Dave Hemming
@davehemming.bsky.social
I write words. I usually cross them out later. Poet and seahorse whisperer, haiku. Songwriter with @thenightherons.bsky.social
I’ve decided to award myself the Subbuteo World Peace Prize.
December 6, 2025 at 10:45 AM
I’ve decided to award myself the Subbuteo World Peace Prize.
Some sharks have to keep on moving;
can’t relax, just keep improving,
hitting targets, multitasking:
surely there’s a time for basking?
#blueskypoetry #poem #shark #purpose #basking
can’t relax, just keep improving,
hitting targets, multitasking:
surely there’s a time for basking?
#blueskypoetry #poem #shark #purpose #basking
October 27, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Some sharks have to keep on moving;
can’t relax, just keep improving,
hitting targets, multitasking:
surely there’s a time for basking?
#blueskypoetry #poem #shark #purpose #basking
can’t relax, just keep improving,
hitting targets, multitasking:
surely there’s a time for basking?
#blueskypoetry #poem #shark #purpose #basking
October 2, 2025 at 4:18 PM
September 11, 2025 at 7:43 AM
1. Get a lucrative publishing deal
2. Sell film rights
3. Lawyer up
2. Sell film rights
3. Lawyer up
July 21, 2025 at 12:52 PM
1. Get a lucrative publishing deal
2. Sell film rights
3. Lawyer up
2. Sell film rights
3. Lawyer up
Man going to St Ives “did not meet
polygamist with 343 cats and 2401 kittens”, according to latest “Salt Path” exposé.
polygamist with 343 cats and 2401 kittens”, according to latest “Salt Path” exposé.
July 9, 2025 at 8:23 AM
Man going to St Ives “did not meet
polygamist with 343 cats and 2401 kittens”, according to latest “Salt Path” exposé.
polygamist with 343 cats and 2401 kittens”, according to latest “Salt Path” exposé.
July 3, 2025 at 8:38 AM
June 5, 2025 at 6:34 AM
In school they always used
an overhead projector.
We were small and unaware:
everything went over our heads.
#poem #blueskypoetry #ohp
an overhead projector.
We were small and unaware:
everything went over our heads.
#poem #blueskypoetry #ohp
June 4, 2025 at 7:13 AM
In school they always used
an overhead projector.
We were small and unaware:
everything went over our heads.
#poem #blueskypoetry #ohp
an overhead projector.
We were small and unaware:
everything went over our heads.
#poem #blueskypoetry #ohp
Food, wine, clothes, treasure,
eternal life: a pharaoh’s
Maslow pyramid
#haiku #poem #pyramids #blueskypoetry
eternal life: a pharaoh’s
Maslow pyramid
#haiku #poem #pyramids #blueskypoetry
May 30, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Food, wine, clothes, treasure,
eternal life: a pharaoh’s
Maslow pyramid
#haiku #poem #pyramids #blueskypoetry
eternal life: a pharaoh’s
Maslow pyramid
#haiku #poem #pyramids #blueskypoetry
May 23, 2025 at 7:41 AM
May 13, 2025 at 6:32 AM
May 12, 2025 at 9:42 AM
I used to cut out
the best music reviews with
rock paper scissors
#haiku #poem #rockmusic #rockpaperscissors
the best music reviews with
rock paper scissors
#haiku #poem #rockmusic #rockpaperscissors
May 11, 2025 at 12:59 PM
I used to cut out
the best music reviews with
rock paper scissors
#haiku #poem #rockmusic #rockpaperscissors
the best music reviews with
rock paper scissors
#haiku #poem #rockmusic #rockpaperscissors
May 8, 2025 at 6:04 PM
May 7, 2025 at 7:16 AM
Saw “The Brightening Air” at the @oldvictheatre.bsky.social - outstanding performances from Rosie Sheehy, Chris O’Dowd and Brian Gleeson #theatre #london
May 4, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Saw “The Brightening Air” at the @oldvictheatre.bsky.social - outstanding performances from Rosie Sheehy, Chris O’Dowd and Brian Gleeson #theatre #london
May 3, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Electric skateboard man
weaves in silence through
the old market square
with a twist of his hips.
Down the river path:
floats on his single wheel,
surfing a hidden wave
like some future ghost.
Some evenings I’ve seen
his row of little lights
sweep across the bridge
and slip into the night. #poem
weaves in silence through
the old market square
with a twist of his hips.
Down the river path:
floats on his single wheel,
surfing a hidden wave
like some future ghost.
Some evenings I’ve seen
his row of little lights
sweep across the bridge
and slip into the night. #poem
April 30, 2025 at 11:53 AM
Electric skateboard man
weaves in silence through
the old market square
with a twist of his hips.
Down the river path:
floats on his single wheel,
surfing a hidden wave
like some future ghost.
Some evenings I’ve seen
his row of little lights
sweep across the bridge
and slip into the night. #poem
weaves in silence through
the old market square
with a twist of his hips.
Down the river path:
floats on his single wheel,
surfing a hidden wave
like some future ghost.
Some evenings I’ve seen
his row of little lights
sweep across the bridge
and slip into the night. #poem
April 29, 2025 at 9:09 PM
April 27, 2025 at 10:34 AM
Smörkniv
A smörkniv of oiled ash:
the outline of a leaping whale
plunged into a butter sea.
The fluke snug in your palm,
its soft edge and flat blade,
curling up a yellow wave,
to break and spread across
a beach of soda-bread.
#poem #wood #whale #butterknife
A smörkniv of oiled ash:
the outline of a leaping whale
plunged into a butter sea.
The fluke snug in your palm,
its soft edge and flat blade,
curling up a yellow wave,
to break and spread across
a beach of soda-bread.
#poem #wood #whale #butterknife
April 22, 2025 at 6:24 AM
Smörkniv
A smörkniv of oiled ash:
the outline of a leaping whale
plunged into a butter sea.
The fluke snug in your palm,
its soft edge and flat blade,
curling up a yellow wave,
to break and spread across
a beach of soda-bread.
#poem #wood #whale #butterknife
A smörkniv of oiled ash:
the outline of a leaping whale
plunged into a butter sea.
The fluke snug in your palm,
its soft edge and flat blade,
curling up a yellow wave,
to break and spread across
a beach of soda-bread.
#poem #wood #whale #butterknife
Tree Museum:TripAdvisor Review
A dollar fifty’s not too bad
to see a load of dead old trees;
and all those oaks and pines
brought back some memories.
There’s isn’t too much more
to say about the piles of wood.
Although I must confess
parking there is very good.
#trees #museums #poem #joni
A dollar fifty’s not too bad
to see a load of dead old trees;
and all those oaks and pines
brought back some memories.
There’s isn’t too much more
to say about the piles of wood.
Although I must confess
parking there is very good.
#trees #museums #poem #joni
April 19, 2025 at 10:00 AM
April 17, 2025 at 5:06 PM