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  Promises Promises History has imagined so many utopias, all those promises, so many promises, all re-imagined again for the utopia of Israel by the early Kibbutz movement. Simplicity and co-operation   all in one harmonious state. They believed they could achieve it, believed they could set an example for the whole world to follow. But look where it has taken them. They believed such monsters were defeated, starved, dead, buried with stakes through their hearts, but they were sleeping amongst them and being fattened by them ready   to rise   in power again. Only the promises are resting in peace starved burned buried in rubble with stakes through their hearts. https://www.orenaugmountainpoetry.net/2026/07/promises-promises.html
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  One Day One day I’ll see through the mist. One day I’ll find you again and uncover what I let slip away and become lost in the fog and the forest. One day I’ll stop searching and greet the mist with a smile and watch it fade away   before it envelops me. One day I’ll greet the sun again as the mist clears one day at a time. https://inalove.world/2026/07/23/one-day/
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  The Rock Pool Just a small gap in the cliff side, dry and bare. Then in came the sea on a high tide washing over it, some staying   behind leaving a little pool of salt water, full of life filling the gap, bringing it alive temporarily. https://writingcafejournal.com/poem.php?slug=the-rock-pool
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  Suffer The Little Children Poets are dangerous. Naming the dead   leads to arrest. The killing   of some, by some is fine, unlike the threatening nature of reading a poem. And the unmentionables, the nameless children, must suffer silently. Poets are ‘The Brave’ in Scotland today. Poetry is dangerous. https://newversenews.blogspot.com/2026/07/suffer-little-children.html
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  Orion’s Belt Orion is back.   He’s hunting again, his sword sharpened, his belt tightened. The animals insects   birds fish are all falling. And this time Gaia thinks not even the scorpion will survive. But she still has some hope   and pins it on the cockroach as she loosens his belt again. https://jayzomondarkmyth.com/darkmythproductions/theworldofmyth/149/poems/007.html
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  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
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  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
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