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Mervyn "Deep Cobra" Seivwright
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Mervyn Seivwright writes to balance social consciousness & #poetry craft for humane growth. 2021/2023 Pushcart Nom with #poems in 80 Journals in 13 countries & a new collection, Stick, Hook, & a Pile of Yarn. https://www.clippings.me/users/mervynseivwright
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Mervyn "Deep Cobra" Seivwright @mervynspoet.bsky.social · Dec 6
Hello #Bluesky.
I am thankful for meeting my first 100 followers. The #poetrycommunity here had been a blessing.

The link is my #poetry collection 'Stick, Hook, and a Pile of Yarn,' through Broken Sleep Books.
#amwriting #poem #poetsonbluesky

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Mervyn Seivwright - Stick, Hook, and a Pile of Yarn | Broken Sleep Books
Stick, Hook, and a Pile of Yarn is a collection of poems centred around a coming-of-age nomad-story that was conceived and weaved into place far from the speaker’s family and the world he has previously known.  Mervyn Seivwright shares his seasons of growth into adolescence navigating his new country and blended family from England to America in the 1980s, deftly presenting a tapestry of poems and scenes into a single narrative, and a rich journey.
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Grand Rising and Blessings. I am behind on posting poems published. :

1 Poem “Sunrising From the Mind 12,” in Indelible Literary and Arts Journal, “Awakening,” Issue 9, London Arts-Based Research Centre.
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November 1, 2025 at 12:54 PM
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Grand Rising and Blessings.

2 Poems “Softening the Noise,” “I am from me,” in Mindful Poetry Moments 2025 Anthology
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PREORDER ONLY During National Poetry Month 2025, poetry enthusiasts from around the world celebrated with Mindful Poetry Moments, now in its sixth year. Throughout April, we hosted four Virtual Gather...
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November 1, 2025 at 12:53 PM
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Grand Rising and Blessings. I am behind on posting poems published. I have 3 to share:
2 Poems “Do Not Yield,” “If Crickets Could Talk,” in Mouthful of Salt, Granules.
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Before the full pour of our first issue, these were the first drops that cut through. What began as a preview of Mouthful of Salt and as a way to offer a glimpse of the voices and vision behind our…
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November 1, 2025 at 12:50 PM
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I am thankful to the editors of Loud Coffee Press for publishing this poem, “If We Remember.”

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If We Remember In a South London elderly home, the residents had finished their midday meal, now marionettes with strings unstressed, sunken into each puffed red lazy chair around the room. Our uncle was wide-eyed, shifting in his ninety-seventh loop around the sun. His now and memories are dancing, fleeting memories selfish for attention in his mind. Then, I shifted time selfishly, the marionettes latched me to a summer between college years, working with my mum, watching her with seasoned residents, a lead bee swiftly hopping within a hive, bringing care, communicating, coaxing, carrying those with frail tree branches, frames waving in the wind. The sound of the domino box ting on the table, jolted me back with our uncle, his eyes shining as I swirled the domino cards, as we Jamaicans called them. Touching the dominoes, uncle was tethered to this instant, seventies Abba songs filling the room from the television blending with domino card clacks, the staccato coughs and moans from those in their time-locked slumber around us, great-uncle, niece, great-nephew gathered around a serving table, being present, taking videos to slow down the string of time racing through fingers, holding on to the moment he said domino.
June 15, 2025 at 9:56 AM
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April 23, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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April 15, 2025 at 5:25 PM
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Thanks to the Editors, I cannot wait to see my words represented in The Hong Kong Review. #poem #poetry #writerslife #poetlife
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April 2, 2025 at 5:45 PM
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Hi #BlueSky!
Sharing a #poem just #published about my way to move forward in this social #climate. “In the kaleidoscope of autumn leaves.”

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In the kaleidoscope of autumn leaves Mervyn Seivwright I look for light, the harmonizing glow, the fiery feeling, yet the leaves flash to brittle browning more hastily this year. I wish to greet each set of eyes locked with my energy this day, the gift of breath seems an embrace enough with icons falling as age-old oak trees once on fertile, now gritty frail ground. I need to be the lighthouse, the fog thicker, the rocks sharper, the sea, an unrestricted unrest. I seek to be a space, listening, tender bliss enough for that moment, cheerfulness harvests a smile in return and even when it’s too cold to snow joyful tears can still warm cheeks to chin. If I could crack the egg layers of anxiety we hyper sow from the ones and zeroes slinging our eyes across screen projecting successive voices in an alley cat yard peeling skin from each end of the compass, I could be the sun, a torch for the heart of shared accepted teddy bear hugs, forest green moss breathing life in lungs, be the instant when hope encompasses us. I would know when the shadows compress with darkening cracks, a pinhole of acute light would find a way.
March 14, 2025 at 1:23 PM
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Hi #BlueSky!
Sharing a #poem just #published about my way to move forward in this social #climate. “In the kaleidoscope of autumn leaves.”

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#thebrokenspine #brokensleepbooks #spaldingmfa #amwriting #poetrylife #poetry #poet #StickHookandaPileofYarn
In the kaleidoscope of autumn leaves Mervyn Seivwright I look for light, the harmonizing glow, the fiery feeling, yet the leaves flash to brittle browning more hastily this year. I wish to greet each set of eyes locked with my energy this day, the gift of breath seems an embrace enough with icons falling as age-old oak trees once on fertile, now gritty frail ground. I need to be the lighthouse, the fog thicker, the rocks sharper, the sea, an unrestricted unrest. I seek to be a space, listening, tender bliss enough for that moment, cheerfulness harvests a smile in return and even when it’s too cold to snow joyful tears can still warm cheeks to chin. If I could crack the egg layers of anxiety we hyper sow from the ones and zeroes slinging our eyes across screen projecting successive voices in an alley cat yard peeling skin from each end of the compass, I could be the sun, a torch for the heart of shared accepted teddy bear hugs, forest green moss breathing life in lungs, be the instant when hope encompasses us. I would know when the shadows compress with darkening cracks, a pinhole of acute light would find a way.
March 14, 2025 at 1:23 PM
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here's hoping
#poem #poetry #imissfallallothertimesofyear
February 25, 2025 at 2:58 PM
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Blessings #Blueesky! Today, I share my first publication of the year from the editors of The Basilisk Tree, my poem, “My Echoed Instants.

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February 9, 2025 at 7:21 AM
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Hello #Bluesky!
I can finally share my poem, “Presently Me,” which was one of two finalists for the 2023 C.P. Cavafy Poetry Prize.

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February 14, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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Hello #Bluesky!
I can finally share my poem, “Presently Me,” which was one of two finalists for the 2023 C.P. Cavafy Poetry Prize.

#poetryinternationalonline #poetryintl #brokensleepbooks #spaldingmfa #amwriting #poetrylife #poetry #poet

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February 14, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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Blessings #Blueesky! Today, I share my first publication of the year from the editors of The Basilisk Tree, my poem, “My Echoed Instants.

#Basilisktree #brokensleepbooks #spaldingmfa #amwriting #poetrylife #poetry #poet #StickHookandaPileofYarn #poetrylife

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February 9, 2025 at 7:21 AM
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Grand Rising #bluesky
This is a #poem #published from a future collection to share.

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Sunrising From the Mind - XVII I bring the shadows to the river, wider from spring showers, carving the banks deeper. The moss has painted itself here. The path of the valley, thinner to tread while my shadow plays bounce and blend in breaks betwixt broken trunks, stone stairs, tall sliding stones. My thoughts vanish, feeling the river’s trickle and white bubble-womps. My skin is sensitive to the air with quilted comfort. Each thrush and blackbird are tweaking solos. It is here I ground my feet in the soaked soil and fuse.
February 8, 2025 at 10:38 AM
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idk who needs to hear this but you’re a writer. even if you’re not writing right now. your identity is not dependent on your production.
February 5, 2025 at 5:04 PM
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Hello #bluesky
Sharing a new #poem previously published by Poetry.Onl in 2022.

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Manifest Predestinate Man Society inculcates us to chase our goals never surrender mining through mountains what makes a man a shepherd the long warmth of arms—embracing what makes a man a shepherd the long crooked stick—swinging an acorn crushed in a man’s hands will breed no generations acreages of land claimed when it is tilled by one man’s order possessing a populace grains of DNA in a rat’s jolting-labyrinth disloyal blood grated irrigating the grime is a required tribute infinite seeds slip through fingers of small town folks adolescent breathless bones the mortar of tenement tower rubble a restraining cage of souls human festering fertilization stench does not stain clinical high-rise-arched palaces if vocal cords can be severed unable to vibrate erupt trade winds will sputter voices hiss
February 1, 2025 at 12:24 PM
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Good morning! Here's a #poem for today. First time writing a #contrapuntal poem. Neither as hard (nor quite as easy) as it looked. Thanks for introducing me to the form, @mervynspoet.bsky.social

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A poem: Progress, They Call It (a Contrapuntal Poem - every other line comprises a standalone poem, then the two are woven together) progress, they call it: slashing, burning, progress— can’t stop the forward motion of a nation! encroaching, elbowing, uprooting the living who would want to thwart the people’s will, or kill the canopy of verdant sunlit trees that once breathed sweet aroma of crisply minted bills enrobed in leather with our exhalations. we breathed theirs until they gasped the faintest whiff of manliness, invoking will, their last, until they fell to saw and ax, bulldozed determination. ancestors’ words forgotten as new money’s burned to make a way for strip malls and wealth, unfettered by past sense, decorum, grows, power lines—such progress don’t go well with pines— it goes to feed the engines of industry that only thrive incinerating cedar selves in swirling smoke coal-fired on the backs of miners, steelworkers, “little people”— their ashes drifting heavenwards and carried those dispensable, extra mouths to feed until on the santa ana winds to add a colored layer the robots shove them off a cliff to the cliffs of palo duro choking out the summer sun.
January 30, 2025 at 1:44 PM
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Hello #bluesky
Sharing a new #poem previously published by Poetry.Onl in 2022.

#poet #poetry #poetsofbluesky #blacksky #BlueskyPoets
#poetrycommunity #SpaldingMFA #amwriting #Skypoets #poetlife
Manifest Predestinate Man Society inculcates us to chase our goals never surrender mining through mountains what makes a man a shepherd the long warmth of arms—embracing what makes a man a shepherd the long crooked stick—swinging an acorn crushed in a man’s hands will breed no generations acreages of land claimed when it is tilled by one man’s order possessing a populace grains of DNA in a rat’s jolting-labyrinth disloyal blood grated irrigating the grime is a required tribute infinite seeds slip through fingers of small town folks adolescent breathless bones the mortar of tenement tower rubble a restraining cage of souls human festering fertilization stench does not stain clinical high-rise-arched palaces if vocal cords can be severed unable to vibrate erupt trade winds will sputter voices hiss
February 1, 2025 at 12:24 PM
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Emerging from the obligatory seasonal head cold right in the gap before work of course, I see the news and would quite like a rewind button. I can confirm, however, that this @brokensleepbooks.bsky.social volume is really very good - and healing.

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January 12, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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My pamphlet, Erode with Me, came out with Broken Sleep Books, one year ago!

Happy book birthday to me 🥳

If you want to check it out, it's available on their site!

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Orange book cover with red swirls on it. The title is Erode with Me by Nikki Dudley
January 31, 2025 at 8:16 AM
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‪Hello #bluesky
It has been a while. #Life is about shifts. I am sharing a #poem about #memories.

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Duality in Mountain Memory When my Granddad passed I found out we were mountain people in Jamaica, my mum scaled trees on dirt paths, no safe road cliff barriers except for the flowers, colors of warning connecting to this German village I have found. When my Granddad passed, I remember the dominoes clanging on tables in a village, a decade past kerosene lights in the present, where chickens freely roam unaware of hot water, and their last cluck. I found out we were mountain people as the one I live on, both share a fusion of forest flayed between fields of tall grass, walking miles winding trails for water in and out of the trees. My mum scaling trees reaping sweet starfruits, mangoes, plum, papaya as a spider, then called Tomboy, she had fierce courage, hearkening the stories she told me, endeavors gapped amid store market strolls. On dirt paths, I wondered of my mum in the fields, working before school days, dancing in puddled potholes, shifting for honking horns of cars around corners. I wander the cobblestones, considering the history in my village, far across the Atlantic Sea. The daffodils, tulips, buttercups brightly lead me into a forest shaken, stirred by nature’s twisting force pulling strings of harmony, snow, wind, thunder, and lightning’s chaos in our eyes, until nature’s painting has dried. Connection finds me coupled with my mum’s youth, the hills I am scaling, lost in Hansel and Gretel hinterland country, syncopated scents of fruits and flowers, hidden with green moss fluorescent on the rockface, a chorus of finches claim mornings, a thread stringing this homeland in me.
January 30, 2025 at 9:15 PM
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Blessings #Bluesky.
I am sharing a feature #poem published by #AGNI, from my collection, Stick, Hook, and a Pile of Yarn. Part of my #poetry journal.

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Manhood's Gambit We do not choose the parents who birthed us. My father asked me if I wanted to stay in England. His voice echoed between mountains with great canyons, fading, remembering his face from two pictures, hardly, remembering the Cadbury Chocolate Roses, the aftertaste. No loving calls, nor weekly, monthly visits recalled ever. No proclivity for me to be rooted to his tree or spring buds. My stepfather was presence, postured to parent us with anger instead of teaching math, football, manhood. Feeling empty for a patriarch-guide, providing stories of life. My mummy scraping for our emotional needs; his loving touch missing, given to glasses of stiff drink. My adolescence welcomed advisement from a man, arms wide, my friend’s father, pseudo-father role teaching me the mechanics of cars, life, to touch a woman with respect, kind voice, a smile, willing to laugh with sincere heart. I played the three-shell game, guessing after a green pea, finding stale affinity in these fathers, strangers, to explain my hairs growing, leaving reeking odors when not cared for—my teenage feelings, my unraveling when seized on by riotous peers, those tempting serpents that a father or real male mentor could have deflected. QR code to my book The cover to my book Stick, Hook, and a Pile of Yarn with a Chameleon on cover.
December 9, 2024 at 4:10 PM
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Sharing a winter #poem in the Ohio Valley.

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Winter’s Whispering Winter's stillness brings whispering winds without leaves as sails whistling. Winter whispers quicken movements of field mice not cuddled from cooling earth wandering for leftover grain. Winter whispers ice forming as we sleep snuggled in heat warming blankets, hot water bottles wishing not to wake for work. We whisper in our morning bed wrestling eyes while listening to humming whispers of the refrigerator, central heater’s moans and our breaths.
December 14, 2024 at 2:12 PM