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Marian Rivoire
@metalreverie.bsky.social
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I notice things.... at times, I jot it down.
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Think they all fucked off to the bar 😒
Black text on a white background that reads: "Writer's Block: when your imaginary friends refuse to talk to you"
December 9, 2025 at 1:09 PM
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#emoetry #scared #poem #poetry #longform #grief #healing
Before dawn, 3 a.m. on the porch, teary eyes scan star-laden skies, scared, and searching for an answer: Where does all my love for you go when you are not here? Are you woven now amongst the constellations, having coffee with Orion, sharing a joke with Cassiopeia as she dangles upside down? (Only you could do such things.) I think of you now, free-floating, witnessing creation, receiving my messages beyond the light-years. -M.A. Rivoire
December 3, 2025 at 12:39 PM
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Article 2 Section 4 of the Constitution of the United States of America The President, Vice President and ALL Civil officers of the United States shall be removed from Office on Impeachment for and conviction of treason, bribery,.or other high crimes and misdemeanors
December 2, 2025 at 4:37 AM
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#emoetry #optimism #passionate #poem #poetry
She wore optimism like a cozy, sparkling sweater painted in holiday colors— red, green, gold, her favorite— because when she was little, she knew dirt floors, a coal-mining, absent father, and four cold walls. No family feast. So passionate for the holidays as infectious as her laughter, because she fought to give us more: a feast, and gifts, even when he tried to destroy it. -M.A. Rivoire
December 1, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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#emoetry #prompts #livid #menaced #poem #poetry
Decades creep yet fly at light-speed. The music plays on, still the same song— a fucked up Groundhog Day. So many years wasted, so many spent livid as you menaced us. It ended at my command. Never again will I allow my arms to grow exhausted from swinging at the ghost of an already dead man. -M.A. Rivoire
November 28, 2025 at 1:37 PM
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Now!
Article 2 Section 4 of the Constitution of the United States of America The president, vice president, and ALL civil officers of the United States shall be removed from Office on Impeachment for, and conviction of, treason, bribery, or other high crimes and misdemeanors
November 27, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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#poem #poetry #holidays #grief #loss
Giving thanks without you here seems so hollow. This ache consumes. How I long to go back— to be a little girl on a chair, awestruck, watching you weave magic in the kitchen: your tender hands kneading bread, making your famous pies, the smell of sweet heaven, flour-covered hugs, a messy kitchen filled with your love. A snapshot of us. -M.A. Rivoire Miss you Mom
November 27, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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#emoetry #jovial #poem #poetry #motherlylove
Sweet daughter, born in Jupiter's shadow, a jovial, free-spirited wonder— Sagittarian archer-woman. Never lose sight of what makes you both the bow and the arrow. Cradle the gentle laughter passed in the echoes of your grandmother; it has grown in you, just as my love has, since before you were born. -M.A. Rivoire
November 26, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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#emoetry #inattentive #poem #poetry
How I yearn to be still, to remember feet firmly planted in that garden as a child- from what seems another life, right before spring. Blissfully inattentive to the woes of this world, feeling my own tiny hands cupping cool soil in wonder, imagining a kaleidoscope of blooms, finding small comforts during the safe days. - M.A. Rivoire
November 25, 2025 at 7:16 AM
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Same crew. This may have changed since I snagged the screen yesterday
List of the democrats thinking of being traitorous assholes by voting with the Nazi party: Shaheen Ossoff Kelly Hassan Welch Baldwin Slotkin Peters Cortez-Masto Fetterman
November 4, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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Yeah it's definitely worth a look. Here's another of one of the characters in game, Godfrey and Serosh the lion spirit that tames him.
Screen grab of original artwork from the game "Elden Ring" depicting thr warrior, Godfrey, and the spirit Serosh, a ghostly lion that clings to his back. Godfrey is dressed in armor with long cloaks, wielding his axe. Serosh in ghostly form clings to his back.
November 3, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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Weekend avalanche
Black text on a pink background that reads: Grief is like a snowflake... sometimes it comes one flake at a time, other times, it comes like a blizzard. It melts away, but it always comes back. Just as each snowflake is unique, each person experiences grief in their own unique way.
November 3, 2025 at 3:16 PM
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#emoetry #prompts #tenacious #unassertive #poem #poetry
When you found me— broken-hearted, broken-bodied, woefully unassertive— you scooped me up into your world: the blanket fort kingdom, the safest of all places. You told me, "Go and play." And here, I rediscovered my voice within a waterfall, roaring and resplendent, terrifically tenacious— a remembrance of romance.
October 24, 2025 at 3:33 PM
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Another delightful breakfast 😋
Scott of Star Trek fame gives a skeptical look with the caption overhead: "My organs watching me take 800mg ibuprofen on an empty stomach with coffee."
October 8, 2025 at 1:29 PM
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#Emoetry #prompt #bashful #poem #poetry #writing #resist
Better angels— who are we? The watchers bearing witness to those bringing malfeasance, acquiescence: tedious and predictable. The banality of evil sprawled on the fullest of displays— a dare, if you will, a tease into rage. Don’t be bashful now. better angels, sing your justice. Shout them down without lifting a sword.
September 13, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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Captions of Winnie the Pooh in his famous red shirt above that reads "Writer's Block" Below is Winnie in his tuxedo with the caption "Creativity Constipation"
September 9, 2025 at 9:50 AM
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The only acceptable way to deal with Nazis, techbros and fascists. Pictured - Indiana Jones punching the fuck out of some Nazi asshole.
September 2, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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It’s ok
if I can not
write.

I don’t need
to write
right now.

Weeping —
my weeping
is the poem
unseen,
raw cheeks
the verses.

Sipping coffee
alone -
the stanza.

My cup
is simply
too tiny
to hold
the ocean
of love
I still
Need to pour.
#poetry #poem
Painting of a set of delicate, aqua colored, stacked coffee mugs on saucers. The cups bear a rose design in hues of soft pink and peach. Art Credit - Gail McCormack, acrylic on an old wooden board
August 25, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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this coffee,

warm in hand,

a ritual -

our ritual -

trembling reverence

for the woman

who taught me

to drink dawn

like a prayer.

#poem #poetry #writing #amwriting #grief #loss #ritual
serene moment captured as hands gently cradle a warm cup of coffee, inviting a quiet reflection amidst the backdrop of nature. The soft light filters through the trees, creating a calm atmosphere perfect for savoring each sip.
August 20, 2025 at 1:36 PM
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The mountains
she loved,
she skips across -
frolicking as in childhood,
ever gazing, wide-eyed,
into eternity.

Wearing strands
of stars as necklaces,
plucking wild roses
she loved
for her crown.

her old playground, trembles-laughing -
a girl again.
#poem #poetry #amwriting
Photograph of the Appalachian Mountains, where her roots grew deeply. Photo credit - unknown
August 17, 2025 at 3:56 PM
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Fly now broken-heart-
her grave, a shining beacon,
pulling all shards home.
#haiku #poem #poetry #writing #grief #loss
"Swallow Mountain Bird Fly" Oil on canvas and gold leaf - Viktoria Suhkanova
August 13, 2025 at 8:44 PM
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In my bones,
in the curve
of my daughter’s smile,
she hums -
her voice,
rain on dry earth.
She danced through storms
chasing rainbows.
Now she is the rainbow,
the rose’s breath at dawn -
no longer reaching,
but becoming light.
#poem #poetry #writing #loss #grief

For you, mom.
Photograph of a brightly colored rainbow at sunset on an autumn day. Photo Credit- James Newcomer
August 10, 2025 at 1:31 PM
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Gone
from compassionate
embraces
to back-room
handshakes -
in
what
seems
an
instant.
Yet,
we meet
in deeper
vaults -
where
every
sleeping vine
remembers
how to bloom
through stone.
#poem #poetry #writing #resist
#mood
Photograph of white wildflowers Blooming through a break in pavement. Photo credit - Peter Lundell
August 7, 2025 at 1:49 PM
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😋
A meme of an Orca whale up on a platform, half out of the water. A news reporter's arm reaching towards the whale on the left, holding a microphone. The defiant Orca proclaiming: "I have nothing to say, but eat the rich."
August 5, 2025 at 6:51 PM
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Everyday angel -
Who dared
Clip your wings?
Now you walk
Amongst
The caged,
Turning chains
Into windchimes;
Singing hunger
Into manna.
War drum heart -
Light leaks
Through your cracks:
Guiding those lost
Home.

#vss365 #prompt #angel #poem #poetry #resist
"The Guardian", 2012. Screen print on canvas. Artist: David Driskell Depicts a multicolored abstract of a large angel, towering over everything. Wings wrapped around the people below protectively.
August 4, 2025 at 5:01 PM