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Francis H Powell writer and poet
@fhpowellwriter.bsky.social
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I'm an artist, musician, poet, writer, a creative being. I live in France, but born in the UK. I have written anything from horror books to a children's book. Vegetarian, dog lover, anti war maybe a bit woke Follow me if you can.
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Francis H Powell writer and poet @fhpowellwriter.bsky.social · Jul 3
Buy a book that will make a difference, helping a great cause The Road to Recovery project which transports injured Palestinians to hospitals.
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As if there's not enough space
in the sky above
there's room for everyone
or so I thought
but when it came down to it
there was only room for one more
I thought that person might be me
but in cold reality
it was a just a forlorn dream
#BlueskyRelay
#theskysavedroomforonemore
November 27, 2025 at 8:02 AM
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Psychotic teachers
cross country runs
through nettles and brambles
as the rain lashed down
sitting behind desks
staring at the walls
waiting for the lesson to wilt away
learning things of no value
having it drummed in my head
bored out of my mind

#vss365 #learning
November 27, 2025 at 7:55 AM
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#trees #woodland #treeclub
November 27, 2025 at 7:51 AM
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In today’s vignette from Zhe’ra’s life, she’s still visiting with the remote Burmese village, learning myth, legends and more…

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1541Burmese Empire She spent a week in the village, learning the myths and legends of the locals. All the while enjoying nightly displays of brilliance by the meteor slowly moving above. Until, at last, the sky made room for one more to take its place,The jovial villagers freely spoke of myths and ancient happenings; of a dragon to the north, bonded with a human. Zeh’ra thought the dragon was called Druk. Apparently, in ancient times, he was said to ascend to the skies from the deep void, bringing the peoples back after the great desolation. Vastly different to the prophesied dragon from my old life. Each night, while it lasted, her eyes wandered to the luridly orbic object in the heavens above, so vivid for the seventh night. Not growing larger, or smaller it seemed. She felt the power of the celestial traveller, enjoying quiet reflections within while watching. The villagers also took on a more somber tone when they heard her goal of reaching the capital of the Sin Empire. They told her that the Ming Empire had closed its borders, no foreigner was allowed within. She didn’t think it would impede her much, her life wasn’t a race. Though, she didn’t say as much of that to them.Another fascinating revelation was that the whole empire was contained within tall stone walls. This she had to see! Was it a mesh to ensnare the people of Sin? Or was it a web to keep others out?The girl, Hnin Thiri, was as powerful as she felt now, which strangely was more than when she arrived, but less than that of her old life. Hnin Thiri had a good grasp of her abilities, saying that her spirit was old but her body new. Zeh’ra didn’t know what to believe. She would stay with the village until the next caravan heading north passed through. She’d become a travelling woman for a while, a nomad. #VSS365 Reflect #Whistpr Race #VSSDaily Mesh #VSSMagic Meteor #Emoetry Jovial #WIPSnips impede #BlueSkyRelay Theskysavedroomforonemore #WeirdMicro LuridlyOrbic
November 26, 2025 at 2:56 PM
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Weapons lain
on the ground
a football kicked about
joviality abounds
generals fearing
the it will turn
foot soldiers heads
and their lust
to kill will
will be washed away
It's just a short intermission
before the guns blast again
resulting in pointless deaths

#Emoetry

#Jovial
November 27, 2025 at 7:30 AM
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#emoetry #jovial #poem #madrigal

this is a poem I wrote because men hate talking about their emotional stuff (me included)
November 26, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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AUTUMN
#Photography
#WeekVForVowels
November 27, 2025 at 7:26 AM
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INTRICATE
#Photography
#WeekVForVowels
November 27, 2025 at 7:24 AM
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OUR WORLD
#Photography
#WeekVforVowels
November 27, 2025 at 7:21 AM
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ALPEN
#Photography #WeekVForVowels
November 27, 2025 at 7:14 AM
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November 27, 2025 at 6:32 AM
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#BirdOfTheDay theme of #OnTheEdge
#birds #Photography #Wildlife
November 27, 2025 at 7:10 AM
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#BirdOfTheDay #OnTheEdge

#birds #Photography #Wildlife
November 27, 2025 at 7:09 AM
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Gather

Holiday table set
Blessings, kin, gather/reflect
Revel in gratitude, laugh
a
n
d
exchange food…

— MLP

Special Thanks to these #prompt hosts:

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November 26, 2025 at 3:20 PM
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We were meant to dream
not to suffer boredom
and emptiness
to be clamped
in a world of rules
made up by people
we will never meet
who think they know
how to to rule this world

#OurPoetryX #MeantToDream
November 27, 2025 at 7:07 AM
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would you look at that, another wip on an actual #wipwednesday 🥳

snippet of my current work and largely @armache.bsky.social’s brainchild ♥️

#ghoap are meeting under very different circumstances in this one and i’m having a blast writing it

#ghostsoap #skyewriting
a screenshot of a fanfic wip, the shown text reads: "Looks like Riley's made a new friend." Ghost's head whips up so fast he feels a twinge in his neck. "What?" he asks, heart beating double time in his chest. Sarah is walking past him with a plate-filled tray balanced on one arm. She quickly serves the food on a nearby table before stopping next to Ghost on the way back to the counter. "My brother's dog. Riley." She frowns as him. "Are you alright?" Ghost takes a slow breath, trying to consciously bring his heartbeat back to normal levels. "I-yeah. The name just—caught me off guard." "Oh," Sarah still seems a little concerned. "Are you sure you're alright, though? You look a wee bit pale." a second screenshot of the same wip, it reads: "Yeah, I-I'm good. Thanks. He-Riley, he's your brother's dog, you said?" Ghost carefully doesn't meet Sarah's eyes, looks instead back to the dozing mutt on the dog bed. "Aye. He's a sweetheart and he helps John with-" But Ghost doesn't get to hear what the dog helps Sarah's brother with as just then the call bell dings and a new batch of paper bags appear in the kitchen window. "Ah, sorry," Sarah says apologetically, "shouldn't be much longer for yours now." She heads over to retrieve the bags for the other waiting patrons. Still a bit rattled Ghost watches her pick up the food and hand it over to the people at the counter with a smile. He sucks in another steadying breath, reminding himself that he's okay, it's just a weird coincidence. The name isn't too uncommon after all.
November 26, 2025 at 10:02 PM
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#Truth
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War is the ultimate expression of human stupidity

It's also the ultimate end of our inability to control our impulses
November 26, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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Twisted curled pages
gripped in my hand
distorted words
fluttering in the wind
a flag for nowhere
an emblem of nothingness
Now we look back
at days
when all could speak and dream

#WeirdMicro #CurledPages
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November 27, 2025 at 7:01 AM
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#wildwalkprompt #orchid #sonnet #library
November 26, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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Congratulations, Ghostcat! You were selected to be this week’s Voice Of Valo(U)r 👑

Our next #BornBattleReady prompt word is: NEBULA

Do not post your #poetry here. Battle will commence Friday at 9am EST.

The only rule is to aim for the heart — and don’t miss! 🖤⚔️🤍
November 26, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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Deeply entrenched in thought
the thinker
human beings have a relentless appetite
for riches and wealth
exploiting a world
of all is resources
and leaving empty
dry, arid and parched
Taking away it's beauty
and many gifts
without gratitude

#RetroArtPrompt #gratitude
November 27, 2025 at 6:57 AM
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Could it be that each reflection
Is always timed
With the chimes of time

Points of deflection
Soul filled flesh primed
To act out a life mime in a mime

#vss365
November 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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Emotional storms
Weathered in silence, the dust
Cares not for my grief.
#RetroArtPrompt #emotional #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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November 26, 2025 at 7:52 AM
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PINK MOON RISING

Appearing like first spring flowers
a kingdom in the sky of radiant pink
Reflections of the sun screaming through
blood and orange beams
shedding bright light
during one of the world's darkest moments
I stand transfixed
by this pink moon rising
#vss365 #reflections
November 27, 2025 at 6:53 AM
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Here’s my offering for the theme of #reflection - thanks go to Sheila @lovehealthed.bsky.social our #vss365 host.

#vsspoem #poet #poetrycommunity
November 26, 2025 at 12:50 PM