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John Everex
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Writer, poet, artist. Living by the sea.
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Here’s a creature for today’s #vss365
Narwhal No legend. Only heat where cold should cradle. The tusk listens, salinity, fracture, ice forgets seasons. It swims through thinning sheets of absence, a spiral in retreat. Myth was never shelter. The sea offers none now.
November 2, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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the last breath of summer
a ribbon of amber
in a gray autumn day

#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku
November 1, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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while business leaders
dream about profit margins
a cloud hides the sun

#vss365
November 1, 2025 at 9:27 AM
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before sunrise
a car's light tails
between the pines

#haiku
#micropoem
November 1, 2025 at 9:21 AM
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The hospital ward echoes:
soft chatter lulling in flows
(a hollow ebb and swell).
But my steps leave
no marks,
no sand captures my passing.
Am I really here—in these starched lines?
They tell me—think of holidays,
the spiced scent of time away;
a kind of trick I say.
Kind.
As I drift.
#SenseWrds 139
October 31, 2025 at 11:36 PM
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hospital machines
a nurse smokes a cigarette
by the exit sign

#haiku
October 31, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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#PoemsAbout #Blood
With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
There is grace buried in this dirt, its unfamiliar scent and feel scattered so thinly now. My brothers used to search for its light, for a warmth not theirs, hold moments of its revelation in hands rubbed raw, their laughter aglow. And now? Sometimes, I feel alone in my nostalgia, gazing upon our blood-tilled furrows, generations scattered by time's plough. Autumn cannot hide its intention, however fierce the colours glow. This meadow will not exist forever, dry stalks left, catching in the wind.
October 31, 2025 at 6:04 AM
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end of October
hint of woodsmoke
as the nights close in

#haiku
October 26, 2025 at 4:31 PM
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Casting around for distraction
amidst the sheer efficiency
of the place,
polished floors
reflecting a thousand shuffling sorrows,
I hide from a truth too resolute,
too final.

I settle on the sky—
a plane appears to #hover,
anchored above your words,
clutching them tight
as they drift apart.
#vss365
October 19, 2025 at 7:14 AM
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midnight scrolling
your face underlit
Android eyes

#vss365
October 18, 2025 at 6:48 AM
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The day lost its #verve,
crumpled and ochre,
light leeching the brights,
mollifying the western flurries,
leaving us indifferent and aloof.
We follow the patina
of yesterday's argument,
sipping iced tea,
words tracing the horizon
with sardonic lines,
and longer silences;
longer and still.
#vss365
October 11, 2025 at 7:01 AM
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#sensewrds 124

While the
gathering
left frown lines,
passing
streetlight flickers
marking
their creases,

his car cuts out of the city.
His posture, lightened,

finger
following
a radio rhythm
(early hours beat)
the city's horizon
still dark, the glass
reflecting
pale hope
September 28, 2025 at 7:20 AM
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#PoemsAbout #SilentPlanets
With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Afterwards, the seabirds call no more, the distant surf's lament a solemn wash and sigh. Retracing our ignorance, we return to the cottage, its rutilant welcome hissing in the seawind, the roof covered in starlings. “We wanted silence,” you say. I sip the bitter residue. Our world, our planet, is now silent. “And theirs?” I say, words echoing.
September 19, 2025 at 6:45 AM
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#Poemsabout #SilentPlanets
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#Prompters #SilentPlanets

Drifters

We grift like silent
planets in our shared bedroom
orbiting our space—
where touch once lived holiness
gravity grows hollow.

#poetry #5AMWritersClub #art
#tanka #skypoets #arw-raw
September 18, 2025 at 10:03 AM
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Anyone need a poem about Volvox? 🟢 Written by the girl who used to turn off Newsround when Reg Turnball came on - I preferred my microscope! 😊Thanks as always @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the #PoemsAbout #SilentPlanets #poetry
September 19, 2025 at 6:08 AM
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a distant engine
breaks the dawn's solemnity
with new potential

#vss365
September 13, 2025 at 5:53 AM
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My contribution for
#PoemsAbout #Candlelight

With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Both circumspect and proud; I still hold the words you said, too few and too blunt to be mistaken. We bought votives from cheap corner stores to both light our sins, and hear whispered confessions, our yearning caught in breathlessly phrased eloquence. Too poetic perhaps, too wrapped up in our own importance. (I hear you draw on a cigarette, blow smoke) What of them now? Their reticent touch still too raw to hold under sunlight. Sometimes shadows reveal more about innocence. Sometimes lies tell us more about truth
September 12, 2025 at 5:44 AM
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My today’s contribution for #PoemsAbout #Candlelight
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#Oulens
#blueskypoets #blueskypoetry
#poetrycommunity #poems #poetry
Thanks for reading!
**fissure fillers?** by C. Oulens sluicing the cold draft cutting through daffodils and burgundy refills across a table- for-two —a candlelight’s brave try of lambency. . . then flickers. . . apropos the candlelight’s lame lies
September 12, 2025 at 2:24 AM
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The word DANGER is gouged into the wood in a meticulous hand, a careful warning on an otherwise silent #doorway.
“A lie,” you say, tracing the first letter.
“Ma says—”
“Ma lies. It’s always about control.”
You pause, your hand on the doorknob. This is our only chance. The latch clicks open.
#vss365
September 7, 2025 at 7:01 AM
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You count sorrows
in each house we pass

each smile.
This journey only exists

because of you,
lights watching

our silence.
What did you hope to find?

A #chance at redemption,
an amendment

to past mistakes.
This land stretches

and blurs,
our memories

no longer rooted
in the tangible
#vss365
September 6, 2025 at 7:27 AM
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"All poets are liars.
Wrecked against meaning. Starved
on the beach of meaning—

I want to keep your head in a black bag, I said."

Love this poem 'The Anxiety of Meaning' by Bianca Stone in The Glacier 💙

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#poetrycommunity
The Anxiety of Meaning Bianca Stone Certain events of love drew my body nearer to meaning. All poets are liars. Wrecked against meaning. Starved on the beach of meaning— I want to keep your head in a black bag, I said. Who can distinguish the remembered from the desired? I know a little the agony of it. I drew nearer still. What do I know about getting? I know my mother turned away. That I slipped from her body again and again, tied down in an incubator and punctured with a life-saving light. I know that all that time an ancient poem was writing itself in the hallway, where a mask hung on the wall looking without seeing. I know I turned away. Can you feel it? How the head longs to rid the face of a certain danceless dance. That we were condemned to dualism at birth. Dualism is dead. And long live dualism. That certain events of love drew us nearer to mean. That the heart is chilled by a tormented wave that thinks it is not the sea.
August 30, 2025 at 11:38 AM
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#PoemsAbout #riots for
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#Oulens #poetry #poetrycommunity #BlueskyPoetry #blueskypoets

Thank you for reading!
Comfortably Sooted — C. Oulens The asphalt in this town is caked crimson. The soot has fled cold cook-pots, coating instead what were once baked earthen red to now — torched — brick walls. The riot, satiated, has left these cadaverous streets of blistered ghosts — now — squats permanently inside abandoned stomach pits, in distant ghettos of eyes of the bereaved. And in another happy town, a riot of colours blowing in air on clothes on faces in laughter on platters on facades on the ground firm beneath our feet ensures that we comfortably — soot-in-shaded-eyes — don’t understand grief.
August 29, 2025 at 2:26 AM
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#PoemsAbout #Riots

With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Unfamiliar ways compunction filtering the street signs shouting in unfamiliar tongues and more distant yet approaching resentment tidal in its familiar rage familial in its appeal drawn through narrow streets flickers of police neon corporate progress we follow others imbued with the hue I catch the moment reflected flame as you pause and turn I sense the longing as a storefront implodes in jagged shards and voices crescendo untamed then running with the others a mass of limbs and shadow roiling toward something unshaped and unnamed
August 29, 2025 at 6:28 AM
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jovial laughter
we secretly leave the house
without them knowing

#vss365
August 28, 2025 at 6:12 AM