bombing of Hiroshima. Each in its own paper boat. They say that each small flame. Holds the spirit of one lost. That day - 38 years past -. The sky opened into light. A child exploded into fragments.
A holiday poem in honor of the circumstances, December 2008. Like none other I remember. I have to stick to politics. Because we have at last. A president who should at least. By rights be less than blinded. Solstice season, I wish you. Enough each month so that for sure.
Attempted Poem Written in Response to the World Trade Center Disaster. This horror is too big for me. I cannot walk in it. WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO THE IRAQ INVASION 2003. Four poems in POETS AGAINST THE WAR, 2003. WRITTEN RESPONSE TO THE WORLD TRADE CENTER DISASTER. WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO THE IRAQ INVASION 1991.
Poems Hoping for Peace etc. Following are the first few poems from my chapbook, Mother Earth Takes to Smoking, 1988. In The Woods Of The Working World. I tried to find my scrambled. Way, I snagged on roots, I hit the ground. Lead us out at once, we say.
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The Anniversary of Hiroshima, August 6, 1983. From my Chapbook, MOTHER EARTH TAKES TO SMOKING, 1988. The Anniversary of the Bombing of Hiroshima. Each in its own paper boat. They say that each small flame. Holds the spirit of one lost. That day - 38 years past -. The sky opened into light. A child exploded into fragments.
A holiday poem in honor of the circumstances, December 2008. Like none other I remember. I have to stick to politics. Because we have at last. A president who should at least. By rights be less than blinded. Solstice season, I wish you. Enough each month so that for sure.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011. Tuesday, November 8, 2011. Try it and when you hold on to your tummy muscles you are toning. anytime you want! Float like a butterfly! Monday, November 7, 2011. Stay centered, my Friends.
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