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Chris Doyle (Doylie)
@mrselyod.bsky.social
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Father of three /Husband. Reader of anything / Writer of poetry. Cycling for mindfulness. Learning BSL at the moment. Bit bald & deaf.
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Anyway. This is my new book. Hoping to have it ready for Christmas
November 1, 2025 at 1:30 PM
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Wrote a thing. bodylanguage words in alt text
Your body language is an SOS Frantic flapping flags unfurled And waved in urgent semaphore Dull and disinterested they do not Spare a glance or a pause. Eyes like glass are wide in Fear and anticipation. Stuttering and fumbling With flailing hands you sign In the language that only You know. Nervously Tapping out an urgent beat Your fingers twitch Inchoate morse to warn of Some battle on its way The words you say Say nothing That is true but still You move. Frenetic jerking A child with palsy. Disabled By the things you know. Your body language is an SOS That no one else can hear.
October 9, 2025 at 9:04 PM
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Little Winnie has a fetching new coat
September 2, 2025 at 1:24 PM
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I think this is called Luke
August 26, 2025 at 6:12 PM
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#poetry wrote a thing. Text in alt description.
Technical debt This is just a moment Here. So I gathered thoughts And took a Breath that shuddered as it left. Just a fraction of the time There is left. Reflection and Indecision encircle me. This is my list that has no End in sight. No respite here This is my debt and list of follies Etched here in indelible ink No crayons or ephemeral Pencil strokes for us This is what I have and this Is what I need to do.
July 30, 2025 at 7:13 AM
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July 14, 2025 at 6:34 AM
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#poetry
We used to be connected.

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think we were connected once You used to notice what I said The way I looked and moved And danced. You read the thoughts Inside my head. You cared For what I did and felt We shared unbroken dreams We built this place with our Bare hands. We crafted All these schemes. Then As things do the world Moved on. Our orbits Flailed and fell. Hairline Cracks and subtle knives Made all that’s well Unwell. Something broke And something changed Within me and with you Lay on the grass - no Comfort here - drowning in The dew.
July 13, 2025 at 8:14 PM
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It’s two years since my friend Dennis died. God how we loved him. He’s have rolled his eyes at the poem I wrote for him.
With no lines around his eyes downturned corners of the mouth With tunes that can ignite you Drink is taken to excess because We are young and he can With unguarded laughter at a joke that Only he knows he struts Beside the decks - fearless Careless - no worries for the Things the Later seasons may bring Encapsulated by a roaring Beat that shuffles into places That no one thought to go Where we all needed though To be He raises his head Tilts sideways And he smiles And drops a final beat.
June 23, 2025 at 12:51 PM
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Happy #fathersday dad
June 15, 2025 at 10:13 AM
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We buried Maisey today xx
June 1, 2025 at 12:12 PM
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I don’t recall your face #poetry words are in the alt text.
We say hello although I don’t recall your face With simultaneous mimicry We frown and stare And glance away I recognise some features Though lined and grey And drawn. The eyes That draw me in - That have seen so much And not all good. The Subtle curve on your thinning Lips. They betray A struggling smile. I stroke my hair as You stroke yours Mine - I feel is Bountiful whilst yours Is grey and sparse. In perfect steps We sigh - and realise And turn and walk away.
May 26, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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@dailybunnies.bsky.social this is Oreo x
May 13, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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New hat day
May 7, 2025 at 4:33 PM
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#poetry

I can smell the winter. Words are in the alt text
We can smell the winter On her breath and Oozing from her pores Bare and brittle trees Sway a little - bowed And weak and trembling A stumble then a stagger With all her knives drawn Defiant and aware Cold air crystallises with Longer gaps and pauses We smell the winter on Her breath and know Something is coming For her and for us The collateral and the cause No tears are falling as We sense the crisp Inevitability of the day The scent will Sour. The eyes will close. And winter will have passed.
April 29, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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I hope our death is glorious
hope our death is glorious No quivering or tears will Shame us. Let us stand In the mud. On the bones And tattered fragments Of the fallen. We will not Cry or turn away. Hopeful And brave - no cowardice We’ll face you - with our arms raised No guns or knives And will offer you no Respite. We will be powerful And luminous. Weaponless But deadly. Our weakness Will be our shield - and though We hope for victory - should that Prize be denied - we will still Be glorious.
April 18, 2025 at 9:48 PM
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Absolutely no idea what this is about but here it is. #poetry

We seek the company of witches here
April 17, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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Another one. #poetry
April 9, 2025 at 9:07 PM
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This is called KOMPUTORS

Text is in the alt description, #poetry
Komputors There are no secrets here they said You will find neither twists nor turns There are no hidden depths to this No secret doors or subtle hints What we say is what you see What we claim Is what you know now No convoluted winding paths That lead to empty places No dead ends or scheming Vacant faces. Be told and know Just this - what is in front of you A truth - of sorts anyway To see. And hear. Tell someone Or tell no one Proclaim it loudly Or just keep it all within It does not matter here. Nothing matters here.
April 9, 2025 at 8:54 PM
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Hm. I feel somewhat seen by this
March 30, 2025 at 10:58 AM
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Said cake. It has not come out quite as expected
March 29, 2025 at 3:45 PM
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#poetry
Words in the alt text as it’s too long
All of our medals are broken and lost Hidden in cupboard and smothered By dust. No one remembers the things That we did All the worlds that we conquered or the Secrets we hid. The treasures are buried in the depths Of our mind The maps are all tattered and we are all Aligned to the future - dismissing the past Nailed to the cedar and chained To the mast.
March 6, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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The watchmaker. #poetry
February 11, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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Wrote a bit of #poetry last night on the anniversary of my dad dying.
January 15, 2025 at 1:31 PM
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We’re looking after As parents dog for a few days. He’s a lovely boy. Took him for a long walk to day and all I could think of was taking my Maisey moo for hers and how I never will again. I just feel hopelessly sad without her. Anyway - this is bob x
Cockerpoo dog lay on a sofa resting
January 11, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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World mental health day today. I wrote this poem on the train journey home tonight.
October 10, 2024 at 8:48 PM