Ozzy
@ozzywon.bsky.social
Semi-retired engineer and occasional poet and writer wannabe. #vanlife hobbyist living in the coastal redwoods.
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Ozzy
@ozzywon.bsky.social
· Nov 17
There’s a blank page
in my mind.
I’d put words on it
and they’d fall off,
scramble,
disappear.
The page would sit
without a word,
taunting
when I tried
haunting
when I’d forget
then one day
with no light bulb
or bolt of lightning,
the ink just stayed.
in my mind.
I’d put words on it
and they’d fall off,
scramble,
disappear.
The page would sit
without a word,
taunting
when I tried
haunting
when I’d forget
then one day
with no light bulb
or bolt of lightning,
the ink just stayed.
The trail was already dry,
looking down on trees
still dripping
rain drops collected,
self-watering
before the wind takes it away.
Somewhere in there a bird
adds faint background music,
as I continue on it fades,
giving way to the next chapter
of a forest full
waiting to be memories.
#Sensewrds 9
looking down on trees
still dripping
rain drops collected,
self-watering
before the wind takes it away.
Somewhere in there a bird
adds faint background music,
as I continue on it fades,
giving way to the next chapter
of a forest full
waiting to be memories.
#Sensewrds 9
December 19, 2024 at 6:29 AM
The trail was already dry,
looking down on trees
still dripping
rain drops collected,
self-watering
before the wind takes it away.
Somewhere in there a bird
adds faint background music,
as I continue on it fades,
giving way to the next chapter
of a forest full
waiting to be memories.
#Sensewrds 9
looking down on trees
still dripping
rain drops collected,
self-watering
before the wind takes it away.
Somewhere in there a bird
adds faint background music,
as I continue on it fades,
giving way to the next chapter
of a forest full
waiting to be memories.
#Sensewrds 9
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December 14, 2024 at 2:32 AM
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December 14, 2024 at 1:18 AM
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I yearn for a simpler time.
#7syllablesentenc
#7syllablesentenc
December 13, 2024 at 6:22 AM
I yearn for a simpler time.
#7syllablesentenc
#7syllablesentenc
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#FromOneLine 365
Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
They asked me to leave a light on
#FromOneLine 365
Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
They asked me to leave a light on
#FromOneLine 365
December 9, 2024 at 6:07 AM
#FromOneLine 365
Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
They asked me to leave a light on
#FromOneLine 365
Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
They asked me to leave a light on
#FromOneLine 365
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#parameter
is such
an engineering term
there is only
black & white
with a parameter,
it’s value defined -
the range,
limits,
red flags…
and along comes the artist
who opens the door
to color
limitless,
undefined,
flags dropped,
and the artist
and engineer
marry -
the ying & yang
complete.
#vss365
is such
an engineering term
there is only
black & white
with a parameter,
it’s value defined -
the range,
limits,
red flags…
and along comes the artist
who opens the door
to color
limitless,
undefined,
flags dropped,
and the artist
and engineer
marry -
the ying & yang
complete.
#vss365
December 6, 2024 at 7:35 AM
#parameter
is such
an engineering term
there is only
black & white
with a parameter,
it’s value defined -
the range,
limits,
red flags…
and along comes the artist
who opens the door
to color
limitless,
undefined,
flags dropped,
and the artist
and engineer
marry -
the ying & yang
complete.
#vss365
is such
an engineering term
there is only
black & white
with a parameter,
it’s value defined -
the range,
limits,
red flags…
and along comes the artist
who opens the door
to color
limitless,
undefined,
flags dropped,
and the artist
and engineer
marry -
the ying & yang
complete.
#vss365
There are no stars anymore
the moon is gone too
I could only tolerate darkness
with them, and now
I have no friends
and as I face the darkness
I am alone
so I must create my own
twinkle
and beams
until I find a way back,
to feel the shine
of the moon
and stars,
I wish
for happiness
#FromOneLine 364
the moon is gone too
I could only tolerate darkness
with them, and now
I have no friends
and as I face the darkness
I am alone
so I must create my own
twinkle
and beams
until I find a way back,
to feel the shine
of the moon
and stars,
I wish
for happiness
#FromOneLine 364
December 6, 2024 at 7:17 AM
There are no stars anymore
the moon is gone too
I could only tolerate darkness
with them, and now
I have no friends
and as I face the darkness
I am alone
so I must create my own
twinkle
and beams
until I find a way back,
to feel the shine
of the moon
and stars,
I wish
for happiness
#FromOneLine 364
the moon is gone too
I could only tolerate darkness
with them, and now
I have no friends
and as I face the darkness
I am alone
so I must create my own
twinkle
and beams
until I find a way back,
to feel the shine
of the moon
and stars,
I wish
for happiness
#FromOneLine 364
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"...a dove leaving behind a hollow
within two fists not meant for war..."
'Where They Move Like Angels' by Vikki C.
Sharing my 2nd poem in the latest issue of Cable Street. With thanks again to Editor @danadelibovi.bsky.social ❤️
#WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity
cablestreet.org/issue-7-tabl...
within two fists not meant for war..."
'Where They Move Like Angels' by Vikki C.
Sharing my 2nd poem in the latest issue of Cable Street. With thanks again to Editor @danadelibovi.bsky.social ❤️
#WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity
cablestreet.org/issue-7-tabl...
December 4, 2024 at 8:33 AM
"...a dove leaving behind a hollow
within two fists not meant for war..."
'Where They Move Like Angels' by Vikki C.
Sharing my 2nd poem in the latest issue of Cable Street. With thanks again to Editor @danadelibovi.bsky.social ❤️
#WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity
cablestreet.org/issue-7-tabl...
within two fists not meant for war..."
'Where They Move Like Angels' by Vikki C.
Sharing my 2nd poem in the latest issue of Cable Street. With thanks again to Editor @danadelibovi.bsky.social ❤️
#WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity
cablestreet.org/issue-7-tabl...
#vss365
Borders? Papers? #Citizen of what? It mattered a great deal toward the end. Nationalism was in vogue and the far right was growing - selfism was winning over human kindness. But karma has its way and Mother Nature cleaned things up. Now we’re just struggling to live and ability wins over ID.
Borders? Papers? #Citizen of what? It mattered a great deal toward the end. Nationalism was in vogue and the far right was growing - selfism was winning over human kindness. But karma has its way and Mother Nature cleaned things up. Now we’re just struggling to live and ability wins over ID.
December 3, 2024 at 7:54 PM
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was not born
on this #train -
at least, that's
what I am told.
From time to time,
a grumpy man
comes around &
checks my ticket,
which has already
expired years ago.
What if we finally
arrive at our destination
and I actually have to
leave the train?
Today's #vss365 #prompt is #train. Enjoy!
on this #train -
at least, that's
what I am told.
From time to time,
a grumpy man
comes around &
checks my ticket,
which has already
expired years ago.
What if we finally
arrive at our destination
and I actually have to
leave the train?
Today's #vss365 #prompt is #train. Enjoy!
November 28, 2024 at 5:02 AM
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rush rush me no more
let me amble a little more
stem the time let it flow
red lanterns floating
over the #horizon glow
disappearing into
the nightly shadows slow
floral notes release aroma when crushed
symphony falters
when rushed
play me
fluid languid rusty tones
rush rush me no more
-rev
#vss365
let me amble a little more
stem the time let it flow
red lanterns floating
over the #horizon glow
disappearing into
the nightly shadows slow
floral notes release aroma when crushed
symphony falters
when rushed
play me
fluid languid rusty tones
rush rush me no more
-rev
#vss365
November 24, 2024 at 3:41 PM
On our morning walk
holding hands
due to her vertigo
often but not always
“Am I dying?”
I didn’t want to speak
the answer she knows.
I look to the #horizon for help
“We all are, sweet pea...”
the footfalls get louder
a balloon of intensity expanding with the pause
“some a little quicker.”
#vss365
holding hands
due to her vertigo
often but not always
“Am I dying?”
I didn’t want to speak
the answer she knows.
I look to the #horizon for help
“We all are, sweet pea...”
the footfalls get louder
a balloon of intensity expanding with the pause
“some a little quicker.”
#vss365
November 24, 2024 at 7:44 PM
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I remember when
hope caressed me back to life
as I stood on the shore
sea spray burning me raw
because I had no skin
to protect me
from the roaring world
so I screamed at God
until I was hoarse
to release me from life
but there was no answer
until the sun glowed
on the horizon.
#vss365 #horizon
hope caressed me back to life
as I stood on the shore
sea spray burning me raw
because I had no skin
to protect me
from the roaring world
so I screamed at God
until I was hoarse
to release me from life
but there was no answer
until the sun glowed
on the horizon.
#vss365 #horizon
November 24, 2024 at 5:30 AM
November 24, 2024 at 3:54 AM
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an animal sound
full string
coming out of your mouth
the way
we don’t want what we think we have
smells like an insult
remember thinking
something extraordinary’d have to happen
to make a yes out of
something like this?
something wild and I
hop to it
I’m like
yes, then
#vss365
full string
coming out of your mouth
the way
we don’t want what we think we have
smells like an insult
remember thinking
something extraordinary’d have to happen
to make a yes out of
something like this?
something wild and I
hop to it
I’m like
yes, then
#vss365
November 23, 2024 at 3:20 PM
an animal sound
full string
coming out of your mouth
the way
we don’t want what we think we have
smells like an insult
remember thinking
something extraordinary’d have to happen
to make a yes out of
something like this?
something wild and I
hop to it
I’m like
yes, then
#vss365
full string
coming out of your mouth
the way
we don’t want what we think we have
smells like an insult
remember thinking
something extraordinary’d have to happen
to make a yes out of
something like this?
something wild and I
hop to it
I’m like
yes, then
#vss365
“You caught an alien? An illegal?”
“Ha! No, an actual alien. Although he says he’s here on vacation. What was…a sightseeing trip.”
“Where’s he from?”
“Just a #hop away - Andromeda”
“Quite the journey. I wonder how many suitcases he pa- wait! How’d you find him?”
“The rain was…avoiding him.”
#vss365
“Ha! No, an actual alien. Although he says he’s here on vacation. What was…a sightseeing trip.”
“Where’s he from?”
“Just a #hop away - Andromeda”
“Quite the journey. I wonder how many suitcases he pa- wait! How’d you find him?”
“The rain was…avoiding him.”
#vss365
November 23, 2024 at 6:50 AM
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#vss365
We smiled
Though nothing was joy
Our regrets buried
Simmering anger
Threatened to spill
But, we rose above that
We shook hands
Once
We were 'family'
Now just vestige
Hollowed ghosts
I walked a lot that day
Alone
Until the clouds clamoured towards me
Where #rain embraced me like a mother
We smiled
Though nothing was joy
Our regrets buried
Simmering anger
Threatened to spill
But, we rose above that
We shook hands
Once
We were 'family'
Now just vestige
Hollowed ghosts
I walked a lot that day
Alone
Until the clouds clamoured towards me
Where #rain embraced me like a mother
November 22, 2024 at 6:06 AM
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November 22, 2024 at 6:56 PM
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It’d been so long since they saw #rain they forgot what it was. Even clouds were a treat but clouds that cried WITH them were unheard of. It was when it started pouring that realization hit. It was water and they aren’t doing anything to collect it. Pots came out and the dancing started.
#vss365
#vss365
November 22, 2024 at 7:53 PM
“You have to go to school!”
“But Dad! The kids call me a #troll!”
“Sweetie you ARE a troll.”
“Well trolls have feelings too!”
“Next time tell ‘em you’ll eat their children for calling you that.”
And the troll stereotype is passed to a new generation due to schoolyard bullies and bad advice.
#vss365
“But Dad! The kids call me a #troll!”
“Sweetie you ARE a troll.”
“Well trolls have feelings too!”
“Next time tell ‘em you’ll eat their children for calling you that.”
And the troll stereotype is passed to a new generation due to schoolyard bullies and bad advice.
#vss365
November 21, 2024 at 5:18 PM
So quiet
I’d swear
you could hear the
ground
giving the sun
any water
hiding beneath
cowering
as cracks split
the ground opens
baring the last refuge
as if the ground hopes
it’s gift
would form clouds
of relief it so missed
but the sun
seemed to grow
as if it was time to burn
the trash.
#SenseWrds 1
I’d swear
you could hear the
ground
giving the sun
any water
hiding beneath
cowering
as cracks split
the ground opens
baring the last refuge
as if the ground hopes
it’s gift
would form clouds
of relief it so missed
but the sun
seemed to grow
as if it was time to burn
the trash.
#SenseWrds 1
November 21, 2024 at 5:38 AM
So quiet
I’d swear
you could hear the
ground
giving the sun
any water
hiding beneath
cowering
as cracks split
the ground opens
baring the last refuge
as if the ground hopes
it’s gift
would form clouds
of relief it so missed
but the sun
seemed to grow
as if it was time to burn
the trash.
#SenseWrds 1
I’d swear
you could hear the
ground
giving the sun
any water
hiding beneath
cowering
as cracks split
the ground opens
baring the last refuge
as if the ground hopes
it’s gift
would form clouds
of relief it so missed
but the sun
seemed to grow
as if it was time to burn
the trash.
#SenseWrds 1