Arliden the Bard
@arliden.bsky.social
I am an educator, atmospheric scientist, and poet.
My poetry: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:brm2o4aer5g7lh4lizarnjaw/feed/aaaifc4sou2de
My book: Love, Stars, and Paradigms. Available on Amazon.
Co-host of #QuickQuill (@quickquill.bsky.social)
My poetry: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:brm2o4aer5g7lh4lizarnjaw/feed/aaaifc4sou2de
My book: Love, Stars, and Paradigms. Available on Amazon.
Co-host of #QuickQuill (@quickquill.bsky.social)
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Arliden the Bard
@arliden.bsky.social
· Jan 31
let me feel your breath
arms collared around me
I want your lips
a whisper away
my hands
at rest on your hips
still. listen.
it's a heartbeat
that speeds and slows
just by the way
your eyes move
now
I am going to move
a little
closer
for nothing
shall come between us
#vss365
arms collared around me
I want your lips
a whisper away
my hands
at rest on your hips
still. listen.
it's a heartbeat
that speeds and slows
just by the way
your eyes move
now
I am going to move
a little
closer
for nothing
shall come between us
#vss365
tiny white puffs
softly stand in formation
cool crystals
feathered across the blue
light refracts
two arcs as bookends
to that glowing orb
that warms us
I'm looking up
it's beautiful
magnificent
humbling in its vastness
it needs nothing
and yet I know
that you could even bewitch the sky
#vss365
softly stand in formation
cool crystals
feathered across the blue
light refracts
two arcs as bookends
to that glowing orb
that warms us
I'm looking up
it's beautiful
magnificent
humbling in its vastness
it needs nothing
and yet I know
that you could even bewitch the sky
#vss365
December 11, 2025 at 3:25 AM
tiny white puffs
softly stand in formation
cool crystals
feathered across the blue
light refracts
two arcs as bookends
to that glowing orb
that warms us
I'm looking up
it's beautiful
magnificent
humbling in its vastness
it needs nothing
and yet I know
that you could even bewitch the sky
#vss365
softly stand in formation
cool crystals
feathered across the blue
light refracts
two arcs as bookends
to that glowing orb
that warms us
I'm looking up
it's beautiful
magnificent
humbling in its vastness
it needs nothing
and yet I know
that you could even bewitch the sky
#vss365
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
This is a #winter poem which was written without using any winter words! A really great challenge from @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social over on X.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets #skypoets #poetrycommunity
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets #skypoets #poetrycommunity
December 10, 2025 at 9:57 AM
This is a #winter poem which was written without using any winter words! A really great challenge from @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social over on X.
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets #skypoets #poetrycommunity
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets #skypoets #poetrycommunity
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My tormentor
Stands over me
Provocative,
#Bewitching
I’m a quivering
Mound of flesh-
Extremities
Still twitching
She’s made
The simple act of love
Deliciously
Addicting
This sorceress of sex
Has my soul trapped
In state
Conflicting
#vss365
Stands over me
Provocative,
#Bewitching
I’m a quivering
Mound of flesh-
Extremities
Still twitching
She’s made
The simple act of love
Deliciously
Addicting
This sorceress of sex
Has my soul trapped
In state
Conflicting
#vss365
a woman wearing a pair of black boots with red heels and black gloves
Alt: a woman wearing black gloves, zips up her pair of black boots with red heels
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December 10, 2025 at 9:42 AM
My tormentor
Stands over me
Provocative,
#Bewitching
I’m a quivering
Mound of flesh-
Extremities
Still twitching
She’s made
The simple act of love
Deliciously
Addicting
This sorceress of sex
Has my soul trapped
In state
Conflicting
#vss365
Stands over me
Provocative,
#Bewitching
I’m a quivering
Mound of flesh-
Extremities
Still twitching
She’s made
The simple act of love
Deliciously
Addicting
This sorceress of sex
Has my soul trapped
In state
Conflicting
#vss365
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Past #midnight
in a liminal place
mid dream & awake,
I enter my reptilian brain
where #caution reigns
a worry flowing
in my #veins,
pulled like #tides
#bewitched by
Selene's incantations
a mental #block
caught like a #frog
in my throat
I beg my dreamer
to find the answer
as sleep finally
takes me
in a liminal place
mid dream & awake,
I enter my reptilian brain
where #caution reigns
a worry flowing
in my #veins,
pulled like #tides
#bewitched by
Selene's incantations
a mental #block
caught like a #frog
in my throat
I beg my dreamer
to find the answer
as sleep finally
takes me
December 10, 2025 at 8:38 AM
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
Magpie needed repairs and Dylan had neglected her, despite the Allied Factions giving him the resources. Repairs took time he didn’t have.
But he remembered the first time he saw her, when she #bewitched him, and he couldn’t put it off any longer. He smoothed over the battered frame.
#vss365
But he remembered the first time he saw her, when she #bewitched him, and he couldn’t put it off any longer. He smoothed over the battered frame.
#vss365
December 10, 2025 at 9:31 AM
Magpie needed repairs and Dylan had neglected her, despite the Allied Factions giving him the resources. Repairs took time he didn’t have.
But he remembered the first time he saw her, when she #bewitched him, and he couldn’t put it off any longer. He smoothed over the battered frame.
#vss365
But he remembered the first time he saw her, when she #bewitched him, and he couldn’t put it off any longer. He smoothed over the battered frame.
#vss365
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Everything is saturated with love
the whole world,
the stars.
The colors given,
the quiet glow of all the mornings—
what it was made for—
the magnificent morning?
For the truth is already alive—
the atmosphere itself,
the one element you can’t help but breathe.
#LoVE
the whole world,
the stars.
The colors given,
the quiet glow of all the mornings—
what it was made for—
the magnificent morning?
For the truth is already alive—
the atmosphere itself,
the one element you can’t help but breathe.
#LoVE
December 8, 2025 at 4:46 AM
Everything is saturated with love
the whole world,
the stars.
The colors given,
the quiet glow of all the mornings—
what it was made for—
the magnificent morning?
For the truth is already alive—
the atmosphere itself,
the one element you can’t help but breathe.
#LoVE
the whole world,
the stars.
The colors given,
the quiet glow of all the mornings—
what it was made for—
the magnificent morning?
For the truth is already alive—
the atmosphere itself,
the one element you can’t help but breathe.
#LoVE
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Minutes slow drip thru her skin,
laden w/ words that wilt on tongues & desire dense as collapsed stars.
She listens for his voice,
which she lays like light across her collarbone,
the one she’s spun for him on her wheel of slow-blooming peonies,
seeking #consolation in the timbre of echoes
#vss365
laden w/ words that wilt on tongues & desire dense as collapsed stars.
She listens for his voice,
which she lays like light across her collarbone,
the one she’s spun for him on her wheel of slow-blooming peonies,
seeking #consolation in the timbre of echoes
#vss365
December 10, 2025 at 7:37 AM
Minutes slow drip thru her skin,
laden w/ words that wilt on tongues & desire dense as collapsed stars.
She listens for his voice,
which she lays like light across her collarbone,
the one she’s spun for him on her wheel of slow-blooming peonies,
seeking #consolation in the timbre of echoes
#vss365
laden w/ words that wilt on tongues & desire dense as collapsed stars.
She listens for his voice,
which she lays like light across her collarbone,
the one she’s spun for him on her wheel of slow-blooming peonies,
seeking #consolation in the timbre of echoes
#vss365
the beauty
conjured by a name
think about you
is like being lost
in the perfection
of magenta
the word
the color
the mood
they fit
we fit
I know I'm always
the wordy one
but right now
it feel like I'm only
speaking in soliloquys
lights are dim
over the audience
I hope you're out there
#vss365
conjured by a name
think about you
is like being lost
in the perfection
of magenta
the word
the color
the mood
they fit
we fit
I know I'm always
the wordy one
but right now
it feel like I'm only
speaking in soliloquys
lights are dim
over the audience
I hope you're out there
#vss365
December 10, 2025 at 2:51 AM
the beauty
conjured by a name
think about you
is like being lost
in the perfection
of magenta
the word
the color
the mood
they fit
we fit
I know I'm always
the wordy one
but right now
it feel like I'm only
speaking in soliloquys
lights are dim
over the audience
I hope you're out there
#vss365
conjured by a name
think about you
is like being lost
in the perfection
of magenta
the word
the color
the mood
they fit
we fit
I know I'm always
the wordy one
but right now
it feel like I'm only
speaking in soliloquys
lights are dim
over the audience
I hope you're out there
#vss365
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you have fallen asleep again
these days, you just get tired being awake
I found religion
I thought you should know
for I believe strongly
that I color your dreams
it is a prayer
every night
before I sleep
you do not need
to worry of my dreams
for you color my waking world
& that is enough
#poetry
these days, you just get tired being awake
I found religion
I thought you should know
for I believe strongly
that I color your dreams
it is a prayer
every night
before I sleep
you do not need
to worry of my dreams
for you color my waking world
& that is enough
#poetry
December 8, 2025 at 5:06 AM
you have fallen asleep again
these days, you just get tired being awake
I found religion
I thought you should know
for I believe strongly
that I color your dreams
it is a prayer
every night
before I sleep
you do not need
to worry of my dreams
for you color my waking world
& that is enough
#poetry
these days, you just get tired being awake
I found religion
I thought you should know
for I believe strongly
that I color your dreams
it is a prayer
every night
before I sleep
you do not need
to worry of my dreams
for you color my waking world
& that is enough
#poetry
it is physical law
if you're a student of science
it is written
for there is also truth
in stories
as the night cares
for the moon
I shall envelope
your soft radiance
& this is just
how it is
sharing the same sky
there is trust in your touch
I'm your hope
even when it's all too much
#poetry
if you're a student of science
it is written
for there is also truth
in stories
as the night cares
for the moon
I shall envelope
your soft radiance
& this is just
how it is
sharing the same sky
there is trust in your touch
I'm your hope
even when it's all too much
#poetry
December 7, 2025 at 5:32 AM
it is physical law
if you're a student of science
it is written
for there is also truth
in stories
as the night cares
for the moon
I shall envelope
your soft radiance
& this is just
how it is
sharing the same sky
there is trust in your touch
I'm your hope
even when it's all too much
#poetry
if you're a student of science
it is written
for there is also truth
in stories
as the night cares
for the moon
I shall envelope
your soft radiance
& this is just
how it is
sharing the same sky
there is trust in your touch
I'm your hope
even when it's all too much
#poetry
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
It’s as though the very impulse to sculpt the “I” is what hides it.
Almost there
almost full—
When it softens, the inner hand unclenches—
the grounding that was always there reveals itself in form before us..
In that quiet unfurling, our being no longer strains toward being.
#ConsciousEmergence
Almost there
almost full—
When it softens, the inner hand unclenches—
the grounding that was always there reveals itself in form before us..
In that quiet unfurling, our being no longer strains toward being.
#ConsciousEmergence
December 4, 2025 at 2:06 AM
It’s as though the very impulse to sculpt the “I” is what hides it.
Almost there
almost full—
When it softens, the inner hand unclenches—
the grounding that was always there reveals itself in form before us..
In that quiet unfurling, our being no longer strains toward being.
#ConsciousEmergence
Almost there
almost full—
When it softens, the inner hand unclenches—
the grounding that was always there reveals itself in form before us..
In that quiet unfurling, our being no longer strains toward being.
#ConsciousEmergence
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Quiet,
deliberate,
and so very luminous…
Inside Her light,
and whatever arrives steps through,
because it recognizes the call—
a whisper beyond sight,
guided by the silent knowing
that all that is meant to come
must find its way through the glow.
Under Her—
#MyPath
deliberate,
and so very luminous…
Inside Her light,
and whatever arrives steps through,
because it recognizes the call—
a whisper beyond sight,
guided by the silent knowing
that all that is meant to come
must find its way through the glow.
Under Her—
#MyPath
December 5, 2025 at 8:44 PM
Quiet,
deliberate,
and so very luminous…
Inside Her light,
and whatever arrives steps through,
because it recognizes the call—
a whisper beyond sight,
guided by the silent knowing
that all that is meant to come
must find its way through the glow.
Under Her—
#MyPath
deliberate,
and so very luminous…
Inside Her light,
and whatever arrives steps through,
because it recognizes the call—
a whisper beyond sight,
guided by the silent knowing
that all that is meant to come
must find its way through the glow.
Under Her—
#MyPath
even if
the light
behind your eyes
is spent
it doesn't deter me
from wanting to see your face
it is an anchor for me
life is so full
of swift currents
and even if
fatigue has enveloped you
touching you
feeling you skin
will always be the fuel
drunk on the endless energy of the sun
#poetry
the light
behind your eyes
is spent
it doesn't deter me
from wanting to see your face
it is an anchor for me
life is so full
of swift currents
and even if
fatigue has enveloped you
touching you
feeling you skin
will always be the fuel
drunk on the endless energy of the sun
#poetry
December 6, 2025 at 6:15 AM
even if
the light
behind your eyes
is spent
it doesn't deter me
from wanting to see your face
it is an anchor for me
life is so full
of swift currents
and even if
fatigue has enveloped you
touching you
feeling you skin
will always be the fuel
drunk on the endless energy of the sun
#poetry
the light
behind your eyes
is spent
it doesn't deter me
from wanting to see your face
it is an anchor for me
life is so full
of swift currents
and even if
fatigue has enveloped you
touching you
feeling you skin
will always be the fuel
drunk on the endless energy of the sun
#poetry
As a Canadian who loves that his country gets to co-host, with a decent team, it will be a shame to have to boycott the 2026 tournament. But this absurd peace prize given to a person ordering murders on the high seas and orders violence against immigrants is a level of corruption I can't support.
December 5, 2025 at 6:53 PM
As a Canadian who loves that his country gets to co-host, with a decent team, it will be a shame to have to boycott the 2026 tournament. But this absurd peace prize given to a person ordering murders on the high seas and orders violence against immigrants is a level of corruption I can't support.
The math:
A speedboat like those have been bombed can only carry about 1 metric ton (mt) of cocaine.
The U.S. consumed about 226 mt of cocaine a year.
About 30,000 die from cocaine each year.
1 speedboat, therefore, kills on average 150 people.
So the double tap saving millions of lives is BS.
A speedboat like those have been bombed can only carry about 1 metric ton (mt) of cocaine.
The U.S. consumed about 226 mt of cocaine a year.
About 30,000 die from cocaine each year.
1 speedboat, therefore, kills on average 150 people.
So the double tap saving millions of lives is BS.
December 5, 2025 at 3:59 PM
The math:
A speedboat like those have been bombed can only carry about 1 metric ton (mt) of cocaine.
The U.S. consumed about 226 mt of cocaine a year.
About 30,000 die from cocaine each year.
1 speedboat, therefore, kills on average 150 people.
So the double tap saving millions of lives is BS.
A speedboat like those have been bombed can only carry about 1 metric ton (mt) of cocaine.
The U.S. consumed about 226 mt of cocaine a year.
About 30,000 die from cocaine each year.
1 speedboat, therefore, kills on average 150 people.
So the double tap saving millions of lives is BS.
to the last...
my lungs have weekend
so long since your breath
passed between my lips
how much longer should I bear
the emptiness of air?
always has become
just a word
I don't want to fade away
you give me something
bigger than myself
touch me
and renew my faith
#vss365
my lungs have weekend
so long since your breath
passed between my lips
how much longer should I bear
the emptiness of air?
always has become
just a word
I don't want to fade away
you give me something
bigger than myself
touch me
and renew my faith
#vss365
December 1, 2025 at 4:03 AM
to the last...
my lungs have weekend
so long since your breath
passed between my lips
how much longer should I bear
the emptiness of air?
always has become
just a word
I don't want to fade away
you give me something
bigger than myself
touch me
and renew my faith
#vss365
my lungs have weekend
so long since your breath
passed between my lips
how much longer should I bear
the emptiness of air?
always has become
just a word
I don't want to fade away
you give me something
bigger than myself
touch me
and renew my faith
#vss365
I speak words
into the wind
and hope that they are heard
that they mean
something
it becomes
like any matter of faith
the art of all the ways
we can believe things
we want to be true
I keep elaborating
on a fantasy
but it doesn't keep me
from being alone
you should be in my home
#poetry
into the wind
and hope that they are heard
that they mean
something
it becomes
like any matter of faith
the art of all the ways
we can believe things
we want to be true
I keep elaborating
on a fantasy
but it doesn't keep me
from being alone
you should be in my home
#poetry
November 29, 2025 at 4:54 AM
I speak words
into the wind
and hope that they are heard
that they mean
something
it becomes
like any matter of faith
the art of all the ways
we can believe things
we want to be true
I keep elaborating
on a fantasy
but it doesn't keep me
from being alone
you should be in my home
#poetry
into the wind
and hope that they are heard
that they mean
something
it becomes
like any matter of faith
the art of all the ways
we can believe things
we want to be true
I keep elaborating
on a fantasy
but it doesn't keep me
from being alone
you should be in my home
#poetry
I can't stop thinking
about the health of us
& I'm looking at libraries
when I just want to be looking
at you
and I'm heartbroken
at the tragedy,
where love once issued forth endlessly
it turns now to blood
and the warmth bleeds
for time and space
punishes ideas in the absence of action
#vss365
about the health of us
& I'm looking at libraries
when I just want to be looking
at you
and I'm heartbroken
at the tragedy,
where love once issued forth endlessly
it turns now to blood
and the warmth bleeds
for time and space
punishes ideas in the absence of action
#vss365
November 29, 2025 at 3:08 AM
I can't stop thinking
about the health of us
& I'm looking at libraries
when I just want to be looking
at you
and I'm heartbroken
at the tragedy,
where love once issued forth endlessly
it turns now to blood
and the warmth bleeds
for time and space
punishes ideas in the absence of action
#vss365
about the health of us
& I'm looking at libraries
when I just want to be looking
at you
and I'm heartbroken
at the tragedy,
where love once issued forth endlessly
it turns now to blood
and the warmth bleeds
for time and space
punishes ideas in the absence of action
#vss365
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My body
keeps score
of every hope
I can't voice.
Sleep slips away,
chased off
by
the ache
of
what I feel.
I tell myself
this longing
is harmless,
but it's not.
Even my breath
feels heavier
when I think of you.
My love for you
is a weight
my health
was
never
meant
to carry.
#vss365 #poetry #health
keeps score
of every hope
I can't voice.
Sleep slips away,
chased off
by
the ache
of
what I feel.
I tell myself
this longing
is harmless,
but it's not.
Even my breath
feels heavier
when I think of you.
My love for you
is a weight
my health
was
never
meant
to carry.
#vss365 #poetry #health
November 28, 2025 at 11:34 PM
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
I didn’t write this poem for
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
November 26, 2025 at 1:22 PM
I didn’t write this poem for
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
people that have
abandoned me
or that have shamed
me
or even that have used and abused me-
I write this poem for those
like me,
still lingering in the shadows,
still wondering if it’s ok,
still thinking it’s their fault-
this poem is for them
#fromoneline 396 #poetry
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In that trembling of beginnings
the whole sky leans closer,
and I offer nothing
but an open palm.
Gratitude moves without footsteps,
a wind that remembers
the names of stones,
the dreams of rivers,
the quiet labor of stars.
#GivingThanks
the whole sky leans closer,
and I offer nothing
but an open palm.
Gratitude moves without footsteps,
a wind that remembers
the names of stones,
the dreams of rivers,
the quiet labor of stars.
#GivingThanks
November 27, 2025 at 1:42 PM
In that trembling of beginnings
the whole sky leans closer,
and I offer nothing
but an open palm.
Gratitude moves without footsteps,
a wind that remembers
the names of stones,
the dreams of rivers,
the quiet labor of stars.
#GivingThanks
the whole sky leans closer,
and I offer nothing
but an open palm.
Gratitude moves without footsteps,
a wind that remembers
the names of stones,
the dreams of rivers,
the quiet labor of stars.
#GivingThanks
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it was the right angle
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
November 26, 2025 at 4:45 AM
it was the right angle
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
it was the right angle
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
November 26, 2025 at 4:45 AM
it was the right angle
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
November 25, 2025 at 3:01 PM