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bardpharts.bsky.social
@bardpharts.bsky.social
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Writing Poetry. Drinking Red Wine.
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #ProfitGap
Profit Gap Capitalism has had its last chance, has taken profit, bought yachts and villas, left people poor, without health insurance, and late retirement will surely kill us. Then it’s failing schools and holes in the road, poor water cleanliness is a concern. Quality of life will slowly erode. Leaders disappoint at every turn. We just want that our planet be clean, for tax not to disappear in profit and for our lives to be filled with some joy. But no! Our leaders move in a world unseen as if there just to fill their own pocket, till there’s little left for us to enjoy. @BardPharts 25 October 2025
November 11, 2025 at 8:10 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #MidsummerNight
Midsummer Night Midnight sky brings forth bright moon. I dance around like a daft loon just hoping for better things soon: like a warm sunny afternoon on my lawn, with the latest tune, over there some handsome tycoon all the fine ladies can but swoon, my wife might feel she’s not immune. Now with Mother Earth we commune, naked bodies around lie strewn. So before we enter our tomb, we’re lifted from our daily gloom. @BardPharts 9 October 2025
November 9, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Killing
Killing Would you stand on that snail, minding its own business, and on a poor cat’s tail and not ask forgiveness? In this world of richness, we’re just so unwilling to stop all the killing. @BardPharts 14 October 2025
November 7, 2025 at 8:07 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Hobbies
Hobbies The temptation to paint a small picture, cut paper to make a decoration or in the kitchen make a cake mixture. Anything can become your creation with a little bit of inspiration. Let yourself be guided by your own heart, all you need to do is just make a start. @BardPharts 26 October 2025
November 5, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Fireworks
Fireworks It seems that the end of the world is near. Swift rockets explode and loud mortars bang, in the eyes of our pets we see the fear. So many long days since it all began. Bright shiny eyes of youth blink with each crack, brings smiles to children of all ages, bizarre? Imagining we’re all under attack, it’s the truth that many people still are. Celebration of some distant event or violent upheaval brings us this day that tells us of release from oppression. Fireworks remind us to stand against tyrants who enslave and remove our say, protest their authority without question. @BardPharts 24 October 2025
November 4, 2025 at 8:01 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Demon
Demon The sweetness of life often ends bitter but the flames of hell shall not consume me. With me, The Devil must reconsider, loose these heavy chains and set my soul free. I’ve committed evil politicians to the damned pit for all eternity, for their vile lifetime of poor decisions, self enrichment and foul perversity. He must listen now I’ve done my penance. He will, I fear, infinitely entrap me. My time is done, what was owed, I have paid. My destiny is withheld by menace, I long to walk again on the cool earth and rejoin those I have lost to the shade. @BardPharts 11 October 2025
November 2, 2025 at 9:17 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #DarkDarkNight
Dark Dark Night You slink along and your car’s black, get me a couple grams of smack, shiny wheels dazzle in the night, it’ll all vanish in the daylight. What’s gone is all decency, we’re all on the wrong frequency. What’s completely gone is justice, there is no one to confront us. So step up the police patrols, try and save some innocent souls. Sort out crooked politicians and control their inhibitions. As villains move to the daylight, send them back to the dark dark night. @BardPharts 9 October 2025
November 1, 2025 at 9:11 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Childhood
Childhood a child’s moment a strength of might a component a brief free flight because you’re ours brave not knowing beckon powers belief growing crave attention create a world come intention child asleep curled do what you may don’t fear evil dedicate play doubt retrieval @BardPharts 23 August 2025
October 31, 2025 at 9:02 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Betrayal
Betrayal When you do things people tell you to do. Or even worse take their filthy money. Betray your family and all that’s true. When your outlook is no longer sunny. It’s time to face the truth down on one knee and finally be true to yourself. Do the right thing while you still have your health. @BardPharts 8 September 2025
October 30, 2025 at 9:07 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #AutumnLeaves
Autumn Leaves Golden leaves of autumn strewn, all along our crispy way, this glorious afternoon. We shuffle and kick, in play, not long till they all decay. Then wind and rain will take them, and to muddy path condemn. @BardPharts 24 October 2025
October 29, 2025 at 10:09 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Zen
Zen Fast gone. All alone. Tranquil peace descends, now I’m in the zone and my soul transcends my earthly place shown. @BardPharts 23 September 2025
October 28, 2025 at 9:19 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingPoetry
Writing Poetry Load my bow and write my line, pull back hard to find a rhyme, then point it at the target. Cadence sounds bizarre, so what? Let fly this rhyming arrow, the error was so narrow and that line, so terrible, really too unbearable. So then, another line write keeping the target in sight. Poor rhyming on each line screams, like stepping stones across streams. Pale darkness between safety, going to fall, being too hasty, be sure to make the next one. Leap of faith will get it done. Practice? Does it make perfect? So now to end this project, not too long these poetics, now that we have Netflix. @BardPharts 11 August 2025
October 27, 2025 at 9:49 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #VieBrisee
Vie Brisée Plutôt remonté comme un réveil dans un mauvais état d’ivresse, pour les amis, je suis un étai dans cette assez courte vie de tristesse. Je ne vois plus sa jolie richesse, ramenez moi à cette fin farfelue, mes chaussures en verre ne me vont plus. @BardPharts 23 June 2025
October 25, 2025 at 11:42 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #DoveCottage #ThoughtsOnDoveCottage
Thoughts on Dove Cottage The front door, steps us into another world, quaint resistance to creeping modernity. Here at this table his poems unfurled, legacy preserved in eternity. These few fragile trappings of a life adorn, fill this sketch of his words to him discern and drawing in tourists now, by the swarm. New museum to teach, old cottage to learn. Stern resistance to this world evolved, absent, noisy steam train passing the door, now the road, to ease traffic flow, displaced. Time hasn’t ever any problem solved, with the roar of traffic along the shore, just maybe his strong legacy misplaced. @BardPharts 2 September 2025
October 24, 2025 at 9:23 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Abafan
Abafan Number seven coal heap. Just too steep. Life is cheap. The National Coal Board’s a cheat. Thunder and roar of the black tsunami’s fleet. Watched by the sheep. Farm, gone, sweep. Precious minutes to keep. The inevitable, the teachers try to cheat. Pantglas School delete. A sadness so deep. Mothers weep. Fathers dig in the heap. Elizabeth made it complete. @BardPharts 21 October 2023
October 21, 2025 at 8:04 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #TheWine
The Wine Bright lights my head can’t realign, our lunch flowed with too much wine, that whole meal was divine. Thank you, I’ll be fine! @BardPharts 27 September 2025
October 21, 2025 at 7:31 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #TheLakes6
The Lakes vi From the window I have to admit. It’s a sad grey day with plenty of drizzle. Colder than it has been for a bit. I’ll stoke the fire and make the kettle whistle. Make myself comfy and read my book. I’m sadly missing the fells today. Maybe later I’ll go and take look. From just down along the river way. I’ll pull on my waterproof trousers. I really don’t want to go too far. Trying to avoid the brief showers. Soon I’ll be back to my cosy fire. @Bardpharts 24 March 2024
October 19, 2025 at 8:54 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #SuspensionBridge
Suspension Bridge Walk along the riverside path in all its glory. Just here, near where the bank slopes gently to stony beach, where years of children and dogs have written their story, drawn to the swimming and stone throwing, that parents teach. Here we see the old suspension bridge we love so true. Strong upright girders poke skyward between the tall trees. Cable’s faded paint, worn out oak boards we can peer through down to clear water, springy deck’s now children’s great tease. Moss covered marvel of Victorian heritage, with just steel enough for its eye pleasing purpose serves. After years of use and neglect, tired around its edge. We hope it soon gets the loving attention it deserves. @BardPharts 30 August 2025
October 18, 2025 at 8:06 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, perfection to 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
October 17, 2025 at 7:16 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #RedBerries
Red Berries Leaves begin to lose their youthful colour, we curse dark cold nights that grow much longer and the shorter days that become duller. Trying to find some things that are stronger, like red berries of cotoneaster, hawthorn, rose hip and yew make such a splash, then there’s our prettiest mountain ash. @BardPharts 6 September 2025
October 16, 2025 at 11:19 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #PoliticalViolence
Political Violence We hang there, in this space, for a moment, apprehensive of such colossal change. Me, fearful of my pleasant enjoyment of this terrible violent exchange. We reject divisional politics and its insinuated righteousness from these phoney religious lunatics, as they try their upmost to frighten us. We refuse to give in and subjugate our beliefs to divisive rhetoric. Then we could, maybe convert the unwashed. Everyone is so much better than hate, flag wavers really need to get a grip. We must resist this purge at any cost. @BardPharts 12 September 2025
October 15, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #PigeonFeeder
Pigeon Feeder You see that old man bent double over the trolley he pushes, his craggy face thick with stubble each day he quietly shuffles. His humanity we all need, loaded with precious junk shop finds and a large bag of mixed bird seed. All around our dear town he grinds. Feeding mostly scraggy pigeons, feathers in places a bit thin. Sacrifice himself to routine. His life is truly Christian, this quiet, careful man being him, he’s doomed to carry on unseen. @BardPharts 8 September 2025
October 14, 2025 at 7:57 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #NotDeadYet
Not Dead Yet We’re all here on borrowed time, through these quiet long night hours awaiting life’s heinous crime. To cold gravestone and flowers my friends and family fall. While I seem immortal bound, untouched by cursed malady then modern science confound, to my own mortality, happy when I get the call. @BardPharts 29 September 2025
October 13, 2025 at 8:53 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #NorthWind
North Wind This cold wind that blows across time brings no rain, but us together, huddled by our warm fire, sublime, does to our ancestors tether. Anything else is poor measure. We hope common sense will prevail, so that this timeless wind won’t fail. @BardPharts 11 September 2025
October 12, 2025 at 8:05 AM
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#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Motorway
Motorway Concrete barriers whizz past, the long white lines, much too fast. Black, black the tarmac. BM fast from far back. Laden lorries slowly jostle. Surfing the road with such skill, concentration, but no thrill. Black, black the tarmac. Careful to follow the map, leaving room in the tussle. @BardPharts 23 September 2025
October 11, 2025 at 10:07 AM