Arliden the Bard
@arliden.bsky.social
I am an educator, atmospheric scientist, and poet.
My poetry: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:brm2o4aer5g7lh4lizarnjaw/feed/aaaifc4sou2de
My book: Love, Stars, and Paradigms. Available on Amazon.
Co-host of #QuickQuill (@quickquill.bsky.social)
My poetry: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:brm2o4aer5g7lh4lizarnjaw/feed/aaaifc4sou2de
My book: Love, Stars, and Paradigms. Available on Amazon.
Co-host of #QuickQuill (@quickquill.bsky.social)
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Arliden the Bard
@arliden.bsky.social
· Jan 31
let me feel your breath
arms collared around me
I want your lips
a whisper away
my hands
at rest on your hips
still. listen.
it's a heartbeat
that speeds and slows
just by the way
your eyes move
now
I am going to move
a little
closer
for nothing
shall come between us
#vss365
arms collared around me
I want your lips
a whisper away
my hands
at rest on your hips
still. listen.
it's a heartbeat
that speeds and slows
just by the way
your eyes move
now
I am going to move
a little
closer
for nothing
shall come between us
#vss365
the air... perfect
just the lightness of breeze
to cool caress the skin
and I'm holding
your hand
there is the sound
of an occasional car
the balderdash
of children
crickets, stars,
the whispering of trees,
and beams
of the ever-loving moon
and time?
what of it?
what of it?
I am with you
#vss365
just the lightness of breeze
to cool caress the skin
and I'm holding
your hand
there is the sound
of an occasional car
the balderdash
of children
crickets, stars,
the whispering of trees,
and beams
of the ever-loving moon
and time?
what of it?
what of it?
I am with you
#vss365
January 4, 2026 at 3:22 AM
the air... perfect
just the lightness of breeze
to cool caress the skin
and I'm holding
your hand
there is the sound
of an occasional car
the balderdash
of children
crickets, stars,
the whispering of trees,
and beams
of the ever-loving moon
and time?
what of it?
what of it?
I am with you
#vss365
just the lightness of breeze
to cool caress the skin
and I'm holding
your hand
there is the sound
of an occasional car
the balderdash
of children
crickets, stars,
the whispering of trees,
and beams
of the ever-loving moon
and time?
what of it?
what of it?
I am with you
#vss365
Now that Maduro has been captured, Trump can now lower their tariff from 30% to 25%. Phew!
January 3, 2026 at 4:52 PM
Now that Maduro has been captured, Trump can now lower their tariff from 30% to 25%. Phew!
Why can't an end
be as beautiful as the start?
Hurting hearts grow cold.
helpless
you watch beauty
diminish
like holding the rails
of a ship going down
thinking the whole time
of a future that won't happen
'til water
chokes your lungs
as you cry for the air
you once breathed easy
#SenseWrds 166
be as beautiful as the start?
Hurting hearts grow cold.
helpless
you watch beauty
diminish
like holding the rails
of a ship going down
thinking the whole time
of a future that won't happen
'til water
chokes your lungs
as you cry for the air
you once breathed easy
#SenseWrds 166
January 3, 2026 at 3:02 AM
Why can't an end
be as beautiful as the start?
Hurting hearts grow cold.
helpless
you watch beauty
diminish
like holding the rails
of a ship going down
thinking the whole time
of a future that won't happen
'til water
chokes your lungs
as you cry for the air
you once breathed easy
#SenseWrds 166
be as beautiful as the start?
Hurting hearts grow cold.
helpless
you watch beauty
diminish
like holding the rails
of a ship going down
thinking the whole time
of a future that won't happen
'til water
chokes your lungs
as you cry for the air
you once breathed easy
#SenseWrds 166
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A window of opportunities always available,
only for noticing…
It isn’t framed by time
but by attention.
Step closer and it widens;
turn away and it remains,
unchanged, patient.
What enters through it
is not luck,
but readiness—
the courage to see
what was never absent.
#HappyNewYear2026🥳🎉
only for noticing…
It isn’t framed by time
but by attention.
Step closer and it widens;
turn away and it remains,
unchanged, patient.
What enters through it
is not luck,
but readiness—
the courage to see
what was never absent.
#HappyNewYear2026🥳🎉
December 31, 2025 at 3:37 PM
A window of opportunities always available,
only for noticing…
It isn’t framed by time
but by attention.
Step closer and it widens;
turn away and it remains,
unchanged, patient.
What enters through it
is not luck,
but readiness—
the courage to see
what was never absent.
#HappyNewYear2026🥳🎉
only for noticing…
It isn’t framed by time
but by attention.
Step closer and it widens;
turn away and it remains,
unchanged, patient.
What enters through it
is not luck,
but readiness—
the courage to see
what was never absent.
#HappyNewYear2026🥳🎉
in pictures that ask for my lips,
in music you shared
as the baring of your soul,
in words of love to me,
I let them slide across my skin
laving my body
I spend my time
lost in these abstractions
it's all I have,
but more
the hunger for the real
of your touch,
is a claw
to this soft heart
#vss365
in music you shared
as the baring of your soul,
in words of love to me,
I let them slide across my skin
laving my body
I spend my time
lost in these abstractions
it's all I have,
but more
the hunger for the real
of your touch,
is a claw
to this soft heart
#vss365
January 3, 2026 at 2:46 AM
in pictures that ask for my lips,
in music you shared
as the baring of your soul,
in words of love to me,
I let them slide across my skin
laving my body
I spend my time
lost in these abstractions
it's all I have,
but more
the hunger for the real
of your touch,
is a claw
to this soft heart
#vss365
in music you shared
as the baring of your soul,
in words of love to me,
I let them slide across my skin
laving my body
I spend my time
lost in these abstractions
it's all I have,
but more
the hunger for the real
of your touch,
is a claw
to this soft heart
#vss365
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*
a midnight song just for your lips
with wild spark, breath
is no longer mine
As if stars letting go of the sky,
in your gaze.
Rough play turned
into something gentler,
that wild spark
I’ve come
to love in you
Do you know
#forgiveness_softly_spoken
#learning_you_again_by_touch
a midnight song just for your lips
with wild spark, breath
is no longer mine
As if stars letting go of the sky,
in your gaze.
Rough play turned
into something gentler,
that wild spark
I’ve come
to love in you
Do you know
#forgiveness_softly_spoken
#learning_you_again_by_touch
January 1, 2026 at 8:04 AM
*
a midnight song just for your lips
with wild spark, breath
is no longer mine
As if stars letting go of the sky,
in your gaze.
Rough play turned
into something gentler,
that wild spark
I’ve come
to love in you
Do you know
#forgiveness_softly_spoken
#learning_you_again_by_touch
a midnight song just for your lips
with wild spark, breath
is no longer mine
As if stars letting go of the sky,
in your gaze.
Rough play turned
into something gentler,
that wild spark
I’ve come
to love in you
Do you know
#forgiveness_softly_spoken
#learning_you_again_by_touch
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Stamina slowly waning
Time's audacious joke
Wearing down the fight
Weaving webs of woe
Light splinters through
Glitter upon silk threads
Abstract shapes take form
New tales born of will
#vss365 #inkMine #poetry
Time's audacious joke
Wearing down the fight
Weaving webs of woe
Light splinters through
Glitter upon silk threads
Abstract shapes take form
New tales born of will
#vss365 #inkMine #poetry
a national geographic logo is on the bottom of a screen
Alt: Spiderweb glittering in the sunlight.
media.tenor.com
January 2, 2026 at 7:17 PM
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
in conversation
his mind ripens
shifting the grayscale
towards abstraction
from his perspective
a plethora of colourways
come suddenly into view
my admiration glows
like a warm squeeze of honey
feeding my hummingbird heart
#Vss365 #abstraction
#BlueSkyPoets
#WritingCommunity
#writingprompts
his mind ripens
shifting the grayscale
towards abstraction
from his perspective
a plethora of colourways
come suddenly into view
my admiration glows
like a warm squeeze of honey
feeding my hummingbird heart
#Vss365 #abstraction
#BlueSkyPoets
#WritingCommunity
#writingprompts
January 2, 2026 at 8:11 PM
in conversation
his mind ripens
shifting the grayscale
towards abstraction
from his perspective
a plethora of colourways
come suddenly into view
my admiration glows
like a warm squeeze of honey
feeding my hummingbird heart
#Vss365 #abstraction
#BlueSkyPoets
#WritingCommunity
#writingprompts
his mind ripens
shifting the grayscale
towards abstraction
from his perspective
a plethora of colourways
come suddenly into view
my admiration glows
like a warm squeeze of honey
feeding my hummingbird heart
#Vss365 #abstraction
#BlueSkyPoets
#WritingCommunity
#writingprompts
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sly like a fox
mind games
one day
out of the blue
a boil sprang up
fed by a crooked life
spread to
his face
arms
then legs
he prayed for relief
an agnostic
begging an #abstraction
from his moral disease
instead
swallowed up his body
left him for dead
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
mind games
one day
out of the blue
a boil sprang up
fed by a crooked life
spread to
his face
arms
then legs
he prayed for relief
an agnostic
begging an #abstraction
from his moral disease
instead
swallowed up his body
left him for dead
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
January 2, 2026 at 8:41 PM
sly like a fox
mind games
one day
out of the blue
a boil sprang up
fed by a crooked life
spread to
his face
arms
then legs
he prayed for relief
an agnostic
begging an #abstraction
from his moral disease
instead
swallowed up his body
left him for dead
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
mind games
one day
out of the blue
a boil sprang up
fed by a crooked life
spread to
his face
arms
then legs
he prayed for relief
an agnostic
begging an #abstraction
from his moral disease
instead
swallowed up his body
left him for dead
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
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Abstraction made
Of the foggy breath
Frozen finger tips
And numb toes
A brain that seems
To function slower
Than usual
I think everything
Is alright
If only I could
Find my way back
Through this forest
But the snow
Has covered my path
And I can’t seem to find
My way back
#vss365 #BSPP49 #poem
Of the foggy breath
Frozen finger tips
And numb toes
A brain that seems
To function slower
Than usual
I think everything
Is alright
If only I could
Find my way back
Through this forest
But the snow
Has covered my path
And I can’t seem to find
My way back
#vss365 #BSPP49 #poem
January 2, 2026 at 9:07 PM
It's because they only see being a patron of the arts for the status they think it gives them. They don't truly understand art and the role it plays in society.
For additional proof, look at the way they cut the arts across the board in education and somehow want artists to love them.
For additional proof, look at the way they cut the arts across the board in education and somehow want artists to love them.
Draining the Kennedy center of whatever prestige it had and then complaining when acts stop showing up is a great way the right wing outrage cycle is self-perpetuating. They’re always mad that their attempts to infiltrate the arts always ends with people bailing and not coming back
This is not hard. Artists are not responsible for ensuring the Kennedy Center remains relevant and successful. The center’s board is responsible for that, in a fiduciary way. All of this energy being directed at artists should be re-directed at the board.
December 30, 2025 at 5:40 PM
It's because they only see being a patron of the arts for the status they think it gives them. They don't truly understand art and the role it plays in society.
For additional proof, look at the way they cut the arts across the board in education and somehow want artists to love them.
For additional proof, look at the way they cut the arts across the board in education and somehow want artists to love them.
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
the simplicity
of a lake
its surface
a mirror of sky
the quiet company
of tall pines
they are the edge
of our world
howls and prowls
are in the past
only the growls
of hunger
a cabin
a weekend
whose sole purpose
is please
want begins with a look
and we know each other's mind
perfectly
#vss365
of a lake
its surface
a mirror of sky
the quiet company
of tall pines
they are the edge
of our world
howls and prowls
are in the past
only the growls
of hunger
a cabin
a weekend
whose sole purpose
is please
want begins with a look
and we know each other's mind
perfectly
#vss365
December 30, 2025 at 5:30 AM
the simplicity
of a lake
its surface
a mirror of sky
the quiet company
of tall pines
they are the edge
of our world
howls and prowls
are in the past
only the growls
of hunger
a cabin
a weekend
whose sole purpose
is please
want begins with a look
and we know each other's mind
perfectly
#vss365
of a lake
its surface
a mirror of sky
the quiet company
of tall pines
they are the edge
of our world
howls and prowls
are in the past
only the growls
of hunger
a cabin
a weekend
whose sole purpose
is please
want begins with a look
and we know each other's mind
perfectly
#vss365
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
There are stones beneath my #sole. There’s no relief in ice, no rest in sitting. Then you say, two steps ahead: there is no stone; you just want the path to hurt so you can stop.
But then why hurt when I sit?
Because guilt needles the same as fear stabs.
What do I do?
Love the journey again.
#vss365
But then why hurt when I sit?
Because guilt needles the same as fear stabs.
What do I do?
Love the journey again.
#vss365
December 30, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
The dawn softly speaks
a promise of brand‑new light
time begins to bloom
regret would be to miss this
the beginning of all days
#vss365 #regret #tanka #Poetry #Micropoetry
#Nature #Naturephotography
#Sky #Clouds #Sunrise #GoldenHour
#Photography #Skyphotography #Naturelovers
a promise of brand‑new light
time begins to bloom
regret would be to miss this
the beginning of all days
#vss365 #regret #tanka #Poetry #Micropoetry
#Nature #Naturephotography
#Sky #Clouds #Sunrise #GoldenHour
#Photography #Skyphotography #Naturelovers
December 18, 2025 at 8:59 AM
The dawn softly speaks
a promise of brand‑new light
time begins to bloom
regret would be to miss this
the beginning of all days
#vss365 #regret #tanka #Poetry #Micropoetry
#Nature #Naturephotography
#Sky #Clouds #Sunrise #GoldenHour
#Photography #Skyphotography #Naturelovers
a promise of brand‑new light
time begins to bloom
regret would be to miss this
the beginning of all days
#vss365 #regret #tanka #Poetry #Micropoetry
#Nature #Naturephotography
#Sky #Clouds #Sunrise #GoldenHour
#Photography #Skyphotography #Naturelovers
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
On Mars
the hush of old thought lingers
the red soil
bears the weight of forgotten gods
a lone soul walks
a seeker without name
searching
for the first spark of being
and in the quiet dust
the cosmos murmurs
that wisdom
is only the shadow of wonder
#vss365 #mars #poetry #blueskypoets
the hush of old thought lingers
the red soil
bears the weight of forgotten gods
a lone soul walks
a seeker without name
searching
for the first spark of being
and in the quiet dust
the cosmos murmurs
that wisdom
is only the shadow of wonder
#vss365 #mars #poetry #blueskypoets
December 28, 2025 at 10:37 AM
On Mars
the hush of old thought lingers
the red soil
bears the weight of forgotten gods
a lone soul walks
a seeker without name
searching
for the first spark of being
and in the quiet dust
the cosmos murmurs
that wisdom
is only the shadow of wonder
#vss365 #mars #poetry #blueskypoets
the hush of old thought lingers
the red soil
bears the weight of forgotten gods
a lone soul walks
a seeker without name
searching
for the first spark of being
and in the quiet dust
the cosmos murmurs
that wisdom
is only the shadow of wonder
#vss365 #mars #poetry #blueskypoets
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“..The #universe does not wait — it responds. Every thought, every emotion, every intention sends a signal into the field, shaping circumstances, #opportunities, and the #unfolding of your lived #experience.."
www.amazon.ca/dp/1990110282
www.amazon.ca/dp/1990110282
December 27, 2025 at 7:16 PM
“..The #universe does not wait — it responds. Every thought, every emotion, every intention sends a signal into the field, shaping circumstances, #opportunities, and the #unfolding of your lived #experience.."
www.amazon.ca/dp/1990110282
www.amazon.ca/dp/1990110282
I lied when I said it was your lips once not before you left. It was the #air that passes from your lungs to mine when we kiss. For if I must hold my breath until I see you again, I'd rather my blood felt you as it courses through my lungs; my heart pumping you out to the rest of my body.
#vss365
#vss365
December 28, 2025 at 9:59 PM
in the relentless dark
light sneaks in through seams
'tween creaking beams
the smell of wood
and moisture
and time
the future of a fly
struggling in a web
stuck by strands
the cruelty
of enough movement
to have hope
all is decided
just a matter of when
& it breaks one's heart
to watch
#vss365
light sneaks in through seams
'tween creaking beams
the smell of wood
and moisture
and time
the future of a fly
struggling in a web
stuck by strands
the cruelty
of enough movement
to have hope
all is decided
just a matter of when
& it breaks one's heart
to watch
#vss365
December 27, 2025 at 4:48 AM
in the relentless dark
light sneaks in through seams
'tween creaking beams
the smell of wood
and moisture
and time
the future of a fly
struggling in a web
stuck by strands
the cruelty
of enough movement
to have hope
all is decided
just a matter of when
& it breaks one's heart
to watch
#vss365
light sneaks in through seams
'tween creaking beams
the smell of wood
and moisture
and time
the future of a fly
struggling in a web
stuck by strands
the cruelty
of enough movement
to have hope
all is decided
just a matter of when
& it breaks one's heart
to watch
#vss365
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'Memoriae Luminis'
A warm wind whispers
over the winter pond
whistling in the frozen reeds
evoking a tonal hush.
Our world awakens.
Stretching into its daily rhythm,
following a path
yet
without vigor,
without enthusiasm,
without urgency,
or lush passion.
Mechanics continue,
1/
A warm wind whispers
over the winter pond
whistling in the frozen reeds
evoking a tonal hush.
Our world awakens.
Stretching into its daily rhythm,
following a path
yet
without vigor,
without enthusiasm,
without urgency,
or lush passion.
Mechanics continue,
1/
December 26, 2025 at 11:32 PM
'Memoriae Luminis'
A warm wind whispers
over the winter pond
whistling in the frozen reeds
evoking a tonal hush.
Our world awakens.
Stretching into its daily rhythm,
following a path
yet
without vigor,
without enthusiasm,
without urgency,
or lush passion.
Mechanics continue,
1/
A warm wind whispers
over the winter pond
whistling in the frozen reeds
evoking a tonal hush.
Our world awakens.
Stretching into its daily rhythm,
following a path
yet
without vigor,
without enthusiasm,
without urgency,
or lush passion.
Mechanics continue,
1/
it was only a matter of time
the symbiosis would evolve
the pain of apart
becomes too hard to survive
I'd like to believe
it was as perfect as it all seemed
that we wrote a beautiful story
borne of a truly wonderful love
that if the dreams
were just too much
it's because
we couldn't touch
#vss365
the symbiosis would evolve
the pain of apart
becomes too hard to survive
I'd like to believe
it was as perfect as it all seemed
that we wrote a beautiful story
borne of a truly wonderful love
that if the dreams
were just too much
it's because
we couldn't touch
#vss365
December 26, 2025 at 3:56 AM
it was only a matter of time
the symbiosis would evolve
the pain of apart
becomes too hard to survive
I'd like to believe
it was as perfect as it all seemed
that we wrote a beautiful story
borne of a truly wonderful love
that if the dreams
were just too much
it's because
we couldn't touch
#vss365
the symbiosis would evolve
the pain of apart
becomes too hard to survive
I'd like to believe
it was as perfect as it all seemed
that we wrote a beautiful story
borne of a truly wonderful love
that if the dreams
were just too much
it's because
we couldn't touch
#vss365
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Reposted by Arliden the Bard
For a brief
Time they
Speculated
That the discovery
Of the Higgs Boson
Was the end
Of physics,
But was it the
End when you
Found what
Was weighing
You down,
Or just the
Beginning?
#poetry
Time they
Speculated
That the discovery
Of the Higgs Boson
Was the end
Of physics,
But was it the
End when you
Found what
Was weighing
You down,
Or just the
Beginning?
#poetry
December 24, 2025 at 7:45 PM
For a brief
Time they
Speculated
That the discovery
Of the Higgs Boson
Was the end
Of physics,
But was it the
End when you
Found what
Was weighing
You down,
Or just the
Beginning?
#poetry
Time they
Speculated
That the discovery
Of the Higgs Boson
Was the end
Of physics,
But was it the
End when you
Found what
Was weighing
You down,
Or just the
Beginning?
#poetry