Literary Pug
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Lit·er·ar·y Pug /ˈlidəˌrerē puhg/ rearranging words, watching 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 🐶#poetry #5amwritersclub🐶 Editing 2024 poems. Life is Star Trek. Be mindful.
Pinned
Blinking cursor pyramid
amidst all these words
and wry things and
writings, and I’m wrapped
within a warped thing,
creating my own tomb
or perhaps a bit of a
blinking room, but
this time the life
after is one
where cursors
aren’t blocks
and newbies
weigh hearts
against
quills
#5amwritersclub #poetry
amidst all these words
and wry things and
writings, and I’m wrapped
within a warped thing,
creating my own tomb
or perhaps a bit of a
blinking room, but
this time the life
after is one
where cursors
aren’t blocks
and newbies
weigh hearts
against
quills
#5amwritersclub #poetry
Blinking cursor pyramid
amidst all these words
and wry things and
writings, and I’m wrapped
within a warped thing,
creating my own tomb
or perhaps a bit of a
blinking room, but
this time the life
after is one
where cursors
aren’t blocks
and newbies
weigh hearts
against
quills
#5amwritersclub #poetry
amidst all these words
and wry things and
writings, and I’m wrapped
within a warped thing,
creating my own tomb
or perhaps a bit of a
blinking room, but
this time the life
after is one
where cursors
aren’t blocks
and newbies
weigh hearts
against
quills
#5amwritersclub #poetry
February 18, 2026 at 10:46 AM
Blinking cursor pyramid
amidst all these words
and wry things and
writings, and I’m wrapped
within a warped thing,
creating my own tomb
or perhaps a bit of a
blinking room, but
this time the life
after is one
where cursors
aren’t blocks
and newbies
weigh hearts
against
quills
#5amwritersclub #poetry
amidst all these words
and wry things and
writings, and I’m wrapped
within a warped thing,
creating my own tomb
or perhaps a bit of a
blinking room, but
this time the life
after is one
where cursors
aren’t blocks
and newbies
weigh hearts
against
quills
#5amwritersclub #poetry
You could write
136 poems, and
I still would not
be convinced of
your truth. Evinced
on a bed of
let us confirm
and re: affirm
the infirmity you
are letting slip
during sleep or
actively weeping.
137 maybe. Then
we’ll talk. Until
then, poor me,
poem.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
136 poems, and
I still would not
be convinced of
your truth. Evinced
on a bed of
let us confirm
and re: affirm
the infirmity you
are letting slip
during sleep or
actively weeping.
137 maybe. Then
we’ll talk. Until
then, poor me,
poem.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
February 17, 2026 at 10:56 AM
You could write
136 poems, and
I still would not
be convinced of
your truth. Evinced
on a bed of
let us confirm
and re: affirm
the infirmity you
are letting slip
during sleep or
actively weeping.
137 maybe. Then
we’ll talk. Until
then, poor me,
poem.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
136 poems, and
I still would not
be convinced of
your truth. Evinced
on a bed of
let us confirm
and re: affirm
the infirmity you
are letting slip
during sleep or
actively weeping.
137 maybe. Then
we’ll talk. Until
then, poor me,
poem.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
February 17, 2026 at 10:26 AM
Unfamiliar liars
to us all. We listen
to voices we’ve
unheard all of
our lives. Bokeh
backdrop against
broken waves
and lengths
and widths,
eschew seeing
as much as
hearing, all
outmoded,
ala slice of
pie, without
forks, without
plates, and
mouths never
invented
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
to us all. We listen
to voices we’ve
unheard all of
our lives. Bokeh
backdrop against
broken waves
and lengths
and widths,
eschew seeing
as much as
hearing, all
outmoded,
ala slice of
pie, without
forks, without
plates, and
mouths never
invented
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
February 16, 2026 at 9:53 AM
Unfamiliar liars
to us all. We listen
to voices we’ve
unheard all of
our lives. Bokeh
backdrop against
broken waves
and lengths
and widths,
eschew seeing
as much as
hearing, all
outmoded,
ala slice of
pie, without
forks, without
plates, and
mouths never
invented
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
to us all. We listen
to voices we’ve
unheard all of
our lives. Bokeh
backdrop against
broken waves
and lengths
and widths,
eschew seeing
as much as
hearing, all
outmoded,
ala slice of
pie, without
forks, without
plates, and
mouths never
invented
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
No thru fucks.
Route 11
becomes route ||.
Parallel lines,
never touching,
same infinitease .
Everyone arrives
never, very clever
until we realize
we was binary
all along and
the path is 3,
otherwise
known as
|||
#5amwritersclub
Route 11
becomes route ||.
Parallel lines,
never touching,
same infinitease .
Everyone arrives
never, very clever
until we realize
we was binary
all along and
the path is 3,
otherwise
known as
|||
#5amwritersclub
February 14, 2026 at 6:45 PM
No thru fucks.
Route 11
becomes route ||.
Parallel lines,
never touching,
same infinitease .
Everyone arrives
never, very clever
until we realize
we was binary
all along and
the path is 3,
otherwise
known as
|||
#5amwritersclub
Route 11
becomes route ||.
Parallel lines,
never touching,
same infinitease .
Everyone arrives
never, very clever
until we realize
we was binary
all along and
the path is 3,
otherwise
known as
|||
#5amwritersclub
Bovine opine,
in the field.
Hear you, not mine,
no one yields.
Chew our cud and
regurgitate for
consumption.
Sump pumps out
the beef, no one
has a steak in the
game anyway.
I feel better, the
other udders are
organic, unless they
are moronic echo
chambers of milk
and cheese and
do as you please.
in the field.
Hear you, not mine,
no one yields.
Chew our cud and
regurgitate for
consumption.
Sump pumps out
the beef, no one
has a steak in the
game anyway.
I feel better, the
other udders are
organic, unless they
are moronic echo
chambers of milk
and cheese and
do as you please.
February 13, 2026 at 3:23 PM
Bovine opine,
in the field.
Hear you, not mine,
no one yields.
Chew our cud and
regurgitate for
consumption.
Sump pumps out
the beef, no one
has a steak in the
game anyway.
I feel better, the
other udders are
organic, unless they
are moronic echo
chambers of milk
and cheese and
do as you please.
in the field.
Hear you, not mine,
no one yields.
Chew our cud and
regurgitate for
consumption.
Sump pumps out
the beef, no one
has a steak in the
game anyway.
I feel better, the
other udders are
organic, unless they
are moronic echo
chambers of milk
and cheese and
do as you please.
February 10, 2026 at 9:00 AM
Hand up my own ass
moving my mouth,
saying the words,
saving the worlds,
metriloquist.
Get quite the gist?
Me tries to quit.
The hand has
other plans.
sans
#5amwritersclub
moving my mouth,
saying the words,
saving the worlds,
metriloquist.
Get quite the gist?
Me tries to quit.
The hand has
other plans.
sans
#5amwritersclub
February 10, 2026 at 2:16 AM
Hand up my own ass
moving my mouth,
saying the words,
saving the worlds,
metriloquist.
Get quite the gist?
Me tries to quit.
The hand has
other plans.
sans
#5amwritersclub
moving my mouth,
saying the words,
saving the worlds,
metriloquist.
Get quite the gist?
Me tries to quit.
The hand has
other plans.
sans
#5amwritersclub
What do we call a moment
that, no matter its complexity
or manner of circumstance,
no one will remember?
If a person moves their hand
left or right, or keeps still
in the ache of the night,
does is matter?
Interpret this, intrepid
torpidity, this petty
existence.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
that, no matter its complexity
or manner of circumstance,
no one will remember?
If a person moves their hand
left or right, or keeps still
in the ache of the night,
does is matter?
Interpret this, intrepid
torpidity, this petty
existence.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
February 8, 2026 at 9:43 AM
What do we call a moment
that, no matter its complexity
or manner of circumstance,
no one will remember?
If a person moves their hand
left or right, or keeps still
in the ache of the night,
does is matter?
Interpret this, intrepid
torpidity, this petty
existence.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
that, no matter its complexity
or manner of circumstance,
no one will remember?
If a person moves their hand
left or right, or keeps still
in the ache of the night,
does is matter?
Interpret this, intrepid
torpidity, this petty
existence.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
What do I face now?
The collected works
of my favorite author.
There’s so many of them.
I try facing the other way.
But there are none.
There’s no escaping,
no reprieve. Like a
comfort food on a
desert island.
Even the sand is
eroded pages, and
the cave is full of
drafts.
#5amwritersclub
The collected works
of my favorite author.
There’s so many of them.
I try facing the other way.
But there are none.
There’s no escaping,
no reprieve. Like a
comfort food on a
desert island.
Even the sand is
eroded pages, and
the cave is full of
drafts.
#5amwritersclub
February 7, 2026 at 8:15 AM
What do I face now?
The collected works
of my favorite author.
There’s so many of them.
I try facing the other way.
But there are none.
There’s no escaping,
no reprieve. Like a
comfort food on a
desert island.
Even the sand is
eroded pages, and
the cave is full of
drafts.
#5amwritersclub
The collected works
of my favorite author.
There’s so many of them.
I try facing the other way.
But there are none.
There’s no escaping,
no reprieve. Like a
comfort food on a
desert island.
Even the sand is
eroded pages, and
the cave is full of
drafts.
#5amwritersclub
Some #5amwritersclub fun and frivolity.
February 4, 2026 at 10:45 AM
Some #5amwritersclub fun and frivolity.
A flock of
scream gulls,
they form their
future language
on the roof
Every word
perched
at the crest
shitting on
shingles.
It looks nice from
the street,
like candle wax,
chaotic drips.
Roofwards,
roof words.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
scream gulls,
they form their
future language
on the roof
Every word
perched
at the crest
shitting on
shingles.
It looks nice from
the street,
like candle wax,
chaotic drips.
Roofwards,
roof words.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
February 2, 2026 at 12:29 PM
A flock of
scream gulls,
they form their
future language
on the roof
Every word
perched
at the crest
shitting on
shingles.
It looks nice from
the street,
like candle wax,
chaotic drips.
Roofwards,
roof words.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
scream gulls,
they form their
future language
on the roof
Every word
perched
at the crest
shitting on
shingles.
It looks nice from
the street,
like candle wax,
chaotic drips.
Roofwards,
roof words.
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
Poem.
Owe them
nothing much.
A penny for
your oughts.
A nickel for
your nots.
All the undones
you didn’t do
yesterday,
can be
voided
today.
Your thoughts
missed in
great big
draughts,
on tap
forever, in case
you ever…
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
Owe them
nothing much.
A penny for
your oughts.
A nickel for
your nots.
All the undones
you didn’t do
yesterday,
can be
voided
today.
Your thoughts
missed in
great big
draughts,
on tap
forever, in case
you ever…
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
January 31, 2026 at 8:08 AM
Poem.
Owe them
nothing much.
A penny for
your oughts.
A nickel for
your nots.
All the undones
you didn’t do
yesterday,
can be
voided
today.
Your thoughts
missed in
great big
draughts,
on tap
forever, in case
you ever…
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
Owe them
nothing much.
A penny for
your oughts.
A nickel for
your nots.
All the undones
you didn’t do
yesterday,
can be
voided
today.
Your thoughts
missed in
great big
draughts,
on tap
forever, in case
you ever…
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
It wants your time.
It covets your sanity.
And it won’t stop.
The other you.
So many times,
decision point
left, right
up, down,
diagonal.
The other you
quickly, huff of
breath, and go.
And you, subsumed.
Other you, always
blameless, and you
the bag, held
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
It covets your sanity.
And it won’t stop.
The other you.
So many times,
decision point
left, right
up, down,
diagonal.
The other you
quickly, huff of
breath, and go.
And you, subsumed.
Other you, always
blameless, and you
the bag, held
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
January 30, 2026 at 10:30 AM
It wants your time.
It covets your sanity.
And it won’t stop.
The other you.
So many times,
decision point
left, right
up, down,
diagonal.
The other you
quickly, huff of
breath, and go.
And you, subsumed.
Other you, always
blameless, and you
the bag, held
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
It covets your sanity.
And it won’t stop.
The other you.
So many times,
decision point
left, right
up, down,
diagonal.
The other you
quickly, huff of
breath, and go.
And you, subsumed.
Other you, always
blameless, and you
the bag, held
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
Cold, dark, old arks
make the journey,
rake the concrete,
their bottoms
gouging as they
pass. Canyons
form. Eye deer
look up, ear twitch,
eschew the ark
on a lark, they’ve
got better things
to do. Like caution
always, it’s a way
to be. Always will be.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
make the journey,
rake the concrete,
their bottoms
gouging as they
pass. Canyons
form. Eye deer
look up, ear twitch,
eschew the ark
on a lark, they’ve
got better things
to do. Like caution
always, it’s a way
to be. Always will be.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
January 29, 2026 at 11:00 AM
Cold, dark, old arks
make the journey,
rake the concrete,
their bottoms
gouging as they
pass. Canyons
form. Eye deer
look up, ear twitch,
eschew the ark
on a lark, they’ve
got better things
to do. Like caution
always, it’s a way
to be. Always will be.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
make the journey,
rake the concrete,
their bottoms
gouging as they
pass. Canyons
form. Eye deer
look up, ear twitch,
eschew the ark
on a lark, they’ve
got better things
to do. Like caution
always, it’s a way
to be. Always will be.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
Resent full
Repressed pull.
Repent, fool.
Respect the bull.
Expectorated
expectations,
like ptang and
ptooey and
whoey are
you? Thee?
Resend sentience.
The quick brown
fox jumped over
the lazy dog.
Got it all covered.
Except what gives
you the goddamn
write?
#5amwritersclub #poetry
#poem
Repressed pull.
Repent, fool.
Respect the bull.
Expectorated
expectations,
like ptang and
ptooey and
whoey are
you? Thee?
Resend sentience.
The quick brown
fox jumped over
the lazy dog.
Got it all covered.
Except what gives
you the goddamn
write?
#5amwritersclub #poetry
#poem
January 24, 2026 at 5:34 PM
Resent full
Repressed pull.
Repent, fool.
Respect the bull.
Expectorated
expectations,
like ptang and
ptooey and
whoey are
you? Thee?
Resend sentience.
The quick brown
fox jumped over
the lazy dog.
Got it all covered.
Except what gives
you the goddamn
write?
#5amwritersclub #poetry
#poem
Repressed pull.
Repent, fool.
Respect the bull.
Expectorated
expectations,
like ptang and
ptooey and
whoey are
you? Thee?
Resend sentience.
The quick brown
fox jumped over
the lazy dog.
Got it all covered.
Except what gives
you the goddamn
write?
#5amwritersclub #poetry
#poem
Trading one thing
for another.
Like a bell, ring
becomes a
cowbell, clank,
better a timer,
ding.
And every
ing becomes
a noise, ing
because when
you swap
pings you
aren’t solve
ing things.
Borrow
ing from Peter
but also from
Paul, to pay
Peter,
lemniscates
sing
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
for another.
Like a bell, ring
becomes a
cowbell, clank,
better a timer,
ding.
And every
ing becomes
a noise, ing
because when
you swap
pings you
aren’t solve
ing things.
Borrow
ing from Peter
but also from
Paul, to pay
Peter,
lemniscates
sing
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
January 23, 2026 at 8:43 AM
Trading one thing
for another.
Like a bell, ring
becomes a
cowbell, clank,
better a timer,
ding.
And every
ing becomes
a noise, ing
because when
you swap
pings you
aren’t solve
ing things.
Borrow
ing from Peter
but also from
Paul, to pay
Peter,
lemniscates
sing
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
for another.
Like a bell, ring
becomes a
cowbell, clank,
better a timer,
ding.
And every
ing becomes
a noise, ing
because when
you swap
pings you
aren’t solve
ing things.
Borrow
ing from Peter
but also from
Paul, to pay
Peter,
lemniscates
sing
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
My linear ear, hearing
everything from point
aye to point being.
I’ve tried the reverse,
but it feels too much
like a singularity, and
kabooms get sucked
into kabangs, and
hands breathing in
claps like the cheer
was never intended,
invaginated yays
eventually oxygen
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
everything from point
aye to point being.
I’ve tried the reverse,
but it feels too much
like a singularity, and
kabooms get sucked
into kabangs, and
hands breathing in
claps like the cheer
was never intended,
invaginated yays
eventually oxygen
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
January 20, 2026 at 10:17 AM
My linear ear, hearing
everything from point
aye to point being.
I’ve tried the reverse,
but it feels too much
like a singularity, and
kabooms get sucked
into kabangs, and
hands breathing in
claps like the cheer
was never intended,
invaginated yays
eventually oxygen
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
everything from point
aye to point being.
I’ve tried the reverse,
but it feels too much
like a singularity, and
kabooms get sucked
into kabangs, and
hands breathing in
claps like the cheer
was never intended,
invaginated yays
eventually oxygen
#5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
A maze, for sure. As
we are dumped,
somewhere in the
middle, we look for
the minor tear,
jerking hedge
vines to find it.
We miss left
and rights and
days and nights.
But we’re full of bull.
It’s in our nature to
seek the minor tear,
to paths blazed,
be wise, be where?
#5amwritersclub #poem
#poetry
we are dumped,
somewhere in the
middle, we look for
the minor tear,
jerking hedge
vines to find it.
We miss left
and rights and
days and nights.
But we’re full of bull.
It’s in our nature to
seek the minor tear,
to paths blazed,
be wise, be where?
#5amwritersclub #poem
#poetry
January 19, 2026 at 11:22 AM
A maze, for sure. As
we are dumped,
somewhere in the
middle, we look for
the minor tear,
jerking hedge
vines to find it.
We miss left
and rights and
days and nights.
But we’re full of bull.
It’s in our nature to
seek the minor tear,
to paths blazed,
be wise, be where?
#5amwritersclub #poem
#poetry
we are dumped,
somewhere in the
middle, we look for
the minor tear,
jerking hedge
vines to find it.
We miss left
and rights and
days and nights.
But we’re full of bull.
It’s in our nature to
seek the minor tear,
to paths blazed,
be wise, be where?
#5amwritersclub #poem
#poetry
You are immortalized
in these words, you
who didn’t quite get it.
You will never read
this, and yet that
which is unread
still isn’t unreal and
it should be stood
under, or perhaps
understood that
even your understudy
studied steady the
things you
should have.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
in these words, you
who didn’t quite get it.
You will never read
this, and yet that
which is unread
still isn’t unreal and
it should be stood
under, or perhaps
understood that
even your understudy
studied steady the
things you
should have.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
January 17, 2026 at 10:12 AM
You are immortalized
in these words, you
who didn’t quite get it.
You will never read
this, and yet that
which is unread
still isn’t unreal and
it should be stood
under, or perhaps
understood that
even your understudy
studied steady the
things you
should have.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
in these words, you
who didn’t quite get it.
You will never read
this, and yet that
which is unread
still isn’t unreal and
it should be stood
under, or perhaps
understood that
even your understudy
studied steady the
things you
should have.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
I’m louder than you.
Way more vociferous
than two. A fight
between me and who
ain’t me. What glee!
It’s no longer consensical,
but rather reprehensical
to agree to a disagree.
We’d rather chase each
other up a tree. Besides, I
prefer the slight lilting
in the breeze than
you and me’s
#5amwritersclub
Way more vociferous
than two. A fight
between me and who
ain’t me. What glee!
It’s no longer consensical,
but rather reprehensical
to agree to a disagree.
We’d rather chase each
other up a tree. Besides, I
prefer the slight lilting
in the breeze than
you and me’s
#5amwritersclub
January 16, 2026 at 10:40 AM
I’m louder than you.
Way more vociferous
than two. A fight
between me and who
ain’t me. What glee!
It’s no longer consensical,
but rather reprehensical
to agree to a disagree.
We’d rather chase each
other up a tree. Besides, I
prefer the slight lilting
in the breeze than
you and me’s
#5amwritersclub
Way more vociferous
than two. A fight
between me and who
ain’t me. What glee!
It’s no longer consensical,
but rather reprehensical
to agree to a disagree.
We’d rather chase each
other up a tree. Besides, I
prefer the slight lilting
in the breeze than
you and me’s
#5amwritersclub
We’re 5:13 alright, and
even metaphorical
coffee grinds.
Feeling allegorical,
physical metas, like
refrigerator magnet
drafts and shopping
list blockbusters.
You know you have
it in you…something.
If only just a little
more fiber.
Optics.
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even metaphorical
coffee grinds.
Feeling allegorical,
physical metas, like
refrigerator magnet
drafts and shopping
list blockbusters.
You know you have
it in you…something.
If only just a little
more fiber.
Optics.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
January 14, 2026 at 10:20 AM
We’re 5:13 alright, and
even metaphorical
coffee grinds.
Feeling allegorical,
physical metas, like
refrigerator magnet
drafts and shopping
list blockbusters.
You know you have
it in you…something.
If only just a little
more fiber.
Optics.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
even metaphorical
coffee grinds.
Feeling allegorical,
physical metas, like
refrigerator magnet
drafts and shopping
list blockbusters.
You know you have
it in you…something.
If only just a little
more fiber.
Optics.
#5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
In the nasal cycle (it’s indeed a thing), I prefer when my left is deselected. Then I can lay on my right side and collect morning photons if I don’t fall back asleep (which I usually do).
#5amwritersclub
#5amwritersclub
January 10, 2026 at 12:15 PM
In the nasal cycle (it’s indeed a thing), I prefer when my left is deselected. Then I can lay on my right side and collect morning photons if I don’t fall back asleep (which I usually do).
#5amwritersclub
#5amwritersclub
Sigh, then look
through the lens.
Seeing the un-verse,
only bigger, brighter.
It’s old photons
to be honest, the
un-verse’s visual
trash, but I’m thankful
for anything at all.
Sighing through
the silence, the
not noisy, and
retinal pings.
More like
upturned
bird mouths
#5amwritersclub #poem
#poetry
through the lens.
Seeing the un-verse,
only bigger, brighter.
It’s old photons
to be honest, the
un-verse’s visual
trash, but I’m thankful
for anything at all.
Sighing through
the silence, the
not noisy, and
retinal pings.
More like
upturned
bird mouths
#5amwritersclub #poem
#poetry
January 10, 2026 at 12:02 PM
Sigh, then look
through the lens.
Seeing the un-verse,
only bigger, brighter.
It’s old photons
to be honest, the
un-verse’s visual
trash, but I’m thankful
for anything at all.
Sighing through
the silence, the
not noisy, and
retinal pings.
More like
upturned
bird mouths
#5amwritersclub #poem
#poetry
through the lens.
Seeing the un-verse,
only bigger, brighter.
It’s old photons
to be honest, the
un-verse’s visual
trash, but I’m thankful
for anything at all.
Sighing through
the silence, the
not noisy, and
retinal pings.
More like
upturned
bird mouths
#5amwritersclub #poem
#poetry
January 9, 2026 at 9:10 AM