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
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Can I quietly ask we stop talking about what "AI" *could* do in education and identify instead what's actually happening with AI in education? I'll start...
November 15, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Can I quietly ask we stop talking about what "AI" *could* do in education and identify instead what's actually happening with AI in education? I'll start...
I watched you fly
into the past or future, I know not
I now hold the threads
twigs, & twine
you were a universe
and I could have been
more curious
but there was too much know
and questions
were best left to science
everything now is looking back
I remember your warmth
always
on cold days
#vss365
into the past or future, I know not
I now hold the threads
twigs, & twine
you were a universe
and I could have been
more curious
but there was too much know
and questions
were best left to science
everything now is looking back
I remember your warmth
always
on cold days
#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 5:05 AM
I watched you fly
into the past or future, I know not
I now hold the threads
twigs, & twine
you were a universe
and I could have been
more curious
but there was too much know
and questions
were best left to science
everything now is looking back
I remember your warmth
always
on cold days
#vss365
into the past or future, I know not
I now hold the threads
twigs, & twine
you were a universe
and I could have been
more curious
but there was too much know
and questions
were best left to science
everything now is looking back
I remember your warmth
always
on cold days
#vss365
I believe no myth
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 4:25 AM
I believe no myth
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
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her poetry fades
when technique
takes hold
leaving the rules
she steps into the wild
where tongue falters
& taught skills
begin to melt like wax
dripping back
into the rawness
of first wonder
only then maybe
does #myth return
as truth
& verse distills
bare in primal light
#vss365 #poetry
when technique
takes hold
leaving the rules
she steps into the wild
where tongue falters
& taught skills
begin to melt like wax
dripping back
into the rawness
of first wonder
only then maybe
does #myth return
as truth
& verse distills
bare in primal light
#vss365 #poetry
November 12, 2025 at 11:15 AM
life is a wander
to catch light
when I was hit by yours
I got caught in you
and if you wonder
about my poetry
why I'm always writing...
well there is no way
to measure this love
except by imperfect words
whose meanings whirl
at the stirring of my heart
my darling, you are forever
my art
#vss365
to catch light
when I was hit by yours
I got caught in you
and if you wonder
about my poetry
why I'm always writing...
well there is no way
to measure this love
except by imperfect words
whose meanings whirl
at the stirring of my heart
my darling, you are forever
my art
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 3:43 AM
life is a wander
to catch light
when I was hit by yours
I got caught in you
and if you wonder
about my poetry
why I'm always writing...
well there is no way
to measure this love
except by imperfect words
whose meanings whirl
at the stirring of my heart
my darling, you are forever
my art
#vss365
to catch light
when I was hit by yours
I got caught in you
and if you wonder
about my poetry
why I'm always writing...
well there is no way
to measure this love
except by imperfect words
whose meanings whirl
at the stirring of my heart
my darling, you are forever
my art
#vss365
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"Stretch. More," mother snapped. She laid the branch along Reah's arm. "That won't do." Her head shook as she turned back to weaving. "We'll discuss your wings again when the #measure is two chill autumns wrist to shoulder." Her tone suggested it was Reah's fault, and not for lack of hugs.
#vss365
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 2:56 AM
you take
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 3:47 AM
you take
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
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Her thoughts slip past law’s sunlit shallows
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 3:22 AM
Her thoughts slip past law’s sunlit shallows
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
my eyelids
became a great weight
& aqueous turned to glue
my love for you
kept the fingertips of my mind
clinging, holding on
at the edge of sleep
so I could speak to you
in plain language
how can I lose consciousness
when you are in it?
still
sleep will come
& rest my hope in dreams
#vss365
became a great weight
& aqueous turned to glue
my love for you
kept the fingertips of my mind
clinging, holding on
at the edge of sleep
so I could speak to you
in plain language
how can I lose consciousness
when you are in it?
still
sleep will come
& rest my hope in dreams
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 4:40 AM
my eyelids
became a great weight
& aqueous turned to glue
my love for you
kept the fingertips of my mind
clinging, holding on
at the edge of sleep
so I could speak to you
in plain language
how can I lose consciousness
when you are in it?
still
sleep will come
& rest my hope in dreams
#vss365
became a great weight
& aqueous turned to glue
my love for you
kept the fingertips of my mind
clinging, holding on
at the edge of sleep
so I could speak to you
in plain language
how can I lose consciousness
when you are in it?
still
sleep will come
& rest my hope in dreams
#vss365
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This is Just to Say
I have ruined
the workplace
with my very presence
and which
you were probably
using
for bro time
Forgive me
it’s like a
Montessori preschool
in here now
I have ruined
the workplace
with my very presence
and which
you were probably
using
for bro time
Forgive me
it’s like a
Montessori preschool
in here now
November 7, 2025 at 3:16 PM
This is Just to Say
I have ruined
the workplace
with my very presence
and which
you were probably
using
for bro time
Forgive me
it’s like a
Montessori preschool
in here now
I have ruined
the workplace
with my very presence
and which
you were probably
using
for bro time
Forgive me
it’s like a
Montessori preschool
in here now
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my river slows
trees collect old things
their falling leaves, feathers
from the pilgrimage
of passing wings
the earth turns quietly
i hear the geese…
groves that once
sang ballads
are humming hymns
rain shivers on my skin
brittle leaves dance the wind
trees collect old things
their falling leaves, feathers
from the pilgrimage
of passing wings
the earth turns quietly
i hear the geese…
groves that once
sang ballads
are humming hymns
rain shivers on my skin
brittle leaves dance the wind
November 8, 2025 at 3:27 PM
my river slows
trees collect old things
their falling leaves, feathers
from the pilgrimage
of passing wings
the earth turns quietly
i hear the geese…
groves that once
sang ballads
are humming hymns
rain shivers on my skin
brittle leaves dance the wind
trees collect old things
their falling leaves, feathers
from the pilgrimage
of passing wings
the earth turns quietly
i hear the geese…
groves that once
sang ballads
are humming hymns
rain shivers on my skin
brittle leaves dance the wind
I'm beset by matters of geography
it is not that my knowledge
is too little, but rather, too much
I know the lay of the land
and long roads between
how it all bends and winds
far away
to the sea
but the explorer in me
only needs my hands
to traverse
the peaks and valleys
of your body
#vss365
it is not that my knowledge
is too little, but rather, too much
I know the lay of the land
and long roads between
how it all bends and winds
far away
to the sea
but the explorer in me
only needs my hands
to traverse
the peaks and valleys
of your body
#vss365
November 7, 2025 at 4:16 AM
I'm beset by matters of geography
it is not that my knowledge
is too little, but rather, too much
I know the lay of the land
and long roads between
how it all bends and winds
far away
to the sea
but the explorer in me
only needs my hands
to traverse
the peaks and valleys
of your body
#vss365
it is not that my knowledge
is too little, but rather, too much
I know the lay of the land
and long roads between
how it all bends and winds
far away
to the sea
but the explorer in me
only needs my hands
to traverse
the peaks and valleys
of your body
#vss365
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Her fingertips pluck the strings of the universe, her harp. Vibrations ripple and roar to a crescendo ripping through stars, violently birthing the #geography of her new favorite planet. Her lullaby meanders away and returns to her heart. How silent and still it will be when she rests. #vss365
November 7, 2025 at 3:22 AM
Her fingertips pluck the strings of the universe, her harp. Vibrations ripple and roar to a crescendo ripping through stars, violently birthing the #geography of her new favorite planet. Her lullaby meanders away and returns to her heart. How silent and still it will be when she rests. #vss365
I don't disagree that divisiveness does create extremes on both sides as a natural reaction. That being said, my experience with centrists is they A) don't realize how far to the right politics have been pulled in this country that most democratic politicians represent at best, centrist policies 1/
No place for centrists: The polarization of American political parties has been driven by a process of complimentary radicalization—a dynamic in which ideological extremism within one party provokes and reinforces extremism within the other.
November 3, 2025 at 11:49 PM
I don't disagree that divisiveness does create extremes on both sides as a natural reaction. That being said, my experience with centrists is they A) don't realize how far to the right politics have been pulled in this country that most democratic politicians represent at best, centrist policies 1/
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Today's #whistpr #dailyprompt is #bones. I have the perfect poem for it: "Keep Going," written November 2024, right after the #US #election. It is one of three poems of mine recently selected for @chaossectionpoetry.bsky.social's upcoming issue.
#poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #photography
#poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #photography
October 26, 2025 at 4:16 PM
I knew from the argent light
that peeked around the curtain
that you were a brightness
not long hid
even light
takes time to travel
but I knew you
in particles
and I could feel you
in waves
every photon from you
felt like a gift
you radiate
and if I absorb
so must I emit,
love
#vss365
that peeked around the curtain
that you were a brightness
not long hid
even light
takes time to travel
but I knew you
in particles
and I could feel you
in waves
every photon from you
felt like a gift
you radiate
and if I absorb
so must I emit,
love
#vss365
October 30, 2025 at 2:41 AM
I knew from the argent light
that peeked around the curtain
that you were a brightness
not long hid
even light
takes time to travel
but I knew you
in particles
and I could feel you
in waves
every photon from you
felt like a gift
you radiate
and if I absorb
so must I emit,
love
#vss365
that peeked around the curtain
that you were a brightness
not long hid
even light
takes time to travel
but I knew you
in particles
and I could feel you
in waves
every photon from you
felt like a gift
you radiate
and if I absorb
so must I emit,
love
#vss365
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the book of the sea lies open
on the altar of limestone
where a strange charm lingers
at the source of the indefinable
the palimpsest falls mute
yet in the voice of colors
#argent gleams of exile burn
as order & mystery coexist
the book of the universe
remains open
#vss365 #poetry
on the altar of limestone
where a strange charm lingers
at the source of the indefinable
the palimpsest falls mute
yet in the voice of colors
#argent gleams of exile burn
as order & mystery coexist
the book of the universe
remains open
#vss365 #poetry
October 29, 2025 at 10:16 AM
Good news. Inflation isn't as high as they thought it would be...so you're only slightly more screwed heading into the holiday season. Nevermind the fact that Trump promised to end inflation on Day 1, and make America affordable again. I mean wages could rise faster, but that's not happening either.
October 24, 2025 at 6:40 PM
Good news. Inflation isn't as high as they thought it would be...so you're only slightly more screwed heading into the holiday season. Nevermind the fact that Trump promised to end inflation on Day 1, and make America affordable again. I mean wages could rise faster, but that's not happening either.
an energy
a light
in beams as an arrow
in waves
undulating
up
& down
a heat
unseen but felt
a gentle pull
of a magnet
far
but also the intense
attraction
of a magnet
close
& I am sure
there is music
that I'm dancing
that all is quiet
and at peace
now you know
how it is
when I look at you
#vss365
a light
in beams as an arrow
in waves
undulating
up
& down
a heat
unseen but felt
a gentle pull
of a magnet
far
but also the intense
attraction
of a magnet
close
& I am sure
there is music
that I'm dancing
that all is quiet
and at peace
now you know
how it is
when I look at you
#vss365
October 24, 2025 at 2:36 AM
an energy
a light
in beams as an arrow
in waves
undulating
up
& down
a heat
unseen but felt
a gentle pull
of a magnet
far
but also the intense
attraction
of a magnet
close
& I am sure
there is music
that I'm dancing
that all is quiet
and at peace
now you know
how it is
when I look at you
#vss365
a light
in beams as an arrow
in waves
undulating
up
& down
a heat
unseen but felt
a gentle pull
of a magnet
far
but also the intense
attraction
of a magnet
close
& I am sure
there is music
that I'm dancing
that all is quiet
and at peace
now you know
how it is
when I look at you
#vss365
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my mind far away
as a leaf on the strong wind
in another place,
falling and hoping for ground
to stay me, saved from #abyss
#haikufeels #haiku #tanka #poem #poetry #pmdd #ptsd #SeasonalDepression #neurodivergence #mentalhealth #photography
as a leaf on the strong wind
in another place,
falling and hoping for ground
to stay me, saved from #abyss
#haikufeels #haiku #tanka #poem #poetry #pmdd #ptsd #SeasonalDepression #neurodivergence #mentalhealth #photography
October 22, 2025 at 5:52 PM
my mind far away
as a leaf on the strong wind
in another place,
falling and hoping for ground
to stay me, saved from #abyss
#haikufeels #haiku #tanka #poem #poetry #pmdd #ptsd #SeasonalDepression #neurodivergence #mentalhealth #photography
as a leaf on the strong wind
in another place,
falling and hoping for ground
to stay me, saved from #abyss
#haikufeels #haiku #tanka #poem #poetry #pmdd #ptsd #SeasonalDepression #neurodivergence #mentalhealth #photography
There are complaints to be made about big pharma, but if you think you are supporting a grass roots movement supporting RFK, Jr. you are fooling yourself. The drive for money from corporations making nutritional supplements is just as great without being rooted in science. apnews.com/article/vacc...
Anti-science bills hit statehouses, stripping away public health protections built over a century
More than 420 anti-science bills attacking longstanding public health protections – vaccines, milk safety and fluoride – have been introduced in statehouses across the U.S. this year.
apnews.com
October 21, 2025 at 5:03 PM
There are complaints to be made about big pharma, but if you think you are supporting a grass roots movement supporting RFK, Jr. you are fooling yourself. The drive for money from corporations making nutritional supplements is just as great without being rooted in science. apnews.com/article/vacc...
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Wading downstream from half a life led loose
All its wreckage bobbing by in the mind
Whimsical-like in the dappled light of memory
A bored and distant inner sun
Keeps checking his watch
It's almost quitting time
#poetry
All its wreckage bobbing by in the mind
Whimsical-like in the dappled light of memory
A bored and distant inner sun
Keeps checking his watch
It's almost quitting time
#poetry
September 2, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Wading downstream from half a life led loose
All its wreckage bobbing by in the mind
Whimsical-like in the dappled light of memory
A bored and distant inner sun
Keeps checking his watch
It's almost quitting time
#poetry
All its wreckage bobbing by in the mind
Whimsical-like in the dappled light of memory
A bored and distant inner sun
Keeps checking his watch
It's almost quitting time
#poetry
there is a moment
in the silence
between exhale
and inhale
when no more
than the breadth
of an atom
lies between our lips
the anticipation peaks
and subsides
at once
and my hand
smooth sliding
along your back
electrons excite
the heat
sustains me
I shall let it burn
through the night
#vss365
in the silence
between exhale
and inhale
when no more
than the breadth
of an atom
lies between our lips
the anticipation peaks
and subsides
at once
and my hand
smooth sliding
along your back
electrons excite
the heat
sustains me
I shall let it burn
through the night
#vss365
October 21, 2025 at 3:16 AM
there is a moment
in the silence
between exhale
and inhale
when no more
than the breadth
of an atom
lies between our lips
the anticipation peaks
and subsides
at once
and my hand
smooth sliding
along your back
electrons excite
the heat
sustains me
I shall let it burn
through the night
#vss365
in the silence
between exhale
and inhale
when no more
than the breadth
of an atom
lies between our lips
the anticipation peaks
and subsides
at once
and my hand
smooth sliding
along your back
electrons excite
the heat
sustains me
I shall let it burn
through the night
#vss365
