No 45/47 supporters plz. I will just block you when I find out. #FAFO
Pronouns: any/all
Face this devils deeds
Believe your eyes
Not the lies
Believe your fellow man
Not the Gestapo
Draw the darkness
Out,
Draw the truth
Back into the light
Do it,
Morning, noon and
Especially through the night
#poetry #writing #blueskypoetry
Face this devils deeds
Believe your eyes
Not the lies
Believe your fellow man
Not the Gestapo
Draw the darkness
Out,
Draw the truth
Back into the light
Do it,
Morning, noon and
Especially through the night
#poetry #writing #blueskypoetry
This piece responds to Bernice A. King’s moral clarity in a moment of state violence and democratic erosion. Traces how nonviolence demands accountability, names complicity, and calls us to act—now—before silence becomes policy.
#King #Resist
ko-fi.com/post/Bernice...
This piece responds to Bernice A. King’s moral clarity in a moment of state violence and democratic erosion. Traces how nonviolence demands accountability, names complicity, and calls us to act—now—before silence becomes policy.
#King #Resist
ko-fi.com/post/Bernice...
of this dead-drop love note,
you say it must be
nice-
that it’s not
fair-
and you love
to
hate me,
you give
hate
in abundance
#weirdmicro #grimscribe #foxprose #vssmagic #wildwalkprompt #poetry
of this dead-drop love note,
you say it must be
nice-
that it’s not
fair-
and you love
to
hate me,
you give
hate
in abundance
#weirdmicro #grimscribe #foxprose #vssmagic #wildwalkprompt #poetry
That quiet glow returns in
Soft, pulsating waves.
#2WordPrompt #Quiet/Glow #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@jason-h-abbott.bsky.social
That quiet glow returns in
Soft, pulsating waves.
#2WordPrompt #Quiet/Glow #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@jason-h-abbott.bsky.social
and I look around,
unsure
what certainty
is
and is not.
I’m being carried
a million miles away,
on a different plane.
I’m being
left behind
right here,
right now.
And if
it’s worth worrying,
I’m too tired
to bother.
Wake me
when the ground
remembers
how to hold me.
#Poetry
and I look around,
unsure
what certainty
is
and is not.
I’m being carried
a million miles away,
on a different plane.
I’m being
left behind
right here,
right now.
And if
it’s worth worrying,
I’m too tired
to bother.
Wake me
when the ground
remembers
how to hold me.
#Poetry
you resist
a state that executes
protesters,
I insist
you resist
a state the takes
children from
mothers,
I insist
you resist
a state that disappears
people,
I insist
you resist
a state that
supports femicide,
I insist you resist
#poetry
you resist
a state that executes
protesters,
I insist
you resist
a state the takes
children from
mothers,
I insist
you resist
a state that disappears
people,
I insist
you resist
a state that
supports femicide,
I insist you resist
#poetry
Is preceded
By futile attempts
At order
Leaf on the wind
With pocket full
Of meaningful change
Dice rolling
Never meaning
To stop
#poetry
Is preceded
By futile attempts
At order
Leaf on the wind
With pocket full
Of meaningful change
Dice rolling
Never meaning
To stop
#poetry
'Local copy stored at source
& network storage, of course
Then the cloud, trying to force
Entropy against backup layers'
'An abundance of redundancy
Odd numbered for consistency
Enumerated, one through three'
- An archivist's backup prayers
There were a lot of berries on this small bush... A Lot!!
Look at them all... hundreds of them...
#abundance
Use the image/word to inspire your writing, then post with #WildWalkPrompt
#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
'Local copy stored at source
& network storage, of course
Then the cloud, trying to force
Entropy against backup layers'
'An abundance of redundancy
Odd numbered for consistency
Enumerated, one through three'
- An archivist's backup prayers
I heard a magical beat—
so familiar
yet I couldn't place it
and then
it came to me—
your heart & mine
singing side by side,
the silent aria
of your skin,
the rhythm of a breath
that danced one
with my own
beneath that waterfall
I heard our hearts
sing once again.
#faesense
I heard a magical beat—
so familiar
yet I couldn't place it
and then
it came to me—
your heart & mine
singing side by side,
the silent aria
of your skin,
the rhythm of a breath
that danced one
with my own
beneath that waterfall
I heard our hearts
sing once again.
#faesense
#cave #principality #solseed
#resistance #artasresistance
Minnesota. ⤵️
the cave is not shelter.
it is where the violence is stored-names slain into bloody stone rage
#cave #principality #solseed
#resistance #artasresistance
Minnesota. ⤵️
the cave is not shelter.
it is where the violence is stored-names slain into bloody stone rage
#poetry #mpprompt #burned
You burned a mix CD for me
Songs about Nash Ramblers
Stuffed animal luncheons
Ontological sheep facts
& other assorted oddities
I didn't understand then
How you showed interest
What that CD would mean
In between my teen anguish
When I would play it on loop
Write me a poem that you hope would be burned 🔥
#MPPrompt
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#poetry #emoetry #illicit
In the former Soviet Union
Music lovers would trade
Illicit western records
Pressed into x-ray vinyl
By underground dealers
In the former United States
Music lovers would seed
Illicit album copies
Converted into mp3
On underground networks
"Unbuild Walls" by @silkys13.bsky.social
"Border and Rule" by @harshawalia.bsky.social and
"The Case for Open Borders" by @jwashing.bsky.social
www.haymarketbooks.org/blogs/525-fr...
"Unbuild Walls" by @silkys13.bsky.social
"Border and Rule" by @harshawalia.bsky.social and
"The Case for Open Borders" by @jwashing.bsky.social
www.haymarketbooks.org/blogs/525-fr...
Deceit lived in that liar
Jackals were always there
Waitresses with kohl-dark eyes
smiled the young into staying
The older knew
when and where to find them
The ‘#Cusp of Charm’ sold fire.
A few dreams blistered,
mired in orange ash
~rev
#vss365
Deceit lived in that liar
Jackals were always there
Waitresses with kohl-dark eyes
smiled the young into staying
The older knew
when and where to find them
The ‘#Cusp of Charm’ sold fire.
A few dreams blistered,
mired in orange ash
~rev
#vss365