Eager Al
@eageralpoet.bsky.social
New to poems. New to Bluesky. Trying something a little uncomfortable. Two poems a week, more or less — small truths in rhyme. Thanks for being here.
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Eager Al
@eageralpoet.bsky.social
· Jul 24
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Phil
He grabbed his brush,
a squirt of paste did endow.
Time to get to work,
removing leftover chow.
The brush still felt too new,
disapproval on his brow.
But once it met his lips,
all he could utter was ‘Wow-ow-ow-ow’.
He grabbed his brush,
a squirt of paste did endow.
Time to get to work,
removing leftover chow.
The brush still felt too new,
disapproval on his brow.
But once it met his lips,
all he could utter was ‘Wow-ow-ow-ow’.
November 11, 2025 at 7:24 PM
Phil
He grabbed his brush,
a squirt of paste did endow.
Time to get to work,
removing leftover chow.
The brush still felt too new,
disapproval on his brow.
But once it met his lips,
all he could utter was ‘Wow-ow-ow-ow’.
He grabbed his brush,
a squirt of paste did endow.
Time to get to work,
removing leftover chow.
The brush still felt too new,
disapproval on his brow.
But once it met his lips,
all he could utter was ‘Wow-ow-ow-ow’.
Twinkle Twinkle
Fi sang a melody:
C C G G A A G.
Her voice hoarse,
chafed through repetition.
C C G G A B D -
the reply.
Fi slumped down
on the beige suede sofa.
‘No, come on,’
she cried.
The parrot stared back.
‘It’s A A G.
Now,
from the top.’
Fi sang a melody:
C C G G A A G.
Her voice hoarse,
chafed through repetition.
C C G G A B D -
the reply.
Fi slumped down
on the beige suede sofa.
‘No, come on,’
she cried.
The parrot stared back.
‘It’s A A G.
Now,
from the top.’
October 11, 2025 at 4:23 AM
Twinkle Twinkle
Fi sang a melody:
C C G G A A G.
Her voice hoarse,
chafed through repetition.
C C G G A B D -
the reply.
Fi slumped down
on the beige suede sofa.
‘No, come on,’
she cried.
The parrot stared back.
‘It’s A A G.
Now,
from the top.’
Fi sang a melody:
C C G G A A G.
Her voice hoarse,
chafed through repetition.
C C G G A B D -
the reply.
Fi slumped down
on the beige suede sofa.
‘No, come on,’
she cried.
The parrot stared back.
‘It’s A A G.
Now,
from the top.’
The Barista
April prepares.
She liked coffee.
White.
Two sugars.
But it wasn’t her order.
She went along.
“Three oat-milk
flat white
almond syrup
Frappuccinos, please.”
Barista Joe nodded.
He could only make lattes.
No one noticed.
April prepares.
She liked coffee.
White.
Two sugars.
But it wasn’t her order.
She went along.
“Three oat-milk
flat white
almond syrup
Frappuccinos, please.”
Barista Joe nodded.
He could only make lattes.
No one noticed.
September 20, 2025 at 9:13 PM
The Barista
April prepares.
She liked coffee.
White.
Two sugars.
But it wasn’t her order.
She went along.
“Three oat-milk
flat white
almond syrup
Frappuccinos, please.”
Barista Joe nodded.
He could only make lattes.
No one noticed.
April prepares.
She liked coffee.
White.
Two sugars.
But it wasn’t her order.
She went along.
“Three oat-milk
flat white
almond syrup
Frappuccinos, please.”
Barista Joe nodded.
He could only make lattes.
No one noticed.
New Day
No matter what happens,
I remind myself that
tomorrow is a new day:
each dawn a new morning,
and another opportunity
to fuck up anew.
No matter what happens,
I remind myself that
tomorrow is a new day:
each dawn a new morning,
and another opportunity
to fuck up anew.
September 10, 2025 at 6:22 AM
New Day
No matter what happens,
I remind myself that
tomorrow is a new day:
each dawn a new morning,
and another opportunity
to fuck up anew.
No matter what happens,
I remind myself that
tomorrow is a new day:
each dawn a new morning,
and another opportunity
to fuck up anew.
