Poetry - Lynn White

  Dodging The Draft Let’s hear it for the Draft Dodgers, the Conchis, Refuseniks, Peaceniks and naysaying Evaders. Salute them. Applaud them. Sing their praises. Hymns of Praise, peans for their pain and for our peace. Sing   from Flanders to Vietnam, Ukraine, Israel,   Russia,   The Rest. Sing loud. Sing clear. All together now, let them hear. Sing loud. Sing clear. All together now, make Them hear. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H9BHGZG5

  Peace Is Peace is more   than the absence of war though that would be a start. And then the dissolving of boundaries constructed by humans to cordon off one from the other and shout across the divide. Then we can whisper and hug our way to peace. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H9BHGZG5

  Daisies Unchained   We buried our dreams beneath a wreath of daisies   freed from their chains to mark the grave temporarily. Waiting for each daisy death to hide them for ever, unless someone has the key that will release them and make them flower again. https://spillwords.com/daisies-unchained/

  The Scale Of Things In the scale of things her notes are boundless the highs the lows mellow as yellow scatting higher or lower mellow as mirth then notes even higher even lower mellow as sunshine mellow as music when Cleo sings jazz in time and beyond scale. https://www.jerryjazzmusician.com/21-jazz-poems-on-the-21st-of-july-2026/

  Fabulous Faubus Soon we’ll be there back to those days when Faubus was fab when Klansmen were cool and swastikas were chic not shite. We’d thought it sorted, that That history had ended, that never again would mean never again and that Governor Faubus would stay ridiculous. Two, four, six, four just in time for the encore. https://www.breatheeveryone.net/posts/x28w55l7cgdscec-mmej8-h64wm-xm6fa-2sgym-8x3zb-xc8km

  Seed Shells   The first seeds were sown a long time ago. When these small seed shells burst open they were scattered locally. They grew patchily at first, in Palestine, in Israel, in Lebanon and throughout the Arab world. There were only little streams to irrigate and fertilise them, so they often failed to thrive. But that was then.   Now the shells have grown bigger and the seeds have flown further. Further and further. And the streams have grown wider and longer. And more nutritious.   When the seed shells have burst in this century, they found ground that was even more fertile. So more and more has come under cultivation, irrigated and fertilised now from rivers,   rivers of blood. So well irrigated, so well nurtured and tended that the patches of brown soil became rare indeed. But there were some. Later seeds spread wider over Gaza. As larger seed shells broke and splintered they found and colonised new areas   outside the brown patches where it was ...