Alyn
@thepoetalyn.bsky.social
Gothic poet turned Political poet
Posts every Sunday
Full time elsewhere, this is an alter
Posts every Sunday
Full time elsewhere, this is an alter
I came here today to share two poems for Christmas and to wish you all Happy Holidays. Whether you’re just enjoying a day off or celebrating something, I wish you all the best during this rather warm winter season as we bring a close to the year on the Gregorian calendar. Stay safe out there.
December 25, 2025 at 6:23 PM
I came here today to share two poems for Christmas and to wish you all Happy Holidays. Whether you’re just enjoying a day off or celebrating something, I wish you all the best during this rather warm winter season as we bring a close to the year on the Gregorian calendar. Stay safe out there.
This morning, like any other
I ate breakfast with my mother
She cooed at me about my shoes
She cooed at me about the weather
I was short with her
As if I already knew
She dropped me off at school
Telling me she loved me
(1)
I ate breakfast with my mother
She cooed at me about my shoes
She cooed at me about the weather
I was short with her
As if I already knew
She dropped me off at school
Telling me she loved me
(1)
i.c.e.
Lost Moms
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December 25, 2025 at 6:12 PM
This morning, like any other
I ate breakfast with my mother
She cooed at me about my shoes
She cooed at me about the weather
I was short with her
As if I already knew
She dropped me off at school
Telling me she loved me
(1)
I ate breakfast with my mother
She cooed at me about my shoes
She cooed at me about the weather
I was short with her
As if I already knew
She dropped me off at school
Telling me she loved me
(1)
Don't do that
Compare me with them
Just don't
Much to your chagrin
I'll say it again
Don't compare me to her, him, or them.
I am me
And all that I'm meant
To be
(1)
Compare me with them
Just don't
Much to your chagrin
I'll say it again
Don't compare me to her, him, or them.
I am me
And all that I'm meant
To be
(1)
No Comparing
Don't do that Compare me with them Just don't Much to your chagrin I'll say it again Don't compare me to her, him, or them. I am me And all that I'm meant To be And you are you A flaw I'm sure Is true...
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December 25, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Don't do that
Compare me with them
Just don't
Much to your chagrin
I'll say it again
Don't compare me to her, him, or them.
I am me
And all that I'm meant
To be
(1)
Compare me with them
Just don't
Much to your chagrin
I'll say it again
Don't compare me to her, him, or them.
I am me
And all that I'm meant
To be
(1)
Standing resolute
To the powers at our stoop
Infiltrated with traitors
Standing against instigators
While we stand here
We stand against fear
Against the stark, harsh tyranny
Those standing against us are no friend of me
To the powers at our stoop
Infiltrated with traitors
Standing against instigators
While we stand here
We stand against fear
Against the stark, harsh tyranny
Those standing against us are no friend of me
The Protests
Standing resolute To the powers at our stoop Infiltrated with traitors Standing against instigators While we stand here We stand against fear Against the stark, harsh tyranny Those standing against us...
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December 21, 2025 at 10:46 PM
Standing resolute
To the powers at our stoop
Infiltrated with traitors
Standing against instigators
While we stand here
We stand against fear
Against the stark, harsh tyranny
Those standing against us are no friend of me
To the powers at our stoop
Infiltrated with traitors
Standing against instigators
While we stand here
We stand against fear
Against the stark, harsh tyranny
Those standing against us are no friend of me
When the wind blows through the willows
And the night begins to creep in
When all the world is dim in blue
And shapes and shadows haze on through
Come and meet me in the meadow
Through the window to the water
Past the willow, along the wall
Meet me 'neath the old moon
When its new
(1)
And the night begins to creep in
When all the world is dim in blue
And shapes and shadows haze on through
Come and meet me in the meadow
Through the window to the water
Past the willow, along the wall
Meet me 'neath the old moon
When its new
(1)
'Neath the Old Moon
When the wind blows through the willows And the night begins to creep in When all the world is dim in blue And shapes and shadows haze on through Come and meet me in the meadow Through the window to t...
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December 15, 2025 at 3:41 AM
When the wind blows through the willows
And the night begins to creep in
When all the world is dim in blue
And shapes and shadows haze on through
Come and meet me in the meadow
Through the window to the water
Past the willow, along the wall
Meet me 'neath the old moon
When its new
(1)
And the night begins to creep in
When all the world is dim in blue
And shapes and shadows haze on through
Come and meet me in the meadow
Through the window to the water
Past the willow, along the wall
Meet me 'neath the old moon
When its new
(1)
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This is terribly sad news. 💔
Rob Reiner, Wife Michele Found Dead in Their L.A. Home with Knife Wounds
Rob Reiner -- the legendary director -- and his wife Michele Singer Reiner have died ... TMZ has confirmed.
www.tmz.com
December 15, 2025 at 3:34 AM
This is terribly sad news. 💔
(1)
I would run too
If I could
But with all that I am
Its not what I do
I'm trapt
Like a fly on sticky tape
Watching you flee
All while I'm rapt
Watching helplessly
As they leave
Unable to save those dear to me
While they flee
I would run too
If I could
But with all that I am
Its not what I do
I'm trapt
Like a fly on sticky tape
Watching you flee
All while I'm rapt
Watching helplessly
As they leave
Unable to save those dear to me
While they flee
Those left behind the Lines
a poem of those left behind in turbulent areas
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December 8, 2025 at 1:35 AM
(1)
I would run too
If I could
But with all that I am
Its not what I do
I'm trapt
Like a fly on sticky tape
Watching you flee
All while I'm rapt
Watching helplessly
As they leave
Unable to save those dear to me
While they flee
I would run too
If I could
But with all that I am
Its not what I do
I'm trapt
Like a fly on sticky tape
Watching you flee
All while I'm rapt
Watching helplessly
As they leave
Unable to save those dear to me
While they flee
This next poem post will have the link to Substack for ease of reading, but will also be posted in full in the threads.
While there will be delays in my usual posting time during the holidays, the posts will come every week.
Times are hard and I’m spending the holidays trying to help in my town.
While there will be delays in my usual posting time during the holidays, the posts will come every week.
Times are hard and I’m spending the holidays trying to help in my town.
December 8, 2025 at 1:29 AM
This next poem post will have the link to Substack for ease of reading, but will also be posted in full in the threads.
While there will be delays in my usual posting time during the holidays, the posts will come every week.
Times are hard and I’m spending the holidays trying to help in my town.
While there will be delays in my usual posting time during the holidays, the posts will come every week.
Times are hard and I’m spending the holidays trying to help in my town.
I want to apologize for the delayed posting today. I usually post every Sunday; however, I was spending time w/friends & family & simply did not keep up w/my schedule. The fault it mine, & I’m sorry. The new poem has been shared. Thank you for your understanding, everyone. Take care of yourselves!
December 1, 2025 at 4:20 PM
I want to apologize for the delayed posting today. I usually post every Sunday; however, I was spending time w/friends & family & simply did not keep up w/my schedule. The fault it mine, & I’m sorry. The new poem has been shared. Thank you for your understanding, everyone. Take care of yourselves!
…”Reaching out into existence
Reaching out to you, getting some resistance
I'm just not interested
In rushing to my grave, not intersected
So many phones, on every road
Everywhere I go, and every mode”…
Excerpt from my poem Phones, linked below free to read in full.
Reaching out to you, getting some resistance
I'm just not interested
In rushing to my grave, not intersected
So many phones, on every road
Everywhere I go, and every mode”…
Excerpt from my poem Phones, linked below free to read in full.
Phones
TW: phone addiction, car wrecks
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December 1, 2025 at 4:12 PM
…”Reaching out into existence
Reaching out to you, getting some resistance
I'm just not interested
In rushing to my grave, not intersected
So many phones, on every road
Everywhere I go, and every mode”…
Excerpt from my poem Phones, linked below free to read in full.
Reaching out to you, getting some resistance
I'm just not interested
In rushing to my grave, not intersected
So many phones, on every road
Everywhere I go, and every mode”…
Excerpt from my poem Phones, linked below free to read in full.
I see your pain
You're suffering
Grasping for understanding
For one so loved and kindness rained
Is lost to you this day
Those happy smiles
In photos like mosaic tiles
Words are lost, what can we say
This one will be missed
Always
This one will be loved
Always
(1)
You're suffering
Grasping for understanding
For one so loved and kindness rained
Is lost to you this day
Those happy smiles
In photos like mosaic tiles
Words are lost, what can we say
This one will be missed
Always
This one will be loved
Always
(1)
A Loss
a remembrance poem
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November 24, 2025 at 2:26 AM
I see your pain
You're suffering
Grasping for understanding
For one so loved and kindness rained
Is lost to you this day
Those happy smiles
In photos like mosaic tiles
Words are lost, what can we say
This one will be missed
Always
This one will be loved
Always
(1)
You're suffering
Grasping for understanding
For one so loved and kindness rained
Is lost to you this day
Those happy smiles
In photos like mosaic tiles
Words are lost, what can we say
This one will be missed
Always
This one will be loved
Always
(1)
It crashes over
Like a deep churning tide
It bends and rolls
Like a storm crossing the sky
Hungry, broken hearts
Cry out to the heavens for resolve
Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts
Stinging wounds, so bittersweet - don't solve
Honey, Aloes, and Bitter Bees
There's no relief that we can see
Like a deep churning tide
It bends and rolls
Like a storm crossing the sky
Hungry, broken hearts
Cry out to the heavens for resolve
Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts
Stinging wounds, so bittersweet - don't solve
Honey, Aloes, and Bitter Bees
There's no relief that we can see
These Hard Days
It crashes over Like a deep churning tide It bends and rolls Like a storm crossing the sky Hungry, broken hearts Cry out to the heavens for resolve Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts Stinging wound...
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November 17, 2025 at 3:41 AM
It crashes over
Like a deep churning tide
It bends and rolls
Like a storm crossing the sky
Hungry, broken hearts
Cry out to the heavens for resolve
Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts
Stinging wounds, so bittersweet - don't solve
Honey, Aloes, and Bitter Bees
There's no relief that we can see
Like a deep churning tide
It bends and rolls
Like a storm crossing the sky
Hungry, broken hearts
Cry out to the heavens for resolve
Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts
Stinging wounds, so bittersweet - don't solve
Honey, Aloes, and Bitter Bees
There's no relief that we can see
Just because you say its so-
Should I, then,
Believe your words?
Have I not eyes and hands
Can I not read on mine own?
Have I not passions and reasons
To discern where my logic leads me?
Have I not a brain
With which to think?
(1)
Should I, then,
Believe your words?
Have I not eyes and hands
Can I not read on mine own?
Have I not passions and reasons
To discern where my logic leads me?
Have I not a brain
With which to think?
(1)
Say So
Just because you say its so- Should I, then, Believe your words? Have I not eyes and hands Can I not read on mine own? Have I not passions and reasons To discern where my logic leads me? Have I not a ...
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November 9, 2025 at 7:17 PM
Just because you say its so-
Should I, then,
Believe your words?
Have I not eyes and hands
Can I not read on mine own?
Have I not passions and reasons
To discern where my logic leads me?
Have I not a brain
With which to think?
(1)
Should I, then,
Believe your words?
Have I not eyes and hands
Can I not read on mine own?
Have I not passions and reasons
To discern where my logic leads me?
Have I not a brain
With which to think?
(1)
“Undeserving
Non-existent, shadow workers
Work, work, toil all day
Oppressed and still the same
Riding on the hopes of 'some day'
Turning a blind eye
Hearing their cries
You know intervention won't pay your bills”
Complete poem on Substack, free to read.
Non-existent, shadow workers
Work, work, toil all day
Oppressed and still the same
Riding on the hopes of 'some day'
Turning a blind eye
Hearing their cries
You know intervention won't pay your bills”
Complete poem on Substack, free to read.
Unworthy Impoverished Souls
With a note from the author
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November 2, 2025 at 6:48 PM
“Undeserving
Non-existent, shadow workers
Work, work, toil all day
Oppressed and still the same
Riding on the hopes of 'some day'
Turning a blind eye
Hearing their cries
You know intervention won't pay your bills”
Complete poem on Substack, free to read.
Non-existent, shadow workers
Work, work, toil all day
Oppressed and still the same
Riding on the hopes of 'some day'
Turning a blind eye
Hearing their cries
You know intervention won't pay your bills”
Complete poem on Substack, free to read.
From the shadows she arises
Rally, like a gathering storm
Entering the stage for all the world to see
Entering, regardless of the strife
Do you hear their cries
Of the oppressed as they call
Mourning the loss of their human rights.
(1)
Rally, like a gathering storm
Entering the stage for all the world to see
Entering, regardless of the strife
Do you hear their cries
Of the oppressed as they call
Mourning the loss of their human rights.
(1)
Freedom for All
Equity for the Oppressed Souls
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October 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
From the shadows she arises
Rally, like a gathering storm
Entering the stage for all the world to see
Entering, regardless of the strife
Do you hear their cries
Of the oppressed as they call
Mourning the loss of their human rights.
(1)
Rally, like a gathering storm
Entering the stage for all the world to see
Entering, regardless of the strife
Do you hear their cries
Of the oppressed as they call
Mourning the loss of their human rights.
(1)
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The Trump regime tried to paint No Kings Day as a “hate America” protest, but what we saw on display was the best of what this country is meant to be. #NoKings
October 19, 2025 at 5:26 PM
The Trump regime tried to paint No Kings Day as a “hate America” protest, but what we saw on display was the best of what this country is meant to be. #NoKings
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My favorite signs at our protest today -
October 18, 2025 at 11:40 PM
My favorite signs at our protest today -
Thank you to everyone who showed up for No Kings 2.0; and thank you to those who showed continued support but were unable to attend. Each and every single one of you is an inspiration and a valuable, irreplaceable part of this country/community/movement. Thank you! As always, take care out there!
October 19, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Thank you to everyone who showed up for No Kings 2.0; and thank you to those who showed continued support but were unable to attend. Each and every single one of you is an inspiration and a valuable, irreplaceable part of this country/community/movement. Thank you! As always, take care out there!
I’ve got to say, I cancelled Spotify when I learned about their giving trump money and supporting him. However, if you haven’t cancelled yet, but have found your last straw, welcome to the party, we’re happy to have you.
October 19, 2025 at 5:20 PM
I’ve got to say, I cancelled Spotify when I learned about their giving trump money and supporting him. However, if you haven’t cancelled yet, but have found your last straw, welcome to the party, we’re happy to have you.
Reposted by Alyn
🚨 Journalist Mehdi Hasan said during the “No Kings” protest:
“There is more gold in Trump’s Oval Office than in King Charles’ palace.”
“There is more gold in Trump’s Oval Office than in King Charles’ palace.”
October 19, 2025 at 5:03 PM
🚨 Journalist Mehdi Hasan said during the “No Kings” protest:
“There is more gold in Trump’s Oval Office than in King Charles’ palace.”
“There is more gold in Trump’s Oval Office than in King Charles’ palace.”
“Pythia Rises
From the smoke and ash
Of days long gone
And years since past
She billows out the sage
She cries out in pain”
Free to read in full on Substack
From the smoke and ash
Of days long gone
And years since past
She billows out the sage
She cries out in pain”
Free to read in full on Substack
Pythia Rises
Pythia Rises From the smoke and ash Of days long gone And years since past She billows out the sage She cries out in pain To plague A plague A pox upon Oh, a plague over the rich mans' houses May the ...
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October 19, 2025 at 5:06 PM
“Pythia Rises
From the smoke and ash
Of days long gone
And years since past
She billows out the sage
She cries out in pain”
Free to read in full on Substack
From the smoke and ash
Of days long gone
And years since past
She billows out the sage
She cries out in pain”
Free to read in full on Substack
Too long
Too short
Why not read a ballad
Then why not try haiku
If you look long enough
You’ll find a poet just for you
They’re all great you see
Even if they’re not like me
It’s precisely why
they catch my eye
Go on, read
and give them a try
-Alyn 9/17/2025
Too short
Why not read a ballad
Then why not try haiku
If you look long enough
You’ll find a poet just for you
They’re all great you see
Even if they’re not like me
It’s precisely why
they catch my eye
Go on, read
and give them a try
-Alyn 9/17/2025
October 12, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Too long
Too short
Why not read a ballad
Then why not try haiku
If you look long enough
You’ll find a poet just for you
They’re all great you see
Even if they’re not like me
It’s precisely why
they catch my eye
Go on, read
and give them a try
-Alyn 9/17/2025
Too short
Why not read a ballad
Then why not try haiku
If you look long enough
You’ll find a poet just for you
They’re all great you see
Even if they’re not like me
It’s precisely why
they catch my eye
Go on, read
and give them a try
-Alyn 9/17/2025
“Who wants the crown
Those who desire the crown
only desire glory and wealth
Self centered, wanton, gluttonous ambitions
Without the true understanding
of the breadth of the undertaking
The true weight of a crown
that bears down
Curving the spine to those whose lives
are shaped by it”
Those who desire the crown
only desire glory and wealth
Self centered, wanton, gluttonous ambitions
Without the true understanding
of the breadth of the undertaking
The true weight of a crown
that bears down
Curving the spine to those whose lives
are shaped by it”
Who Wants the Crown
Death
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October 6, 2025 at 7:31 PM
“Who wants the crown
Those who desire the crown
only desire glory and wealth
Self centered, wanton, gluttonous ambitions
Without the true understanding
of the breadth of the undertaking
The true weight of a crown
that bears down
Curving the spine to those whose lives
are shaped by it”
Those who desire the crown
only desire glory and wealth
Self centered, wanton, gluttonous ambitions
Without the true understanding
of the breadth of the undertaking
The true weight of a crown
that bears down
Curving the spine to those whose lives
are shaped by it”
There will be a slight delay in posting today on both Bluesky and Substack. Thank you for your patience, I just wanted to let you know so no one was left wondering.
Again, thank you for your understanding and support.
Again, thank you for your understanding and support.
October 5, 2025 at 6:28 PM
There will be a slight delay in posting today on both Bluesky and Substack. Thank you for your patience, I just wanted to let you know so no one was left wondering.
Again, thank you for your understanding and support.
Again, thank you for your understanding and support.