Bernard Pearson
@bernp.bsky.social
Poet, novelist, Reviewer, published in over one hundred and fifty journals magazines, including Wild Court, The York Literary Review, Aesthetica Magazine . Husband, father, hankering after peace in a protected planet www.abookatberntime.uk
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A brilliant starter pack of Poets from @poetry-with-hart.bsky.social Please follow and repost if you can #poetrycommunity #poetsonbluesky
November 15, 2025 at 8:35 AM
A brilliant starter pack of Poets from @poetry-with-hart.bsky.social Please follow and repost if you can #poetrycommunity #poetsonbluesky
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Trump just ordered new inventions into Jeffrey Epstein and some very prominent names… thank goodness there are no embarrassing photos of those two together - that could be trouble.
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November 14, 2025 at 6:42 PM
Trump just ordered new inventions into Jeffrey Epstein and some very prominent names… thank goodness there are no embarrassing photos of those two together - that could be trouble.
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When the river runs savage
Paddle up stream a piece
Against the flow and
The raging white water
Then find a reed rimmed pool.
(The one you missed
when coming down stream),
take out a book, and treat
this as home for a while.
© Bernard Pearson
When the river runs savage
Paddle up stream a piece
Against the flow and
The raging white water
Then find a reed rimmed pool.
(The one you missed
when coming down stream),
take out a book, and treat
this as home for a while.
© Bernard Pearson
November 14, 2025 at 5:10 PM
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When the river runs savage
Paddle up stream a piece
Against the flow and
The raging white water
Then find a reed rimmed pool.
(The one you missed
when coming down stream),
take out a book, and treat
this as home for a while.
© Bernard Pearson
When the river runs savage
Paddle up stream a piece
Against the flow and
The raging white water
Then find a reed rimmed pool.
(The one you missed
when coming down stream),
take out a book, and treat
this as home for a while.
© Bernard Pearson
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For this week's #PoemsAbout #Desire with thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and all those participating.
November 14, 2025 at 7:00 AM
For this week's #PoemsAbout #Desire with thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and all those participating.
Huge thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk for once again hosting #PoetryAbout #Desire here's a little poem from 'In Free Fall' a small selection of my poetry published by www.leafbyleafpress.com
November 14, 2025 at 8:44 AM
Huge thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk for once again hosting #PoetryAbout #Desire here's a little poem from 'In Free Fall' a small selection of my poetry published by www.leafbyleafpress.com
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Buddy
That polaroid,
like a Hardy novel
In its sad soiled-sand way
Curled at the edges
French toast
Brittle in the memory.
I am wearing my father’s
Howling blue dogtooth jumper
And there you , wolf eyed ,
Yet not having the fox cunning
to escape this photograph
© Bernard Pearson
That polaroid,
like a Hardy novel
In its sad soiled-sand way
Curled at the edges
French toast
Brittle in the memory.
I am wearing my father’s
Howling blue dogtooth jumper
And there you , wolf eyed ,
Yet not having the fox cunning
to escape this photograph
© Bernard Pearson
November 13, 2025 at 8:55 AM
Buddy
That polaroid,
like a Hardy novel
In its sad soiled-sand way
Curled at the edges
French toast
Brittle in the memory.
I am wearing my father’s
Howling blue dogtooth jumper
And there you , wolf eyed ,
Yet not having the fox cunning
to escape this photograph
© Bernard Pearson
That polaroid,
like a Hardy novel
In its sad soiled-sand way
Curled at the edges
French toast
Brittle in the memory.
I am wearing my father’s
Howling blue dogtooth jumper
And there you , wolf eyed ,
Yet not having the fox cunning
to escape this photograph
© Bernard Pearson
Went to some wonderful readings from this remarkable anthology 'Seeing the Trees and the Woods' (published by Offa Press at Oswestry library. Chapeaus! all round
November 12, 2025 at 3:36 PM
Went to some wonderful readings from this remarkable anthology 'Seeing the Trees and the Woods' (published by Offa Press at Oswestry library. Chapeaus! all round
‘Man stands in his own Shadow and wonders why it is dark’
(Zen Teaching)
(Zen Teaching)
November 12, 2025 at 9:59 AM
‘Man stands in his own Shadow and wonders why it is dark’
(Zen Teaching)
(Zen Teaching)
Cold Comfort
My skeleton, Bob
But three jumpers on,
He said it was just the job,
Now that all his flesh has gone.
© Bernard Pearson
My skeleton, Bob
But three jumpers on,
He said it was just the job,
Now that all his flesh has gone.
© Bernard Pearson
November 12, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Cold Comfort
My skeleton, Bob
But three jumpers on,
He said it was just the job,
Now that all his flesh has gone.
© Bernard Pearson
My skeleton, Bob
But three jumpers on,
He said it was just the job,
Now that all his flesh has gone.
© Bernard Pearson
Fish in the unruffled lakes
The swarming colours wear
Swans in the winter air
A white perfection have
And the great lion walks
Through his innocent Grove
Lion, fish and swan
Act and are gone
Upon Times toppling wave.
(W.H. Auden)
The swarming colours wear
Swans in the winter air
A white perfection have
And the great lion walks
Through his innocent Grove
Lion, fish and swan
Act and are gone
Upon Times toppling wave.
(W.H. Auden)
November 11, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Fish in the unruffled lakes
The swarming colours wear
Swans in the winter air
A white perfection have
And the great lion walks
Through his innocent Grove
Lion, fish and swan
Act and are gone
Upon Times toppling wave.
(W.H. Auden)
The swarming colours wear
Swans in the winter air
A white perfection have
And the great lion walks
Through his innocent Grove
Lion, fish and swan
Act and are gone
Upon Times toppling wave.
(W.H. Auden)
The Hindu Buddhist tradition which being mystically aware, can see beyond personality to ultimate reality
Summons to life by Martin Israel
Summons to life by Martin Israel
November 11, 2025 at 4:04 PM
The Hindu Buddhist tradition which being mystically aware, can see beyond personality to ultimate reality
Summons to life by Martin Israel
Summons to life by Martin Israel
In hearts truth I declare
What most I fear
To find beyond deaths veil
Not legendary hells of ice and fire
But a face too merciful
For my own devil peopled soul to bear
(From on a different shore by Kathleen Raine The Dolmin Press)
What most I fear
To find beyond deaths veil
Not legendary hells of ice and fire
But a face too merciful
For my own devil peopled soul to bear
(From on a different shore by Kathleen Raine The Dolmin Press)
November 11, 2025 at 3:57 PM
In hearts truth I declare
What most I fear
To find beyond deaths veil
Not legendary hells of ice and fire
But a face too merciful
For my own devil peopled soul to bear
(From on a different shore by Kathleen Raine The Dolmin Press)
What most I fear
To find beyond deaths veil
Not legendary hells of ice and fire
But a face too merciful
For my own devil peopled soul to bear
(From on a different shore by Kathleen Raine The Dolmin Press)
Inside Job
I knew a robber
Who during Lent
Would give himself up.
© Bernard Pearson
I knew a robber
Who during Lent
Would give himself up.
© Bernard Pearson
November 11, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Inside Job
I knew a robber
Who during Lent
Would give himself up.
© Bernard Pearson
I knew a robber
Who during Lent
Would give himself up.
© Bernard Pearson
I took my mouse to the vets as it was losing weight
I said Tell me is it the end?
He said No but it’s a narrow squeak
I said Tell me is it the end?
He said No but it’s a narrow squeak
November 10, 2025 at 8:12 PM
I took my mouse to the vets as it was losing weight
I said Tell me is it the end?
He said No but it’s a narrow squeak
I said Tell me is it the end?
He said No but it’s a narrow squeak
Kincora
You who were seen
and not heard,
by the grown up ones.
You who were touched,
but not loved,
by the grown up ones.
You who were innocent
but remain unacquitted,
by the grown up ones.
You who are ghosts
haunted day and night
by the grown up ones.
You who were seen
and not heard,
by the grown up ones.
You who were touched,
but not loved,
by the grown up ones.
You who were innocent
but remain unacquitted,
by the grown up ones.
You who are ghosts
haunted day and night
by the grown up ones.
November 10, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Kincora
You who were seen
and not heard,
by the grown up ones.
You who were touched,
but not loved,
by the grown up ones.
You who were innocent
but remain unacquitted,
by the grown up ones.
You who are ghosts
haunted day and night
by the grown up ones.
You who were seen
and not heard,
by the grown up ones.
You who were touched,
but not loved,
by the grown up ones.
You who were innocent
but remain unacquitted,
by the grown up ones.
You who are ghosts
haunted day and night
by the grown up ones.
