@funnyfrogget.bsky.social
Teacher, wanna-be poet, wisecracker. pacifist
Here for the poetry & the people, not for the politics
He/Him
Longer writing: https://medium.com/me/stories/public
Here for the poetry & the people, not for the politics
He/Him
Longer writing: https://medium.com/me/stories/public
Pinned
The #ink I write with
is magic ink. It can
conjure up moments
of beauty, joy, solace
and calm. It can anchor
memories in time &
space & it can help
me understand.
This ink I write with
is magic ink.
#blueskyrelay
is magic ink. It can
conjure up moments
of beauty, joy, solace
and calm. It can anchor
memories in time &
space & it can help
me understand.
This ink I write with
is magic ink.
#blueskyrelay
Thank you to everybody who liked and / or reposted my poem. 💙
I would never have thought that my simple poem would receive so much attention. It is also my #FromOneLine contribution with the most interaction so far.
I would never have thought that my simple poem would receive so much attention. It is also my #FromOneLine contribution with the most interaction so far.
I didn't write this
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
November 29, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Thank you to everybody who liked and / or reposted my poem. 💙
I would never have thought that my simple poem would receive so much attention. It is also my #FromOneLine contribution with the most interaction so far.
I would never have thought that my simple poem would receive so much attention. It is also my #FromOneLine contribution with the most interaction so far.
- Is that your raven that you are feeding?
- No, it's a free raven, that only belongs to himself.
- Then, why is it sitting on your shoulder?
- Coz I would be to heavy for his.
- Aren't you afraid of diseases?
- Why, you look pretty #health -y.
(from an unfinished dialogue)
#vss365
- No, it's a free raven, that only belongs to himself.
- Then, why is it sitting on your shoulder?
- Coz I would be to heavy for his.
- Aren't you afraid of diseases?
- Why, you look pretty #health -y.
(from an unfinished dialogue)
#vss365
November 28, 2025 at 6:37 PM
Happy to find myself in the latest infestation of Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry), in the company of many other great flea tamers (it feels a bit like a dadakuku field trip 😉) Thanks to flea keeper Roberta Beach Jacobson for letting me join the flea circus again.
fivefleas.blogspot.com/2025/11/morn...
fivefleas.blogspot.com/2025/11/morn...
November 28, 2025 at 1:51 PM
Happy to find myself in the latest infestation of Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry), in the company of many other great flea tamers (it feels a bit like a dadakuku field trip 😉) Thanks to flea keeper Roberta Beach Jacobson for letting me join the flea circus again.
fivefleas.blogspot.com/2025/11/morn...
fivefleas.blogspot.com/2025/11/morn...
And when the sun goes down,
the evening bird comes arond,
singing of night skies and
orange clouds, wishing
everyone a good night,
tucking the fledglings in
in their #nests. Pleasant
dreams, see you tomorrow.
#thingstowriteabout
the evening bird comes arond,
singing of night skies and
orange clouds, wishing
everyone a good night,
tucking the fledglings in
in their #nests. Pleasant
dreams, see you tomorrow.
#thingstowriteabout
November 28, 2025 at 1:34 PM
And when the sun goes down,
the evening bird comes arond,
singing of night skies and
orange clouds, wishing
everyone a good night,
tucking the fledglings in
in their #nests. Pleasant
dreams, see you tomorrow.
#thingstowriteabout
the evening bird comes arond,
singing of night skies and
orange clouds, wishing
everyone a good night,
tucking the fledglings in
in their #nests. Pleasant
dreams, see you tomorrow.
#thingstowriteabout
Reposted
One day, when Confucius
was out walking,
he met a quilin, a mythical creature
appearing, when
a great #sage dies.
He knew then
that his time had come
and tears filled his eyes.
The gentle beast
rubbed his head
against his leg to
console the wise man.
Then, Confucius sang
his farewell song.
#inkmine
was out walking,
he met a quilin, a mythical creature
appearing, when
a great #sage dies.
He knew then
that his time had come
and tears filled his eyes.
The gentle beast
rubbed his head
against his leg to
console the wise man.
Then, Confucius sang
his farewell song.
#inkmine
November 27, 2025 at 9:19 AM
#whistpr
When sleep becomes a #whirlwind,
when you close your eyes, but
nothing happens, When thoughts spiral
in your head & you in your bed
& only the chemical cosh would help,
better get up again & take a nightly walk (...)
Read the whole poem here:
medium.com/@funnyfrogge...
When sleep becomes a #whirlwind,
when you close your eyes, but
nothing happens, When thoughts spiral
in your head & you in your bed
& only the chemical cosh would help,
better get up again & take a nightly walk (...)
Read the whole poem here:
medium.com/@funnyfrogge...
Whirlwind
When sleep becomes a whirlwind,
medium.com
November 28, 2025 at 11:29 AM
#whistpr
When sleep becomes a #whirlwind,
when you close your eyes, but
nothing happens, When thoughts spiral
in your head & you in your bed
& only the chemical cosh would help,
better get up again & take a nightly walk (...)
Read the whole poem here:
medium.com/@funnyfrogge...
When sleep becomes a #whirlwind,
when you close your eyes, but
nothing happens, When thoughts spiral
in your head & you in your bed
& only the chemical cosh would help,
better get up again & take a nightly walk (...)
Read the whole poem here:
medium.com/@funnyfrogge...
If you get another chance
at something, it is magic.
(especially, if you use it
right). But in real
life, there are no potions or
magic powders, only
herbs & spices, sweet
or savoury. That's why
second chances taste
like cinnamon.
#BlueSkyRelay #secondchancestastelikecinnamon
at something, it is magic.
(especially, if you use it
right). But in real
life, there are no potions or
magic powders, only
herbs & spices, sweet
or savoury. That's why
second chances taste
like cinnamon.
#BlueSkyRelay #secondchancestastelikecinnamon
November 28, 2025 at 4:56 AM
If you get another chance
at something, it is magic.
(especially, if you use it
right). But in real
life, there are no potions or
magic powders, only
herbs & spices, sweet
or savoury. That's why
second chances taste
like cinnamon.
#BlueSkyRelay #secondchancestastelikecinnamon
at something, it is magic.
(especially, if you use it
right). But in real
life, there are no potions or
magic powders, only
herbs & spices, sweet
or savoury. That's why
second chances taste
like cinnamon.
#BlueSkyRelay #secondchancestastelikecinnamon
I didn't write this
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
November 28, 2025 at 4:43 AM
I didn't write this
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
I have never written
anything at all
There is only
the poem of my life
writing me
#FromOneLine
The #punk ’s hair was red
as fire, you could hear the
flames crackle. Her
tattoos scurried around her
like termites. Her gaze, one
side green, the other pink, held
mine in a clutch. A mesmerizing
moment. I hoped, she would not
break the spell with something
profane like: “Can you
spare a dime?”
as fire, you could hear the
flames crackle. Her
tattoos scurried around her
like termites. Her gaze, one
side green, the other pink, held
mine in a clutch. A mesmerizing
moment. I hoped, she would not
break the spell with something
profane like: “Can you
spare a dime?”
November 27, 2025 at 2:10 PM
The #punk ’s hair was red
as fire, you could hear the
flames crackle. Her
tattoos scurried around her
like termites. Her gaze, one
side green, the other pink, held
mine in a clutch. A mesmerizing
moment. I hoped, she would not
break the spell with something
profane like: “Can you
spare a dime?”
as fire, you could hear the
flames crackle. Her
tattoos scurried around her
like termites. Her gaze, one
side green, the other pink, held
mine in a clutch. A mesmerizing
moment. I hoped, she would not
break the spell with something
profane like: “Can you
spare a dime?”
One day, when Confucius
was out walking,
he met a quilin, a mythical creature
appearing, when
a great #sage dies.
He knew then
that his time had come
and tears filled his eyes.
The gentle beast
rubbed his head
against his leg to
console the wise man.
Then, Confucius sang
his farewell song.
#inkmine
was out walking,
he met a quilin, a mythical creature
appearing, when
a great #sage dies.
He knew then
that his time had come
and tears filled his eyes.
The gentle beast
rubbed his head
against his leg to
console the wise man.
Then, Confucius sang
his farewell song.
#inkmine
November 27, 2025 at 9:19 AM
The sky saved room for one more:
one more cloud, one more star,
one more #murmuration,
one more sunset, one more
rainbow, one more astronaut,
looking down, missing his loved ones.
#BlueSkyRelay
#theskysavedroomforonemore
#whistpr
one more cloud, one more star,
one more #murmuration,
one more sunset, one more
rainbow, one more astronaut,
looking down, missing his loved ones.
#BlueSkyRelay
#theskysavedroomforonemore
#whistpr
November 27, 2025 at 9:01 AM
The sky saved room for one more:
one more cloud, one more star,
one more #murmuration,
one more sunset, one more
rainbow, one more astronaut,
looking down, missing his loved ones.
#BlueSkyRelay
#theskysavedroomforonemore
#whistpr
one more cloud, one more star,
one more #murmuration,
one more sunset, one more
rainbow, one more astronaut,
looking down, missing his loved ones.
#BlueSkyRelay
#theskysavedroomforonemore
#whistpr
There is only one knight
sitting at my round table.
My favourite hoodie
is my armour
behind these #castle
walls made of books.
#thingstowriteabout
sitting at my round table.
My favourite hoodie
is my armour
behind these #castle
walls made of books.
#thingstowriteabout
November 25, 2025 at 12:59 PM
There is only one knight
sitting at my round table.
My favourite hoodie
is my armour
behind these #castle
walls made of books.
#thingstowriteabout
sitting at my round table.
My favourite hoodie
is my armour
behind these #castle
walls made of books.
#thingstowriteabout
Starting today: a new daily writing #prompt, created & hosted by the wonderful & multi-talented @hermiteveryday.bsky.social. Looking forward to where this will take us!
#writingcommunity
#writingcommunity
The prompt for November 24, 2025 is #bookcase tag your post #thingstowriteabout
November 24, 2025 at 6:28 PM
Starting today: a new daily writing #prompt, created & hosted by the wonderful & multi-talented @hermiteveryday.bsky.social. Looking forward to where this will take us!
#writingcommunity
#writingcommunity
I am a citizen of the library,
living between War and Peace
and Prinde and Prejudice.
At the weekends, I go hiking
in the tsundoku mountains.
In sleepless nights I search
the #bookcase for the volume
with my name on it.
#thingstowriteabout
living between War and Peace
and Prinde and Prejudice.
At the weekends, I go hiking
in the tsundoku mountains.
In sleepless nights I search
the #bookcase for the volume
with my name on it.
#thingstowriteabout
November 24, 2025 at 6:21 PM
I am a citizen of the library,
living between War and Peace
and Prinde and Prejudice.
At the weekends, I go hiking
in the tsundoku mountains.
In sleepless nights I search
the #bookcase for the volume
with my name on it.
#thingstowriteabout
living between War and Peace
and Prinde and Prejudice.
At the weekends, I go hiking
in the tsundoku mountains.
In sleepless nights I search
the #bookcase for the volume
with my name on it.
#thingstowriteabout
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all, Charlie Brown.
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all, Charlie Brown.
When the child was a child, it walked with its arms swinging. It wanted the stream to be a river, the river a torrent, and this puddle to be the sea. When the child was a child, it didn't know it was a child, Charlie Brown.
"Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night, Charlie Brown."
November 24, 2025 at 5:03 AM
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all, Charlie Brown.
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all, Charlie Brown.
Reposted
Life is poetry in motion, but sometimes its lyrics are dark. A melody devoured, welcomed by the depth of the silence after the detonation. Until, in that nuclear Winter, the wind blows away all warmth.
And still I rise.
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#WritingCommunity #poetry
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
@darkxfer.bsky.social
And still I rise.
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#WritingCommunity #poetry
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
@darkxfer.bsky.social
November 23, 2025 at 6:58 AM
Life is poetry in motion, but sometimes its lyrics are dark. A melody devoured, welcomed by the depth of the silence after the detonation. Until, in that nuclear Winter, the wind blows away all warmth.
And still I rise.
-
#WritingCommunity #poetry
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
@darkxfer.bsky.social
And still I rise.
-
#WritingCommunity #poetry
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
@darkxfer.bsky.social
November 23, 2025 at 11:32 AM
You entered a dance contest!
Pick your partner.
Pick your partner.
November 22, 2025 at 6:06 PM
You entered a dance contest!
Pick your partner.
Pick your partner.
If you see this, QTP with a gif of your favorite wild animal 🌿
November 22, 2025 at 6:02 PM
If you see this, QTP with a gif of your favorite wild animal 🌿