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What's up my fellow poets! Are we looking behind #LockedDoors! #PoemsAbout
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Have a most lovely day! #KeepWriting!
November 7, 2025 at 11:04 AM
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I’ve had four novels successfully published.
I’ve also written four full novels that (in all likelihood) will never be published. Three of those were written since my debut.
It’s not so unusual.
Some books work, some don’t.
Some sell, some don’t.
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Picture of my debut novel Little White Lies staged with white and yellow daffodils Picture of my second novel Safe And Sound staged with red ribbon and a set of house keys Picture of my third novel I’ll Never Tell staged with my violin in its case, and my face in the frame as well, smiling Picture of my fourth book, A Guilty Secret stage with flowers, fir cones and a skull charm
November 4, 2025 at 3:45 PM
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Slide some oil to me…

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🆕 The Wheel That Never Squeaks
I hear their calls but my walls muffle them These thoughts get lost since I shuffle them Because sometimes, I want to reach out  Other times, I couldn’t get my speech out I’ve gotten used to t…
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October 31, 2025 at 8:27 PM
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Maeve’s glove avoids the blood Assigned a coarse, chaotic, struggling school, both he and I, like to a desert beach, within the desiccated Larkin’s rule that he should never strive to overreach his pent-up realm, sought fruitful pertinence in Maeve’s unnoticed glove. Afghanistan, her lives and deaths, the bloody warzone whence he’d fled, left little space for Philip’s yarn in verse of how he’d tried to hear Maeve clapping on his radio. What was Phil’s point? Intelligent, polite, forthright, and strapping, his closest London friend in some dull joint had been stabbed dead, his blood soaked through the concrete floor. With all he’d known, how little I, how might I help him soar? Paul Rapley 2025 #blood
October 31, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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"You are going to be someone's favorite author." - Ann Rose, Tobias Agency, at the @scbwirockymtn.bsky.social conference last weekend.
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October 23, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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‘Courage to wear / Traversed skin’ — that pairing is superb. It honours the body as map & armour. This moves with self-acceptance that feels earned, not easy.
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October 18, 2025 at 9:31 AM
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‘a songthrush was challenged – oh so sweetly – by a nightingale’ Beneath the gentleness is a resistance, & a refusal to trade one’s own tune for another’s.
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October 18, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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‘The streets stream with DNA’ — what a line. This ripples with the living & the lost folded into one breath.
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October 18, 2025 at 1:55 PM
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‘Solitude yields a rare liquor’ — exquisite opening. Reverent yet wry. This piece shimmers with intellect & devotion.
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October 18, 2025 at 9:54 AM
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‘tearing apart a church matters, carrying the same risk or reward as the splitting of an atom’ — explosive. You fuse faith & physics, reverence & revolt, until belief itself trembles.
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October 18, 2025 at 10:05 AM
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followed a mind-trail & came to this
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parsing the heart Today we have parsing the heart. Last week we had long-buried grief and next month we’ll have how to revive, but today we have parsing the heart. Hatred burns like acid across the public landscape so today we have parsing the heart. These are the lower heart ventricles and these are the upper heart auricles whose use you will feel when fleeing authority. And this is the lifeblood which in your case you have not got. Our biota was born of the beauty of stardust which in our case we have not got. This is the conscience which is always inspired by a careful understanding of the other. And please do not let me see anyone using their ignorance. You can find it quite easily if you have any depth in your soul. The rulers are selfish and hopeless, unashamedly letting everyone see all of them using their ignorance. And that which we feel is the fear. The purpose of this is to close down our impulses, as you can sense. They can pump it rapidly upwards and downwards: we call this pumping the fear. And rapidly upwards and downwards mock-elected lords are assaulting and trashing your laws. They call this pumping the fear. All call it pumping the fear. It is not easy to counter, but doable if one has enough depth in one’s soul with the hope and the aim and the will and the way and the means which in our case we must ask if we’ve got while the old leaders sit silent in all of the lands and the fear’s driven upwards and upwards. Thus today we have probing of hearts. Paul Rapley 2025, with grateful acknowledgement to Henry Read 1942 #BreakingTheMould
October 17, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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‘ellipsis signaling the story continues—’ Triumphant. You turn survival into punctuation. Smart!
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October 11, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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‘And what I hear is, I love you forever and forever and forever’ — heartbreaking delusion rendered soft.
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October 11, 2025 at 7:31 PM
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‘Not AI generated, far from it’ That bites with pride. You remind us what real mess feels like: the spill, the slur, the beautiful human glitch.
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October 11, 2025 at 8:57 PM
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‘the table of contents a puzzle’ That’s a gorgeous self-portrait. You give autobiography texture, each stanza turning the page on forgiveness.
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October 11, 2025 at 8:55 PM
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‘bare feet on the hour hand’ — brutal and brilliant. You trap the reader inside time’s cruelty.
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October 11, 2025 at 7:22 PM
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‘a cane, an absence, and a shared heart’ Strange and brilliant. You balance humour with pain, the oddness of symmetry made true.
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October 11, 2025 at 9:01 PM
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‘Something I rely on, I have to confess’ — the rhyme holds the weight steady. You build recovery in rhythm, every line a small, stubborn act of truth.
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October 11, 2025 at 7:58 PM
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‘cracked like a plastic bucket abandoned on the back porch when water expands into ice’ — that simile is wow. You make fatherhood tender and breakable all at once.
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October 11, 2025 at 7:28 PM
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‘faces in the stones’ — that image holds such magic, the human need to find meaning in matter. This moves like a prayer half-remembered.
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October 10, 2025 at 11:39 PM
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‘Calories don’t count when your standing up’ — love how that line winks while holding truth. You catch the voice of friendship in motion, all mischief and care.
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October 10, 2025 at 11:37 PM
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‘she avoids the bathroom mirror’ the daily act of turning away says more than any scream. Such tenderness in the refusal to believe the mirror’s lie. Honest & raw. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe
October 10, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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‘They’ve carefully designed you, the sole woman, / as a cold monster’ seethes with accusation—the poem exposes how spectacle devours truth. Ruth’s tragedy becomes commentary on voyeurism itself. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #Mannequin
October 10, 2025 at 4:01 PM
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matters of the clock Flower power liberated me. Smart suit and tie, straight job: the movies preached those made a man. Impossibility. My trade-off: sanity for duties breached. Our first-born, anxious she’d be late for school aged only six, delayed by me—dumb rules go hang, they know you’ll miss no class—blind fool I was, now watching as her play unspools and mark my irresponsibility. Base theme: her stumbling over keeping time since angst subverted punctuality. Though I’ve rebuilt my views, that early crime— plus many others flickering her screen— she’s worked to straighten, made her clock run clean. Paul Rapley 2025 #ImperfectMe
October 10, 2025 at 5:52 AM
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‘The polystyrene head watched eyeless’ — it tilts the attic into something uncanny. You catch the slippage between childhood play and lurking dread.
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October 4, 2025 at 5:34 AM