Roland Young
@rypoet.bsky.social
#Poet. #Philosopher. 🖊️ I #write randomly inspired #poems and thoughts. All pseudonyms here are mine.
I hear there are thousands
I don't know if I'll get that far
But nevertheless I've done it all
So I learned to play the guitar.
Its sound is sonorous, so
Resonant, can this acoustic's sound
It makes me concentrate on my breathing
It makes the world gather 'round.
#guitar #poem #poetry
I don't know if I'll get that far
But nevertheless I've done it all
So I learned to play the guitar.
Its sound is sonorous, so
Resonant, can this acoustic's sound
It makes me concentrate on my breathing
It makes the world gather 'round.
#guitar #poem #poetry
December 27, 2025 at 6:01 AM
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December 26, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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Brian E. Jones (British, b. 1948). Winter, Gregynog (1992, acrylic on canvas)
December 26, 2025 at 6:38 PM
Brian E. Jones (British, b. 1948). Winter, Gregynog (1992, acrylic on canvas)
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December 26, 2025 at 3:41 PM
"I never act unless I would act for gain, for I've already performed every act that I wanted to for pleasure. (Hence, otherwise, I do not act.)"
How do people think like this? Yet this was how I acted.
#memoir #philosophy #thought
How do people think like this? Yet this was how I acted.
#memoir #philosophy #thought
December 27, 2025 at 4:09 AM
"I never act unless I would act for gain, for I've already performed every act that I wanted to for pleasure. (Hence, otherwise, I do not act.)"
How do people think like this? Yet this was how I acted.
#memoir #philosophy #thought
How do people think like this? Yet this was how I acted.
#memoir #philosophy #thought
You did it for your pleasure,
But alas, the result does last;
For me it became my future,
For you it became your past.
And I think about what you became
And I think of what I could've become:
Such therefore the miracle of things we do
-That leaves part of us undone.
#memoir #poem #poetry
But alas, the result does last;
For me it became my future,
For you it became your past.
And I think about what you became
And I think of what I could've become:
Such therefore the miracle of things we do
-That leaves part of us undone.
#memoir #poem #poetry
December 27, 2025 at 4:03 AM
I wake up this morning,
And only what happens outside is true.
All things we've felt,
All things ever known,
Will remain in oblivion unless
They become poems: shown.
So I felt it, so I write this,
so that what happens outside was true;
"I'll never know, now I always knew."
#memoir #poem #poetry
And only what happens outside is true.
All things we've felt,
All things ever known,
Will remain in oblivion unless
They become poems: shown.
So I felt it, so I write this,
so that what happens outside was true;
"I'll never know, now I always knew."
#memoir #poem #poetry
December 27, 2025 at 3:49 AM
I wake up this morning,
And things aren't better.
My parents are quieter,
and so is this weather.
Can't you hear the anger
in the trees, as the wind runs?
Can't I hear likewise in my voice?
"a family saga is done."
#micropoem #poem #poetry
And things aren't better.
My parents are quieter,
and so is this weather.
Can't you hear the anger
in the trees, as the wind runs?
Can't I hear likewise in my voice?
"a family saga is done."
#micropoem #poem #poetry
December 27, 2025 at 2:31 AM
I wake up this morning,
And things aren't better.
My parents are quieter,
and so is this weather.
Can't you hear the anger
in the trees, as the wind runs?
Can't I hear likewise in my voice?
"a family saga is done."
#micropoem #poem #poetry
And things aren't better.
My parents are quieter,
and so is this weather.
Can't you hear the anger
in the trees, as the wind runs?
Can't I hear likewise in my voice?
"a family saga is done."
#micropoem #poem #poetry
I hear that Ovid experienced
The same thing I did as well,
No matter how bad it's in Heaven
Wonderful places not home are Hell.
To be on the Earth of my home,
To have my feet square on the ground,
I wake up so far away, parted by oceans
And this poem is the only sound.
#memoir #poem #poetry
The same thing I did as well,
No matter how bad it's in Heaven
Wonderful places not home are Hell.
To be on the Earth of my home,
To have my feet square on the ground,
I wake up so far away, parted by oceans
And this poem is the only sound.
#memoir #poem #poetry
December 26, 2025 at 2:54 PM
In the country of my birth
The most beautiful place on Earth
I knew everyone, it contained
Every person I'd ever known.
Now I know only myself;
Elsewhere completely alone.
Ancient philosophers tell us:
Know yourself, indeed
But I've studied Socrates;
Poems are what I need.
#memoir #poem #poetry
The most beautiful place on Earth
I knew everyone, it contained
Every person I'd ever known.
Now I know only myself;
Elsewhere completely alone.
Ancient philosophers tell us:
Know yourself, indeed
But I've studied Socrates;
Poems are what I need.
#memoir #poem #poetry
December 26, 2025 at 2:46 PM
In the country of my youth
Before I left it for good (and ill)
I saw the snow drifting from outside
My Las Vegas windowsill.
My mother pruned the rose garden
Roses yellow, orange, red
I sat on the seat by the window
Then woke up in a different country's bed.
#memoir #poem #poetry
Before I left it for good (and ill)
I saw the snow drifting from outside
My Las Vegas windowsill.
My mother pruned the rose garden
Roses yellow, orange, red
I sat on the seat by the window
Then woke up in a different country's bed.
#memoir #poem #poetry
December 26, 2025 at 2:36 PM
December 26, 2025 at 12:30 PM
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Cardón, State of Oaxaca — José María Velasco, 1887
December 26, 2025 at 5:33 AM
Cardón, State of Oaxaca — José María Velasco, 1887
Reposted by Roland Young
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On Winter Wonderland, if you listen closely you can hear that the bass player starts off flat but adjusts their tuning after Ramsey Lewis comes in on the piano. Back in the day when you couldn't just delete and start all over cause actual tape was a limited resource.
December 25, 2025 at 11:36 PM
On Winter Wonderland, if you listen closely you can hear that the bass player starts off flat but adjusts their tuning after Ramsey Lewis comes in on the piano. Back in the day when you couldn't just delete and start all over cause actual tape was a limited resource.
Reposted by Roland Young
The #Nibbies are returning on 11th May 2026 ✨
Submissions are open for this year's awards 👉 thebookseller.com/the-briti...
Submissions are open for this year's awards 👉 thebookseller.com/the-briti...
December 26, 2025 at 12:02 PM
The #Nibbies are returning on 11th May 2026 ✨
Submissions are open for this year's awards 👉 thebookseller.com/the-briti...
Submissions are open for this year's awards 👉 thebookseller.com/the-briti...
December 26, 2025 at 9:41 AM