@funnyfrogget.bsky.social
Teacher, wanna-be poet, wisecracker, pacifist
Here for the poetry & the people, not for the politics
He/Him
Longer writing: https://medium.com/me/stories/public
Here for the poetry & the people, not for the politics
He/Him
Longer writing: https://medium.com/me/stories/public
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The #ink I write with
is magic ink. It can
conjure up moments
of beauty, joy, solace
and calm. It can anchor
memories in time &
space & it can help
me understand.
This ink I write with
is magic ink.
#blueskyrelay
is magic ink. It can
conjure up moments
of beauty, joy, solace
and calm. It can anchor
memories in time &
space & it can help
me understand.
This ink I write with
is magic ink.
#blueskyrelay
It's ten past ten!
Look at the #clock
and how it reminds us
to start and end
each day with a smile
and to go through
each day kindly,
even if time
presses us on.
#thingstowriteabout
Look at the #clock
and how it reminds us
to start and end
each day with a smile
and to go through
each day kindly,
even if time
presses us on.
#thingstowriteabout
January 29, 2026 at 2:39 PM
It's ten past ten!
Look at the #clock
and how it reminds us
to start and end
each day with a smile
and to go through
each day kindly,
even if time
presses us on.
#thingstowriteabout
Look at the #clock
and how it reminds us
to start and end
each day with a smile
and to go through
each day kindly,
even if time
presses us on.
#thingstowriteabout
January 29, 2026 at 2:29 PM
January 29, 2026 at 8:35 AM
Describe yourself in four fictional characters
January 29, 2026 at 6:14 AM
Describe yourself in four fictional characters
January 29, 2026 at 4:57 AM
In my #office, just
opposite my desk,
hangs a poster of
a lavender field.
Every time, work
becomes exhausting,
I dream myself into
that sunny picture.
One day, I hope to
wake up in that sunny
field, looking at a picture
of an empty office.
#thingstowriteabout
opposite my desk,
hangs a poster of
a lavender field.
Every time, work
becomes exhausting,
I dream myself into
that sunny picture.
One day, I hope to
wake up in that sunny
field, looking at a picture
of an empty office.
#thingstowriteabout
January 28, 2026 at 2:09 PM
In my #office, just
opposite my desk,
hangs a poster of
a lavender field.
Every time, work
becomes exhausting,
I dream myself into
that sunny picture.
One day, I hope to
wake up in that sunny
field, looking at a picture
of an empty office.
#thingstowriteabout
opposite my desk,
hangs a poster of
a lavender field.
Every time, work
becomes exhausting,
I dream myself into
that sunny picture.
One day, I hope to
wake up in that sunny
field, looking at a picture
of an empty office.
#thingstowriteabout
The swet whisper of the #WaterfallSong
sings of the world behind the watery veil,
where there is an enternal spring & fairies
are flying from tree to tree, noshing on
the honey made from our old mistakes.
Some pople will only see the stonewall
behind the water, but they can only look,
but not see.
sings of the world behind the watery veil,
where there is an enternal spring & fairies
are flying from tree to tree, noshing on
the honey made from our old mistakes.
Some pople will only see the stonewall
behind the water, but they can only look,
but not see.
January 27, 2026 at 2:47 PM
The swet whisper of the #WaterfallSong
sings of the world behind the watery veil,
where there is an enternal spring & fairies
are flying from tree to tree, noshing on
the honey made from our old mistakes.
Some pople will only see the stonewall
behind the water, but they can only look,
but not see.
sings of the world behind the watery veil,
where there is an enternal spring & fairies
are flying from tree to tree, noshing on
the honey made from our old mistakes.
Some pople will only see the stonewall
behind the water, but they can only look,
but not see.
The police are investigating
the case of the stolen metaphors.
A #detective has confiscated
all the lines in this poem &
asked if I can prove that
I wrote it myself.
I have declined to answer
until my attorney arrives.
#thingstowriteabout
the case of the stolen metaphors.
A #detective has confiscated
all the lines in this poem &
asked if I can prove that
I wrote it myself.
I have declined to answer
until my attorney arrives.
#thingstowriteabout
January 27, 2026 at 2:44 PM
The police are investigating
the case of the stolen metaphors.
A #detective has confiscated
all the lines in this poem &
asked if I can prove that
I wrote it myself.
I have declined to answer
until my attorney arrives.
#thingstowriteabout
the case of the stolen metaphors.
A #detective has confiscated
all the lines in this poem &
asked if I can prove that
I wrote it myself.
I have declined to answer
until my attorney arrives.
#thingstowriteabout
Live today: My poem "The Donkey's Ear", published in ZINDaily!
& another poem of mine paired with a beautiful (& very fitting) photo 😊
www.zvonainari.hr/single-post/...
#writingcommunity
& another poem of mine paired with a beautiful (& very fitting) photo 😊
www.zvonainari.hr/single-post/...
#writingcommunity
The Donkey’s Ear
The Donkey’s Ear I rememberwhen I was a childand my father and me would notexplore the forest, we would driveto the beach, running throughthe dunes, pretending it was a desert, or let stones skipacros...
www.zvonainari.hr
January 26, 2026 at 6:20 PM
Live today: My poem "The Donkey's Ear", published in ZINDaily!
& another poem of mine paired with a beautiful (& very fitting) photo 😊
www.zvonainari.hr/single-post/...
#writingcommunity
& another poem of mine paired with a beautiful (& very fitting) photo 😊
www.zvonainari.hr/single-post/...
#writingcommunity
Don't read the news.
Read fairytales.
Don't write file notes.
Write poems.
Don't burn books.
Burn bank statements.
Don't trust billionaires.
Trust your inner voice.
#MPPrompt
Read fairytales.
Don't write file notes.
Write poems.
Don't burn books.
Burn bank statements.
Don't trust billionaires.
Trust your inner voice.
#MPPrompt
Today's #poetryprompt:
Write me a poem that you hope would be burned 🔥
#MPPrompt
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Write me a poem that you hope would be burned 🔥
#MPPrompt
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Follow for daily prompts
January 26, 2026 at 6:09 PM
Don't read the news.
Read fairytales.
Don't write file notes.
Write poems.
Don't burn books.
Burn bank statements.
Don't trust billionaires.
Trust your inner voice.
#MPPrompt
Read fairytales.
Don't write file notes.
Write poems.
Don't burn books.
Burn bank statements.
Don't trust billionaires.
Trust your inner voice.
#MPPrompt
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January 26, 2026 at 2:14 PM
I was born in the snow.
Two warm hands, quickly
becoming cold, formed me
& gave me my eyes, nose
& top hat. Here I stand now,
keeping my cold vigil,
counting snow flakes &
making passer-bys smile.
#FromOneLine #thingstowriteabout #hand
Two warm hands, quickly
becoming cold, formed me
& gave me my eyes, nose
& top hat. Here I stand now,
keeping my cold vigil,
counting snow flakes &
making passer-bys smile.
#FromOneLine #thingstowriteabout #hand
January 26, 2026 at 1:42 PM
I was born in the snow.
Two warm hands, quickly
becoming cold, formed me
& gave me my eyes, nose
& top hat. Here I stand now,
keeping my cold vigil,
counting snow flakes &
making passer-bys smile.
#FromOneLine #thingstowriteabout #hand
Two warm hands, quickly
becoming cold, formed me
& gave me my eyes, nose
& top hat. Here I stand now,
keeping my cold vigil,
counting snow flakes &
making passer-bys smile.
#FromOneLine #thingstowriteabout #hand
Why does my alarm clock
always ring at the #cusp
of a dream? I was ready
to be crowned King of the
Penguins ( a constitutional
monarchy of course), receive
the Nobel Price for Nonsense
or go into a guitar battle well-tuned.
But then thunder strikes
& somebody pulls away my blanket.
#vss365
always ring at the #cusp
of a dream? I was ready
to be crowned King of the
Penguins ( a constitutional
monarchy of course), receive
the Nobel Price for Nonsense
or go into a guitar battle well-tuned.
But then thunder strikes
& somebody pulls away my blanket.
#vss365
January 26, 2026 at 1:39 PM
#EarwormOfTheDay: Keep the Streets empty by Fever Ray
I normally leave the house at 5 a.m. to go work & mostly, especially at this time of year, the streets are empty then
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWFb...
I normally leave the house at 5 a.m. to go work & mostly, especially at this time of year, the streets are empty then
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWFb...
Fever Ray 'Keep The Streets Empty For Me'
YouTube video by Fever Ray
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January 26, 2026 at 6:34 AM
#EarwormOfTheDay: Keep the Streets empty by Fever Ray
I normally leave the house at 5 a.m. to go work & mostly, especially at this time of year, the streets are empty then
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWFb...
I normally leave the house at 5 a.m. to go work & mostly, especially at this time of year, the streets are empty then
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWFb...
Somehow, this still worked as a prompt & inspired me to write these naive words - maybe not very original, but the best I can do at the moment.
#MPPrompt
#MPPrompt
January 25, 2026 at 6:33 PM
Somehow, this still worked as a prompt & inspired me to write these naive words - maybe not very original, but the best I can do at the moment.
#MPPrompt
#MPPrompt
Do you remember the #enchanted winter
when the fernfrost wrote incantations
on our windows? You wore your Red Riding Hood
cap & I was your Big Bad Wolf, ready to eat
the chalk out of your hand. I feared the day
my kiss would turn you into a dove & you'd fly
away, but so far, it hasn't come
when the fernfrost wrote incantations
on our windows? You wore your Red Riding Hood
cap & I was your Big Bad Wolf, ready to eat
the chalk out of your hand. I feared the day
my kiss would turn you into a dove & you'd fly
away, but so far, it hasn't come
January 25, 2026 at 5:39 PM
Do you remember the #enchanted winter
when the fernfrost wrote incantations
on our windows? You wore your Red Riding Hood
cap & I was your Big Bad Wolf, ready to eat
the chalk out of your hand. I feared the day
my kiss would turn you into a dove & you'd fly
away, but so far, it hasn't come
when the fernfrost wrote incantations
on our windows? You wore your Red Riding Hood
cap & I was your Big Bad Wolf, ready to eat
the chalk out of your hand. I feared the day
my kiss would turn you into a dove & you'd fly
away, but so far, it hasn't come
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On Raw Lit - Issue 8
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A Glorious Ending
by Katharine Weinmann
&
The Voice of the Ocean
by Oliver Kleyer @funnyfrogget.bsky.social
rawlit.weebly.com/8_12.html
A Glorious Ending
by Katharine Weinmann
&
The Voice of the Ocean
by Oliver Kleyer @funnyfrogget.bsky.social
January 25, 2026 at 5:06 PM
On Raw Lit - Issue 8
rawlit.weebly.com/8_12.html
A Glorious Ending
by Katharine Weinmann
&
The Voice of the Ocean
by Oliver Kleyer @funnyfrogget.bsky.social
rawlit.weebly.com/8_12.html
A Glorious Ending
by Katharine Weinmann
&
The Voice of the Ocean
by Oliver Kleyer @funnyfrogget.bsky.social
Today's #poetryprompt:
Write me a poem where you use a month as an adjective. Like July lakes, or September lovers.
#MPPrompt
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Write me a poem where you use a month as an adjective. Like July lakes, or September lovers.
#MPPrompt
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January 24, 2026 at 9:47 PM
I slipped & fell, but
didn't hit the ground.
Instead, I dove in like
into water. On the other
side, I fell from the ceiling,
crashlanding on my bed.
When I checked
my watch, I found it was
only 10 min after I'd went
to bed, which leaves me
with some questions, like
Why do I wear my boots in bed?
didn't hit the ground.
Instead, I dove in like
into water. On the other
side, I fell from the ceiling,
crashlanding on my bed.
When I checked
my watch, I found it was
only 10 min after I'd went
to bed, which leaves me
with some questions, like
Why do I wear my boots in bed?
January 24, 2026 at 1:02 PM
I slipped & fell, but
didn't hit the ground.
Instead, I dove in like
into water. On the other
side, I fell from the ceiling,
crashlanding on my bed.
When I checked
my watch, I found it was
only 10 min after I'd went
to bed, which leaves me
with some questions, like
Why do I wear my boots in bed?
didn't hit the ground.
Instead, I dove in like
into water. On the other
side, I fell from the ceiling,
crashlanding on my bed.
When I checked
my watch, I found it was
only 10 min after I'd went
to bed, which leaves me
with some questions, like
Why do I wear my boots in bed?
I made a playlist
of all the things you were never
supposed to hear, like
your Mom's last breath,
your Granny's screams, when she
got the news or your Dad & stepmom
making love. I know, you never wanted
to hear them again, but I'll play it
for you at random from time to time.
Sincerely, your Head
of all the things you were never
supposed to hear, like
your Mom's last breath,
your Granny's screams, when she
got the news or your Dad & stepmom
making love. I know, you never wanted
to hear them again, but I'll play it
for you at random from time to time.
Sincerely, your Head
Today's #poetryprompt:
Write me a poem about something you were never meant to hear.
#MPPrompt
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Write me a poem about something you were never meant to hear.
#MPPrompt
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January 24, 2026 at 12:31 PM
I made a playlist
of all the things you were never
supposed to hear, like
your Mom's last breath,
your Granny's screams, when she
got the news or your Dad & stepmom
making love. I know, you never wanted
to hear them again, but I'll play it
for you at random from time to time.
Sincerely, your Head
of all the things you were never
supposed to hear, like
your Mom's last breath,
your Granny's screams, when she
got the news or your Dad & stepmom
making love. I know, you never wanted
to hear them again, but I'll play it
for you at random from time to time.
Sincerely, your Head