Aaron Guile
@aaronguile.bsky.social
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I live in St George, UT. I read and write poetry (often poorly—you’re welcome). I maintain a blog at ourprocess.wordpress.com.
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aaronguile.bsky.social
I wrote a longer Christmas poem during my breaks at work. It started as a 329 word bit of flow, but I decided to narrow it down to 144 words that are concise and are more of a journey. Come check it out. #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #poetry

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Christmas Dinner
A mother faces down a turkey too large for any oven or counter and finds an unexpected holiday miracle in a legless grill, a road trip, and sheer grit. Between wet mountain roads and makeshift deco…
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sonnetsmith.bsky.social
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social
I promised you The Ballade of Eric the Butcher, so here it is!
Eric he was a butcher meek
He and his wife they had a stall,
Roasting joint, or sirloin steak
Eric and Sarah sold it all
The customers in Sarah's thrall
All drawn in by her smile so sweet
They knew whatever time they'd call
Eric never ran out of meat 

But here our tale becomes more bleak,
For times are hard and meals are small.
When all around the streets we seek
Often to find nothing at all.
The bakers and the grocery stall
Barely have even crumbs to eat
Yet somehow even through it all
Eric never runs out of meat. 

No one's seen Sarah for a week
Maybe she's ill could someone call
Over to Eric's house and see
Can anything be done at all
I'd hate to see that family fall
After all they've done for the street!
Surely they're fine though, after all
Eric never runs out of meat 

Bones on the floor, blood on the wall
Butcher dragged out into the street
Now we know just how through it all,
Eric never ran out of meat.
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madkane.bsky.social
Whenever stuff's labelled #deluxe,
Expect to fork over big bucks.
Beware: It just might
Not furnish delight...
And don't be surprised if it sucks!

#vss365 #Deluxe #Limerick #Limericks #Rhyme #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Verse #Poems #PoetryCommunity #Money #Shopping
aaronguile.bsky.social
Empty as mist, she’s
drawn to smoke and candle soot—
dried apple leaves.

#DailyHaikuPrompt (Apple) #Haiku #MicroPoetry
aaronguile.bsky.social
I’d fly
like the Utah
gulls we don’t have down here,
above the mountains and salt flats —
loud, free.

#Poetry #WritingCommunity
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corymatthew13.bsky.social
Door hanging
From broken hinge
Creaking
In the wind
Vines invading
Through windows
Gone missing
Voices speaking
From years past
Echoing down
The ages
Yearning to be
Heard
The word ghost
Never said
Out loud
They don't
Even know
That their ashes
Are gone

#writingcommunity
#poetry
aaronguile.bsky.social
Good luck with that!! I should probably do something similar.
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kshepherdwrites.bsky.social
orb weaver
spinning between stems
catching frost

#dailyhaikuprompt stem
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marcelias.bsky.social
The is literally nothing more American and patriotic than declaring: No Kings.
aaronguile.bsky.social
So I wrote a little personal essay over on sub stack about what I’m trying to do as a poet. The essay’s all over the place and kind of a mess but at least it feels honest . . . to me. #WritingCommunity #Writing.

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How Losing My Mind Forced Me to Become an Organized Poet
A Personal Essay
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aaronguile.bsky.social
Silent streets complied—
jackboots echoed, questions died,
neighbors learned to shush.

#haiku #micropoetry
earlysprocket.bsky.social
People wonder how Germans stood by and allowed the Gestapo to take over.
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earlysprocket.bsky.social
People wonder how Germans stood by and allowed the Gestapo to take over.
aaronguile.bsky.social
Cemeteries crunch
strolling after Sunday school—
chatting, just chatting.

#DailyHaikuPrompt (crunch) #Haiku #MicroPoetry
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haikutsunami.bsky.social
yellow willow stems
delicately trail their tips
in the flowing stream

#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #senryu #tanka
aaronguile.bsky.social
Well, my poetry doesn’t rhyme all the time so I’m not addicted to that. I mean, that’s really scary.
aaronguile.bsky.social
He hung the pheasant
above his jack-o’-lantern—
honors from the hunt.

(12/31 Halloween Haiku)

#DailyHaikuPrompt (pheasant) #Haiku #MicroPoetry
aaronguile.bsky.social
I can’t stop writing every day either!
aaronguile.bsky.social
Snow creeps in my head
vivid dreams of Christmas past —
Beethoven’s calling.

#DailyHaikuPrompt (vivid) #Haiku #MicroPoetry #HaikuFeels (creep)
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magedah.bsky.social
#DailyHaikuPrompt #monoku #senryu #MPPrompt

straw man I fear even the crows are laughing
aaronguile.bsky.social
Shadows lengthen along
the colonel’s cracked porch boards—
fences bleed his fields.

#DailyHaikuPrompt (field) #Haiku #MicroPoetry
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madkane.bsky.social
A young gal who was showing some thigh
Caught the eye of a very cute guy.
But alas he lacked nerve;
Failed to speak up with #verve.
He could NOT even muster a "Hi."

#vss365 #Verve #Limerick #Limericks #Rhyme #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Poems #PoetryCommunity #Communication
aaronguile.bsky.social
Moon geese fly through
undiscovered doors and portals—
an omen, a curse.

#DailyHaikuPrompt (geese) #haiku #micropoetry