Last night I dreamed a wonderful new word.
This morning I awoke and wrote it down.
I knew it had a power which, once heard,
Could bring an end to fighting in the town.
I sold my gun to buy a megaphone
And spread the word across the battlefield.
To my delight I saw their weapons thrown
Upon the ground. By evening peace was sealed.
They said I was a hero, set me high,
And drank my health a hundred thousand times.
But soon enough the drink made tempers fly –
I wake before old feuds beget new crimes.
I cannot sleep, hearing the town scream.
Waking up this morning was a dream.
Dave Kingsbury
a nomad in cyberspace 
Love this poem!
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Thank you. Story poems offer an alternative to direct preaching!
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Good dream. ..
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Thanks. The ones I like best resemble films where you become your own director!
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Ha ha…good 😃
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I wish someone would dream up something that works.
Nice dream Dave.
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Cheers, Opher! Don’t know about you, but I’ve lost count of the conversations I’ve had putting the world to rights …
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Hi , I saw your comment on somebody ‘s post , then your profile and I was curious so here I am , not regreting to check you at all, this is just so inspiring^^
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Glad you liked it, Jade! May try more poems, always good for a quick and intense post. Will check out your site, too.
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