John Guzlowski
@jzguzlowski.bsky.social
Writer. Poetry. Novels. Newspaper columns for oldest Polish newspaper in America!
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John Guzlowski
@jzguzlowski.bsky.social
· Mar 30
What Makes Me Happy
my family, my writing, my breathing, the trees in my back yard, the way the deer wander through them slowly, cereal in the morning, wine in the evening, a back porch that is screened in, a granddaughter who loves to practice her ballet everywhere.
my family, my writing, my breathing, the trees in my back yard, the way the deer wander through them slowly, cereal in the morning, wine in the evening, a back porch that is screened in, a granddaughter who loves to practice her ballet everywhere.
Trump’s 10 commandments
#1
There is no law against lying in America.
#2
Listen to Trump.
#3
Fuck who you want to fuck.
#4
Give me your money!
#5
#5?
I’ll get back to you.
#1
There is no law against lying in America.
#2
Listen to Trump.
#3
Fuck who you want to fuck.
#4
Give me your money!
#5
#5?
I’ll get back to you.
November 21, 2025 at 10:26 AM
Trump’s 10 commandments
#1
There is no law against lying in America.
#2
Listen to Trump.
#3
Fuck who you want to fuck.
#4
Give me your money!
#5
#5?
I’ll get back to you.
#1
There is no law against lying in America.
#2
Listen to Trump.
#3
Fuck who you want to fuck.
#4
Give me your money!
#5
#5?
I’ll get back to you.
Holocaust Deniers?
My mother and I once watched a 60 minutes program about Holocaust deniers.
I asked her what she thought.
My mother — who had spent 3 years as a slave laborer in Nazi Germany — said, they weren't there.
My mother and I once watched a 60 minutes program about Holocaust deniers.
I asked her what she thought.
My mother — who had spent 3 years as a slave laborer in Nazi Germany — said, they weren't there.
November 20, 2025 at 5:41 PM
Holocaust Deniers?
My mother and I once watched a 60 minutes program about Holocaust deniers.
I asked her what she thought.
My mother — who had spent 3 years as a slave laborer in Nazi Germany — said, they weren't there.
My mother and I once watched a 60 minutes program about Holocaust deniers.
I asked her what she thought.
My mother — who had spent 3 years as a slave laborer in Nazi Germany — said, they weren't there.
My dad, who spent four years in Buchenwald concentration camp and came to America as a refugee after the war, believed every 4th American was crazy.
If he were alive today, he’d probably be saying it’s ever third American.
If he were alive today, he’d probably be saying it’s ever third American.
November 20, 2025 at 10:06 AM
My dad, who spent four years in Buchenwald concentration camp and came to America as a refugee after the war, believed every 4th American was crazy.
If he were alive today, he’d probably be saying it’s ever third American.
If he were alive today, he’d probably be saying it’s ever third American.
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November 17, 2025 at 9:06 PM
In a country
where all people
are created equal
racism is treason
where all people
are created equal
racism is treason
November 19, 2025 at 5:34 AM
In a country
where all people
are created equal
racism is treason
where all people
are created equal
racism is treason
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Penny Wise and Em Foolish: @newversenews.bsky.social #poems: “Worthless” by B. Fulton Jennes and “Elegy for a Close Attachment” by Zumwalt bit.ly/39DQ3WM
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November 17, 2025 at 10:58 AM
Penny Wise and Em Foolish: @newversenews.bsky.social #poems: “Worthless” by B. Fulton Jennes and “Elegy for a Close Attachment” by Zumwalt bit.ly/39DQ3WM
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☀️Happy Sunday ☀️
#NurtureNature 🐠🐚
All of us are so committed to the sea,
we have salt in our blood,
in our sweat,
in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the
sea we are going back from
whence we came.” 🐚 🐢
― John F. Kennedy
#NurtureNature 🐠🐚
All of us are so committed to the sea,
we have salt in our blood,
in our sweat,
in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the
sea we are going back from
whence we came.” 🐚 🐢
― John F. Kennedy
November 16, 2025 at 3:39 PM
☀️Happy Sunday ☀️
#NurtureNature 🐠🐚
All of us are so committed to the sea,
we have salt in our blood,
in our sweat,
in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the
sea we are going back from
whence we came.” 🐚 🐢
― John F. Kennedy
#NurtureNature 🐠🐚
All of us are so committed to the sea,
we have salt in our blood,
in our sweat,
in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the
sea we are going back from
whence we came.” 🐚 🐢
― John F. Kennedy
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How the worm turns. Pebbles mothered the little bit of ginger fluff, Bam Bam, and now they frolic day and all through the night, prancing across sleeping faces, and feet🐱🐱
January 24, 2025 at 1:18 AM
How the worm turns. Pebbles mothered the little bit of ginger fluff, Bam Bam, and now they frolic day and all through the night, prancing across sleeping faces, and feet🐱🐱
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at this ungodly hour
another empty thought
so full of dread
is filed away
its corner turned down
in the book of life
the question
how many more pages
before the end is revealed
it was light when i started
reading as the sun went down
another dawn
is the question
as yet unanswered
another empty thought
so full of dread
is filed away
its corner turned down
in the book of life
the question
how many more pages
before the end is revealed
it was light when i started
reading as the sun went down
another dawn
is the question
as yet unanswered
November 17, 2025 at 8:20 AM
at this ungodly hour
another empty thought
so full of dread
is filed away
its corner turned down
in the book of life
the question
how many more pages
before the end is revealed
it was light when i started
reading as the sun went down
another dawn
is the question
as yet unanswered
another empty thought
so full of dread
is filed away
its corner turned down
in the book of life
the question
how many more pages
before the end is revealed
it was light when i started
reading as the sun went down
another dawn
is the question
as yet unanswered
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john john - went to bed with his trousers on
November 17, 2025 at 9:05 AM
john john - went to bed with his trousers on
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October 23, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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Refusing to love your neighbor is a fruit of Christian Nationalism. Christian Nationalism, above all else, is an ideology of self. Every Christian Nationalist worships not God but an idol that wears the face they see in the mirror.
November 3, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Refusing to love your neighbor is a fruit of Christian Nationalism. Christian Nationalism, above all else, is an ideology of self. Every Christian Nationalist worships not God but an idol that wears the face they see in the mirror.
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When a body is so broken that it is entirely dependent on the care of others or a mind is basically gone, we are called to give dignity to what remains, for it still houses one created in the image of God.
November 7, 2025 at 12:59 PM
When a body is so broken that it is entirely dependent on the care of others or a mind is basically gone, we are called to give dignity to what remains, for it still houses one created in the image of God.
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One of my published haiku for #SmallPoemSunday
first snow
the only sound
the bonsai
Published in: Tranquility
An Anthology of Haiku
Editor: Gabriela Marie Milton
#Haiku #Micropoetry
first snow
the only sound
the bonsai
Published in: Tranquility
An Anthology of Haiku
Editor: Gabriela Marie Milton
#Haiku #Micropoetry
November 16, 2025 at 8:35 PM
One of my published haiku for #SmallPoemSunday
first snow
the only sound
the bonsai
Published in: Tranquility
An Anthology of Haiku
Editor: Gabriela Marie Milton
#Haiku #Micropoetry
first snow
the only sound
the bonsai
Published in: Tranquility
An Anthology of Haiku
Editor: Gabriela Marie Milton
#Haiku #Micropoetry
A Window Story
430 in the morning.
With the light on,
all I see outside the window
is the darkness.
On the glass,
my reflection is dark too,
some light reflecting off my face
and off the shelves of books behind me.
A car passes by,
four lights swimming away
Nothing is different.
430 in the morning.
With the light on,
all I see outside the window
is the darkness.
On the glass,
my reflection is dark too,
some light reflecting off my face
and off the shelves of books behind me.
A car passes by,
four lights swimming away
Nothing is different.
November 17, 2025 at 7:28 AM
A Window Story
430 in the morning.
With the light on,
all I see outside the window
is the darkness.
On the glass,
my reflection is dark too,
some light reflecting off my face
and off the shelves of books behind me.
A car passes by,
four lights swimming away
Nothing is different.
430 in the morning.
With the light on,
all I see outside the window
is the darkness.
On the glass,
my reflection is dark too,
some light reflecting off my face
and off the shelves of books behind me.
A car passes by,
four lights swimming away
Nothing is different.
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Bread lines in America.
This is the food distribution line at Nellis Air Force Base in Las Vegas 11/7/25. This is what Trump doesn't want you to see.
November 15, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Bread lines in America.
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This
There are no footnotes in this poem
No marginalia
No secrets
No truths
No sorrows
No dreams
No hopes
No metaphors
No rhymes
Just this
There are no footnotes in this poem
No marginalia
No secrets
No truths
No sorrows
No dreams
No hopes
No metaphors
No rhymes
Just this
November 13, 2025 at 12:48 PM
This
There are no footnotes in this poem
No marginalia
No secrets
No truths
No sorrows
No dreams
No hopes
No metaphors
No rhymes
Just this
There are no footnotes in this poem
No marginalia
No secrets
No truths
No sorrows
No dreams
No hopes
No metaphors
No rhymes
Just this
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The Day I Was Born in a Refugee Camp After The War lightning-and-ashes.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-...
The Day I was Born in a Refugee Camp
The Day I Was Born in a Refugee Camp after the War My mother washed her face in cold water, tied her hair back, and put on an old dress. S...
lightning-and-ashes.blogspot.com
November 14, 2025 at 5:43 PM
The Day I Was Born in a Refugee Camp After The War lightning-and-ashes.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-...
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Life teaches us
to write as fast
as we can
And keep it
short
to write as fast
as we can
And keep it
short
November 2, 2025 at 12:14 PM
Life teaches us
to write as fast
as we can
And keep it
short
to write as fast
as we can
And keep it
short