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Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables

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“Difference & Discrimination (The Sonnet) There ain't no difference that can't be conquered, Except for those that are rooted in inhumanity. A bigot's emphasis on their supremacy over others, Is not a difference in opinion but clinical insanity. Nobody is inferior to nobody in this world of ours, Except for those who think of others as such. Neither ancestry nor luxury defines a character, Conduct alone defines character, above all fuss. Say, discrimination is not a difference in opinion, It's an act that sets animals apart from humans. Free speech is a phenomenon of human society, Hate speech is an act of stoneage barbarians. Let us distinguish differences from discrimination, Then celebrate differences while treating discrimination.”

DifferencesDiscriminationFree SpeechWhite SupremacyDisagreementSystemic RacismHumanist PoetryHate SpeechDifference Of OpinionAgree To Disagree
Book:Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
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“Is dessert okay? Maybe some kind of bread pudding with homemade ice cream---simple, but hearty and good?" We all nodded. "I'd like to do a raw fish appetizer," said Bald Joe. "Maybe a crudo with hamachi?" "And I'd like to do an entrée," Vanilla Joe said. "A beef dish. Which means our other entrée should probably be seafood." I nodded. "I can do a slow-cooked black bass." We'd done one at the Green Onion that I loved. It had a preserved tomato broth and cauliflower and a pile of nutty grains. I could do farro. That left Bald Joe and me to divide another appetizer and a dessert between us. "I can do a dessert," I offered, thinking about a deconstructed baklava, but Vanilla Joe shook his head. "No. Joe here is already doing one appetizer; we can't make him do two. He'll get overwhelmed." "I really don't mind," said Bald Joe. "As long as Sadie helps me put everything together. I'd rather do an appetizer. I'm not great at pastry." Vanilla Joe shook his head before I could speak up and say of course I would help. "Joe, I want you doing a dessert, so Sadie, you pick an appetizer." Fine. Whatever. I hashed it out with the rest of the team, decided I would make a sunchoke soup with bacon and thyme. Vanilla Joe squinted at me. "I didn't think bacon was kosher." "I don't cook kosher food," I explained patiently. I actually didn't mind; I was used to it. Kosher cooking had a long list of rules: no pork, no shellfish, no combining meat and dairy, among many others. Grandma Ruth had kept kosher, and I had total respect for everyone who did, but it wasn't me.”

DessertsAppetizersFood PreparationAgree To DisagreeEntreesKosher Rules
Book:Sadie on a Plate
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“دخلتُ يوماً بقرطبةَ على قاضيها أبى الوليد بن رشد ، وكان يرغب فى لقائى لما سمع وبلغه ما فتح الله به علىَّ فى خلوتى ، فكان يُظهر التعجُّبَ مما سمع . فبعثنى والدى إليه فى حاجةٍ ، قصداً منه حتى يجتمع بى ، فإنَّه كان من أصدقائه ، وأنا (آنذاك) صبىٌّ ما بقل وجهى ولا طرَّ شاربى . فعندما دخلت عليه ، قام من مكانه إلىَّ محبَّةً وإعظاماً ، فعانقنى وقال لى : نعم ! قلت له : نعم ! فزاد فرحه بى لفهمى عنه ، ثم استشعرتُ بما أفرحه ، فقلت : لا ! فانقبض وتغير لونه وشك فيما عنده . وقال لى : كيف وجدتم الأمرَ فى الكشف والفيض الإلهى ، هل هو ما أعطاه لنا النظر ؟ قلت : نعم ولا ، وبين نعم ولا تطيرُ الأرواحُ من موادِّها والأعناق من أجسادها ! فاصفرَّ لونُه وأخذه الأفكل وقعد يحوقل وقال: هذه حالة أثبتناها وما رأينا لها أربابا.”

MeetingIbn ArabiAverroesIbn Roshd
Book:الفتوحات المكية
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“Beachcomber by Stewart Stafford Sundial straight, I strode onshore, Waves pulsing like a foetal lullaby, Canine companion nestling my knee, A chef's kiss-of-life breathing space. Looking glass shimmer at the cliff's base, Tranquility’s wellspring beneath my feet, Sanctum of meditation, a paused life retreat, My seagull eyewitnesses hovering above. The seclusion sought yielded rewards, A hit of joie de vivre in its purest form, The sky’s spotlight and the humid wind, Senses alive with the lapping, busy tide. Nascent cloud veils gather at magic hour, Amber inferno, foretaste of paradise, Welcomed, savoured, and appreciated, Driftwood floating home on sunset waters. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

HopeSolitudeMindfulnessSerenitySpiritual PoetryNature PoetrySeasideLyrical PoetryContemplative PoetrySunset Poetry
Author:Stewart Stafford
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