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BardPharts
@bardpharts.bsky.social
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Writing Poetry. Drinking Red Wine.
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Treasure
Treasure These hidden jewels and gold, and all that buried treasure seemingly lost forever, stories never to be told. Cleverly hidden booty with a map and a letter, would make our lives much better. But they carry no beauty. Treasures discarded in time, random action’s deposit, no thoughts on future profit nor worries about past crime. We seek through our lives for gold, yet often forget our place, our kin, it’s time to embrace and watch our joy unfold. @BardPharts 27 August 2025
January 30, 2026 at 4:39 PM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Traffic
Traffic We move together then pause, together, apart, together. We don’t speak at all, being deferential, advance at a crawl. Polite wave at times, we follow the lines, and those endless signs. All these commuters lead by computers, avoiding scooters. Stuck in tin boxes, fools try to shock us, at times obnoxious. At lights, turning left is really quite deft, not leave me bereft. This road I know well, scenery I dwell, home soon, I can tell. @BardPharts 28 November 2025
January 27, 2026 at 12:14 PM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #TheMoon
The Moon As this full moon crosses the night sky, it drags silent tides through dark cold oceans and loftily watches lost empires die. A noble reign in eternal motion. Some nights very bright, yet at times too shy, this satellite triggers deep emotion. One day we should visit, then, when we fly up there, we’ll surely find a commotion. Its surprised look, strange after all these years, that man has needed to avoid the glares. For so long it has surveyed its own domain, when our time’s finished, it still will remain. Hanging, suspended as if by magic, this satellite, eternal, nomadic. @BardPharts 4 December 2025
January 25, 2026 at 11:54 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #TheMatch
The Match Off the post! Recovered on the rebound, pass it up the wing, beat the defender. Our team moves forward, covers some ground, cross to the centre, margins are slender. Deflected by a head, into the net, keeper bravely stretched, helplessly. One nil down, get even, there’s still time yet, just need to keep on playing, breathlessly. One team defends their lead, other attacks, back and forth, round and round the football goes, player on the ground, rolling. Foul! Free kick! Over the wall, in the box, don’t relax, Yes! Back of the net, the defence just froze. For man of the match, he’s our only pick! @BardPharts 15 December 2025
January 23, 2026 at 8:40 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Dentist
The Dentist Patiently sit, at the dentist waiting, hating, as it mounts my anxiety Entirety of skirting needs painting grating shrill noises, a variety coming from the door, undeniably, privately I’m not happy with fretting, frigging mistake this cold sobriety. Invited in to stare at the lighting, leaning back in the chair, I open wide, delighted me there’s no further filling. Rinsing with the pink liquid finally, the painful bit is always the billing. @BardPharts 5 November 2025
January 20, 2026 at 2:38 PM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Snoring
Snoring Lying here listening to the snoring, as the hour long seconds slowly pass, It all becomes a little boring soothing sleep still evades me alas this whole thing is annoyingly crass all of a sudden the light of dawn it appears I have slept, now I yawn. @BardPharts 8 October 2025
January 18, 2026 at 1:10 PM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Seascape
Seascape A vast sea, I see before me and all its horizontal lines, drawn by the wind and tide so free. Our eyes might see higher designs, sun on stratified grey clouds shines. Layers stacked up high as can be, each moment’s different, I guarantee. @BardPharts 13 November 2025
January 13, 2026 at 9:38 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Sculpture
Sculpture This frail sculptor finishes his latest sculpture, skilled, measured hands extricate beauty from inane, adding to our wonderful artistic culture. His lonely dark struggle, to perfection obtain, birthing elegant liquid stone through mental strain this marble masterpiece stands alone, prestigious. We may stand and stare for a while, till it hits us. @BardPharts 16 September 2025
January 12, 2026 at 12:03 PM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #KingsArms
King’s Arms This public house, this old inn, standing here, since time long gone. Joyous commotion within, fat elbows to rest upon. Happy careless patrons with P’s & Q’s un-minded, sticky floors, smart white aprons, good beds and food provided. Continuity’s the theme, pub signs hung by Richard Two, show us where we meet the team, to our history we must be true. Homemade food and home brewed beer Gossip, politics, who’s who? Lively warm room full of cheer, in this world there’s nothing new. @BardPharts 10 December 2025
January 10, 2026 at 11:14 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Justice
Justice Pretend that you comprehend and also transcend this blend. Then recommend you attend, you condescend, yet intend to bend, to defend your friend? You’ll need to extend your spend, lend, expend that we depend, amend? Suspend might offend! Unfriend then others’ll befriend. Then fend, tend, contend our end, then send, mend and apprehend to darkness we descend. Rend! @BardPharts 18 December 2025
January 8, 2026 at 10:12 AM
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#Poetry #poetryCommunity #Diligence
Diligence Tales of post-chaise to London, three pounds, three days, tired horses! Broken wheels, jolts so sudden, sore back, headache, no pauses. Muddy roads, highway robbers, want and must make us travel. Farm agents, wives and scholars, slow carriage beats the saddle. @BardPharts 10 December 2025
January 7, 2026 at 9:44 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Devil'sWork
Devil’s Work Revenge tears at the soul, just breathe, breathe slowly out, and now, let it all go, relax, no need to shout. Now, is no time to pout. Yield not to the devil, stoop not to their level. @BardPharts 21 December 2025
January 6, 2026 at 1:17 PM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Allotment
Allotment This bounteous autumnal allotment full to bursting with glorious surplus. Creates quite a cultivated statement, where recreation, its only purpose. After a seasonal weeding circus, like a vegetable growing pioneer. With great cheer, we’re now ready for next year. @BardPharts 11 September 2025
January 5, 2026 at 8:45 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #AlaMode
A la Mode Wake of a boat is not unlike fashion, firstly, disturbs the calm of the present, hot propulsion driven by a passion, leaves a long trail, at best effervescent. This ribbon of flattened water, such pride, familiarity then breeds contempt. This scorn, always a certain guide, so unfashionable that part unkempt. But much later, as the churning eases, the cooling of this eternal bubbling, as those intricate patterns emerged. Nothing more worldly that better pleases, than choose a trendy style that is humbling, bearing in mind, great style’s never submerged. @BardPharts 18 December 2025
January 4, 2026 at 10:54 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Snowflake
Snowflake Small, it starts, falling almost invisible slowly coalescing. One so very fragile, visually compelling, many formidable. Winter scene is pleasing, so irresistible. @BardPharts 22 December 2025
January 3, 2026 at 8:51 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Hedonistmas
Hedonistmas All year treats keep coming, with no delay, a little something here, a little there You want it? Don’t wait, get it now! Today! Spoil ourselves and spoil the Earth, you don’t care! What special thing do you want for Christmas? Recalls our youthful anticipation, to share this glorious pride within us and unexpected imagination. But now that our children want for nothing and our youthful exuberance has now dulled, we await ‘The Sales’ not sure of our need. With Christmas complete, back to the shopping, into this unsustainable world, lulled, civilisations die from excess greed. @BardPharts 23 December 2025
January 2, 2026 at 8:43 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #TrueChristmas
True Christmas It approaches quite slowly, with building anxiety, preparations starting all too late for the gaiety. Chocolates, sherry, mince pies and turkey, such variety, trimmings and excesses expected by society. Join the celebration, abandon your sobriety. Try to ignore the waste and embrace our satiety, decorate the whole house while forgetting our piety. But whatever you do, forget not the Christmas Tree! @BardPharts 22 December 2025
January 1, 2026 at 9:13 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Scarborough
Scarborough Victorian treasures delight our eye. Ghostly castle watches over the town, surveying the vast sea from on high and the docked boats bobbing up and down. The brown sea slaps against grey heavy sky, briefly, bold white crests appear, turn to foam to brighten this dull scene, they can but try. Spray flies off at jaunty angles, wind blown. At first bleak, now such colour greets the eye. Greys, blues and greens I could never have known. Waves splash in, then reflected in reply. A red fishing boat off shore all alone. It’s here people come to fish and paddle, in short summer months that the sun caressed, allows them all to throw off their shackle and a sweet young poet is laid to rest. @BardPharts 12 November 2025
December 31, 2025 at 10:07 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Resilience
Resilience I wander the lonely corridors of my mind. At times it’s quite homely, not sure what I might find. Staring at memories hung on these endless walls, like haunting melodies that distant past recalls. I can take these clichés, arrange them as I must, let them show me a way to make me more robust. @BardPharts 8 December 2025
December 30, 2025 at 9:24 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Remembrance
Remembrance poppies that stand in the grass so tall resist firmly this stiff wind that blows reminds us of those who gave their all beneath these white stones they all repose to this tragedy we’re not immune we shall never forget all they gave and that was taken from them too soon as we stand beside their grave @BardPharts 11 November 2025
December 29, 2025 at 9:30 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #QuietEddies
Quiet Eddies I watch as swans, ducks and trout rest in the wake of these stone pillars, that hold the footbridge aloft as it crosses the swift river, at this narrow point in its flow down our wide open glacial valley, all the way to the open sea. @BardPharts 9 November 2025
December 28, 2025 at 9:57 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Miettes
Miettes Glisse dans les drap de soie, si bien d’être chez-soi on se sent un peu bourgeois. Un moment d’autrefois de manger des génoises au lit, me donne de la joie. Miettes j’aperçois, des problèmes je reçois. @BardPharts 9 October 2025
December 27, 2025 at 9:31 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Lawn
Lawn Watch each small blade of grass grow. Oh so slow. But quick when it’s time to mow. Damn stuff’ll grow below snow. Finely cut is such a show. Gonna stick with the Pinot on the lawn of some French château. @BardPharts 16 November 2025
December 23, 2025 at 8:23 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #OhChristmasTree
Oh Christmas Tree! There’s a Christmas tree that stands in our town square, a proud and bright beacon decorated with care. Covered in baubles that reflect street light’s glare, then carolers sing around and goodwill share. There’s times people sit and say a little prayer and drunks in the evening reflect in despair. The best are wide eyed children who stand and stare at our town’s Christmas tree, nothing can compare. @BardPharts 9 December 2025
December 21, 2025 at 9:48 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Humans
Humans Man, has shed many sad tears, but still knows not compassion. Yet after all these long years, for some sort of distraction, he’ll follow any fashion, embrace his insanity, and deny our humanity. @BardPharts 4 December 2025
December 20, 2025 at 9:17 AM