Literary Pug
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Lit·er·ar·y Pug /ˈlidəˌrerē puhg/ rearranging words, watching 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 🐶#poetry #5amwritersclub🐶 Editing 2024 poems. Life is Star Trek. Be mindful.
Pinned
What better time to
plan a decade, than
at the beginning.
But first, you get the
things out of the way.
Answers to old trivia
questions, and the reason
you entered the room
was…
As you climb the hill
do you take a knee?
Or will you insist on
lips slipping between
sips?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
plan a decade, than
at the beginning.
But first, you get the
things out of the way.
Answers to old trivia
questions, and the reason
you entered the room
was…
As you climb the hill
do you take a knee?
Or will you insist on
lips slipping between
sips?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
What better time to
plan a decade, than
at the beginning.
But first, you get the
things out of the way.
Answers to old trivia
questions, and the reason
you entered the room
was…
As you climb the hill
do you take a knee?
Or will you insist on
lips slipping between
sips?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
plan a decade, than
at the beginning.
But first, you get the
things out of the way.
Answers to old trivia
questions, and the reason
you entered the room
was…
As you climb the hill
do you take a knee?
Or will you insist on
lips slipping between
sips?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
December 4, 2025 at 9:45 AM
What better time to
plan a decade, than
at the beginning.
But first, you get the
things out of the way.
Answers to old trivia
questions, and the reason
you entered the room
was…
As you climb the hill
do you take a knee?
Or will you insist on
lips slipping between
sips?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
plan a decade, than
at the beginning.
But first, you get the
things out of the way.
Answers to old trivia
questions, and the reason
you entered the room
was…
As you climb the hill
do you take a knee?
Or will you insist on
lips slipping between
sips?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
And we all wonder why
two cups left in the snow.
We’re being art collectors.
Each flake melts, unique
water, a limited edition wet.
Three cups, four.
I could catch the
entire storm with
five. Ordering stacks of
Solo. Sorry if you see a
sea of red. Snow pong,
art preservation
#5amwritersclub #poetry
two cups left in the snow.
We’re being art collectors.
Each flake melts, unique
water, a limited edition wet.
Three cups, four.
I could catch the
entire storm with
five. Ordering stacks of
Solo. Sorry if you see a
sea of red. Snow pong,
art preservation
#5amwritersclub #poetry
December 3, 2025 at 10:25 AM
And we all wonder why
two cups left in the snow.
We’re being art collectors.
Each flake melts, unique
water, a limited edition wet.
Three cups, four.
I could catch the
entire storm with
five. Ordering stacks of
Solo. Sorry if you see a
sea of red. Snow pong,
art preservation
#5amwritersclub #poetry
two cups left in the snow.
We’re being art collectors.
Each flake melts, unique
water, a limited edition wet.
Three cups, four.
I could catch the
entire storm with
five. Ordering stacks of
Solo. Sorry if you see a
sea of red. Snow pong,
art preservation
#5amwritersclub #poetry
The day came when
houses with purpose
metamorphosed. Stairs
became walls, and ceilings
were now doors. Mutation
preceded function. We’d
flit from room to room
dispossessed of solid,
brewing virtuous coffee
in planters and moving
tulips to the sofa. Spring
would be festive.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
houses with purpose
metamorphosed. Stairs
became walls, and ceilings
were now doors. Mutation
preceded function. We’d
flit from room to room
dispossessed of solid,
brewing virtuous coffee
in planters and moving
tulips to the sofa. Spring
would be festive.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
December 2, 2025 at 10:24 AM
The day came when
houses with purpose
metamorphosed. Stairs
became walls, and ceilings
were now doors. Mutation
preceded function. We’d
flit from room to room
dispossessed of solid,
brewing virtuous coffee
in planters and moving
tulips to the sofa. Spring
would be festive.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
houses with purpose
metamorphosed. Stairs
became walls, and ceilings
were now doors. Mutation
preceded function. We’d
flit from room to room
dispossessed of solid,
brewing virtuous coffee
in planters and moving
tulips to the sofa. Spring
would be festive.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
November 27, 2025 at 12:43 PM
November 26, 2025 at 11:22 AM
Bed head, red instead
of green dread. Go
means stop, for all
the wrong raisins.
Flat out in day to day
until we’re boxed up
and shipped out.
Still snack on each
other, moisture no
longer important,
why drayage and
hydration when
we can just shrivel.
And moisture eyes
after.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
of green dread. Go
means stop, for all
the wrong raisins.
Flat out in day to day
until we’re boxed up
and shipped out.
Still snack on each
other, moisture no
longer important,
why drayage and
hydration when
we can just shrivel.
And moisture eyes
after.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 9:45 AM
Bed head, red instead
of green dread. Go
means stop, for all
the wrong raisins.
Flat out in day to day
until we’re boxed up
and shipped out.
Still snack on each
other, moisture no
longer important,
why drayage and
hydration when
we can just shrivel.
And moisture eyes
after.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
of green dread. Go
means stop, for all
the wrong raisins.
Flat out in day to day
until we’re boxed up
and shipped out.
Still snack on each
other, moisture no
longer important,
why drayage and
hydration when
we can just shrivel.
And moisture eyes
after.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
Set a preset dent.
So that every
invagination
is known before
imagined. Within
that whole within,
we are not without
withering wisdoms.
It is here that time
is stitched, like quilt
and patchwork
forethought, nine on
the back of some
couch, saved
purposefully.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
So that every
invagination
is known before
imagined. Within
that whole within,
we are not without
withering wisdoms.
It is here that time
is stitched, like quilt
and patchwork
forethought, nine on
the back of some
couch, saved
purposefully.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
November 24, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Set a preset dent.
So that every
invagination
is known before
imagined. Within
that whole within,
we are not without
withering wisdoms.
It is here that time
is stitched, like quilt
and patchwork
forethought, nine on
the back of some
couch, saved
purposefully.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
So that every
invagination
is known before
imagined. Within
that whole within,
we are not without
withering wisdoms.
It is here that time
is stitched, like quilt
and patchwork
forethought, nine on
the back of some
couch, saved
purposefully.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
Idea in a tower,
stairway of ideals,
up in the up,
up and up
ing,
but the big mallet
at the top hasten
ing, pushing
steps to basement.
When penthouses
sink lower, and
we stop looking
up , ivy needn’t
climb
#5amwritersclub
#poetrycommunity
#poetry
#poem
stairway of ideals,
up in the up,
up and up
ing,
but the big mallet
at the top hasten
ing, pushing
steps to basement.
When penthouses
sink lower, and
we stop looking
up , ivy needn’t
climb
#5amwritersclub
#poetrycommunity
#poetry
#poem
November 23, 2025 at 11:00 PM
Idea in a tower,
stairway of ideals,
up in the up,
up and up
ing,
but the big mallet
at the top hasten
ing, pushing
steps to basement.
When penthouses
sink lower, and
we stop looking
up , ivy needn’t
climb
#5amwritersclub
#poetrycommunity
#poetry
#poem
stairway of ideals,
up in the up,
up and up
ing,
but the big mallet
at the top hasten
ing, pushing
steps to basement.
When penthouses
sink lower, and
we stop looking
up , ivy needn’t
climb
#5amwritersclub
#poetrycommunity
#poetry
#poem
Thought of a poem.
Committed to memory.
Fell asleep, and now
it’s gone.
It’s ether real, really
ether, early leaver,
leavened, but never
baked.
For fuck’s sake.
Its brilliance is double
blinded even to me.
But I know it exists.
That’s enough.
Sometimes, creation
is rough.
#5amwritersclub
Committed to memory.
Fell asleep, and now
it’s gone.
It’s ether real, really
ether, early leaver,
leavened, but never
baked.
For fuck’s sake.
Its brilliance is double
blinded even to me.
But I know it exists.
That’s enough.
Sometimes, creation
is rough.
#5amwritersclub
November 20, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Thought of a poem.
Committed to memory.
Fell asleep, and now
it’s gone.
It’s ether real, really
ether, early leaver,
leavened, but never
baked.
For fuck’s sake.
Its brilliance is double
blinded even to me.
But I know it exists.
That’s enough.
Sometimes, creation
is rough.
#5amwritersclub
Committed to memory.
Fell asleep, and now
it’s gone.
It’s ether real, really
ether, early leaver,
leavened, but never
baked.
For fuck’s sake.
Its brilliance is double
blinded even to me.
But I know it exists.
That’s enough.
Sometimes, creation
is rough.
#5amwritersclub
Elabor was a tidy
yet priddy chap. He
ate mushrooms in
a room indented
for all eternity. When
you consume costumes
in dented rooms, you
learn to remedy with
alacrity and speed,
pleased with life’s
ease, not always
appeasing your
needs.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
#WritingCommunity
yet priddy chap. He
ate mushrooms in
a room indented
for all eternity. When
you consume costumes
in dented rooms, you
learn to remedy with
alacrity and speed,
pleased with life’s
ease, not always
appeasing your
needs.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
#WritingCommunity
November 19, 2025 at 11:04 AM
Elabor was a tidy
yet priddy chap. He
ate mushrooms in
a room indented
for all eternity. When
you consume costumes
in dented rooms, you
learn to remedy with
alacrity and speed,
pleased with life’s
ease, not always
appeasing your
needs.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
#WritingCommunity
yet priddy chap. He
ate mushrooms in
a room indented
for all eternity. When
you consume costumes
in dented rooms, you
learn to remedy with
alacrity and speed,
pleased with life’s
ease, not always
appeasing your
needs.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
#WritingCommunity
November 18, 2025 at 2:31 PM
Tis a fine morrow,
and my marrow
matters still, till
some fee fi fo
lumpkin sucks it
from me bones.
Until then,
Mōnandæg is a
made up day. So
the vine is high,
and I can’t see
the top or bottom.
Yet. Open fingers.
#5amwritersclub
#writingcommunity
#poetry #poem
#Blueskypoets
and my marrow
matters still, till
some fee fi fo
lumpkin sucks it
from me bones.
Until then,
Mōnandæg is a
made up day. So
the vine is high,
and I can’t see
the top or bottom.
Yet. Open fingers.
#5amwritersclub
#writingcommunity
#poetry #poem
#Blueskypoets
November 17, 2025 at 10:27 AM
Tis a fine morrow,
and my marrow
matters still, till
some fee fi fo
lumpkin sucks it
from me bones.
Until then,
Mōnandæg is a
made up day. So
the vine is high,
and I can’t see
the top or bottom.
Yet. Open fingers.
#5amwritersclub
#writingcommunity
#poetry #poem
#Blueskypoets
and my marrow
matters still, till
some fee fi fo
lumpkin sucks it
from me bones.
Until then,
Mōnandæg is a
made up day. So
the vine is high,
and I can’t see
the top or bottom.
Yet. Open fingers.
#5amwritersclub
#writingcommunity
#poetry #poem
#Blueskypoets
November 16, 2025 at 1:55 PM
Chasing lozenges…
“Oh relax, they’re
going nowhere!
Slip one life under
the tongue. Your
palate is palatial
and can handle it.”
“What? Butlers? Oh
they can have lozenges
too. They dissolve at
a glacial pace, because
it’s not a race, or so
everyone tells you.”
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
“Oh relax, they’re
going nowhere!
Slip one life under
the tongue. Your
palate is palatial
and can handle it.”
“What? Butlers? Oh
they can have lozenges
too. They dissolve at
a glacial pace, because
it’s not a race, or so
everyone tells you.”
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
November 15, 2025 at 10:46 AM
Chasing lozenges…
“Oh relax, they’re
going nowhere!
Slip one life under
the tongue. Your
palate is palatial
and can handle it.”
“What? Butlers? Oh
they can have lozenges
too. They dissolve at
a glacial pace, because
it’s not a race, or so
everyone tells you.”
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
“Oh relax, they’re
going nowhere!
Slip one life under
the tongue. Your
palate is palatial
and can handle it.”
“What? Butlers? Oh
they can have lozenges
too. They dissolve at
a glacial pace, because
it’s not a race, or so
everyone tells you.”
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
The case for caring:
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
November 14, 2025 at 1:07 PM
The case for caring:
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
It’s like a podium
with infinite levels,
and no ultimate
(or even penultimate)
in sight, so
you ought to incite
to riot, or at least
invite to disquiet,
and we all clamber
to the unseen top
when along the way
someone yells “what ho,
the bottom is the best”
and we all can’t fall
fast enough
finis
with infinite levels,
and no ultimate
(or even penultimate)
in sight, so
you ought to incite
to riot, or at least
invite to disquiet,
and we all clamber
to the unseen top
when along the way
someone yells “what ho,
the bottom is the best”
and we all can’t fall
fast enough
finis
November 13, 2025 at 3:46 PM
It’s like a podium
with infinite levels,
and no ultimate
(or even penultimate)
in sight, so
you ought to incite
to riot, or at least
invite to disquiet,
and we all clamber
to the unseen top
when along the way
someone yells “what ho,
the bottom is the best”
and we all can’t fall
fast enough
finis
with infinite levels,
and no ultimate
(or even penultimate)
in sight, so
you ought to incite
to riot, or at least
invite to disquiet,
and we all clamber
to the unseen top
when along the way
someone yells “what ho,
the bottom is the best”
and we all can’t fall
fast enough
finis
The exact counter
was unknown, but
in the end, the tally
showed a rally. We
were inhaling more
than exhaling.
Where to put the extra
air…prevent a break?
We started to talk. At
first most balked, but
they bounced away.
Discourse…this of course
caused zero remorse
It was a hoarse of
different pallor
was unknown, but
in the end, the tally
showed a rally. We
were inhaling more
than exhaling.
Where to put the extra
air…prevent a break?
We started to talk. At
first most balked, but
they bounced away.
Discourse…this of course
caused zero remorse
It was a hoarse of
different pallor
November 11, 2025 at 9:11 AM
The exact counter
was unknown, but
in the end, the tally
showed a rally. We
were inhaling more
than exhaling.
Where to put the extra
air…prevent a break?
We started to talk. At
first most balked, but
they bounced away.
Discourse…this of course
caused zero remorse
It was a hoarse of
different pallor
was unknown, but
in the end, the tally
showed a rally. We
were inhaling more
than exhaling.
Where to put the extra
air…prevent a break?
We started to talk. At
first most balked, but
they bounced away.
Discourse…this of course
caused zero remorse
It was a hoarse of
different pallor
A great show. An awesome person.
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I’m not sure I like
bird sounds, or
bright blues, or
crisp hours of
anything.
I prefer wallowing
with tusks and
whiskers.
And like a fucking
bell-ring at a
meat powder
buffet,
everyone
thinks of
the walrus.
I can’t help that.
Pavlov has you
by your horns.
Wallow as you
will.
#5amwritersclub
bird sounds, or
bright blues, or
crisp hours of
anything.
I prefer wallowing
with tusks and
whiskers.
And like a fucking
bell-ring at a
meat powder
buffet,
everyone
thinks of
the walrus.
I can’t help that.
Pavlov has you
by your horns.
Wallow as you
will.
#5amwritersclub
November 10, 2025 at 12:55 PM
I’m not sure I like
bird sounds, or
bright blues, or
crisp hours of
anything.
I prefer wallowing
with tusks and
whiskers.
And like a fucking
bell-ring at a
meat powder
buffet,
everyone
thinks of
the walrus.
I can’t help that.
Pavlov has you
by your horns.
Wallow as you
will.
#5amwritersclub
bird sounds, or
bright blues, or
crisp hours of
anything.
I prefer wallowing
with tusks and
whiskers.
And like a fucking
bell-ring at a
meat powder
buffet,
everyone
thinks of
the walrus.
I can’t help that.
Pavlov has you
by your horns.
Wallow as you
will.
#5amwritersclub
Poem will stay with me
forever. Stuck in the drain.
I suggest removing my elbow.
(That’s where all valuable
things get stuck).
There it is, amidst the
grime and gristle, slime
and chisel away everything
not poem. Give it a shine.
Note: post it
Sans elbow. I’ll regrow.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
forever. Stuck in the drain.
I suggest removing my elbow.
(That’s where all valuable
things get stuck).
There it is, amidst the
grime and gristle, slime
and chisel away everything
not poem. Give it a shine.
Note: post it
Sans elbow. I’ll regrow.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
November 9, 2025 at 7:13 PM
Poem will stay with me
forever. Stuck in the drain.
I suggest removing my elbow.
(That’s where all valuable
things get stuck).
There it is, amidst the
grime and gristle, slime
and chisel away everything
not poem. Give it a shine.
Note: post it
Sans elbow. I’ll regrow.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
forever. Stuck in the drain.
I suggest removing my elbow.
(That’s where all valuable
things get stuck).
There it is, amidst the
grime and gristle, slime
and chisel away everything
not poem. Give it a shine.
Note: post it
Sans elbow. I’ll regrow.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
Ok to write a poem
that is read never?
Permitted to write
things of one mind?
Is uni rationale
unnatural in the
actual order of
stuff? And is there
order when there
is one, no one at
last long enough
to be last? When
poem becomes
me op, is last first
and is flip scripted?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
that is read never?
Permitted to write
things of one mind?
Is uni rationale
unnatural in the
actual order of
stuff? And is there
order when there
is one, no one at
last long enough
to be last? When
poem becomes
me op, is last first
and is flip scripted?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
November 8, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Ok to write a poem
that is read never?
Permitted to write
things of one mind?
Is uni rationale
unnatural in the
actual order of
stuff? And is there
order when there
is one, no one at
last long enough
to be last? When
poem becomes
me op, is last first
and is flip scripted?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
that is read never?
Permitted to write
things of one mind?
Is uni rationale
unnatural in the
actual order of
stuff? And is there
order when there
is one, no one at
last long enough
to be last? When
poem becomes
me op, is last first
and is flip scripted?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
Cookie dough,…
yule love the log.
Cookie sushi, slice
a slice, bite a bit,
or just chaw on it
like delicious riches.
Or, bake it and watch
the dough warmth
spongily spread.
Dough dopamine
a metaphor
for strife in life. If a
good thing can be
shortcut, perhaps
it should be cut short.
#5amwritersclub
yule love the log.
Cookie sushi, slice
a slice, bite a bit,
or just chaw on it
like delicious riches.
Or, bake it and watch
the dough warmth
spongily spread.
Dough dopamine
a metaphor
for strife in life. If a
good thing can be
shortcut, perhaps
it should be cut short.
#5amwritersclub
November 5, 2025 at 9:39 AM
Cookie dough,…
yule love the log.
Cookie sushi, slice
a slice, bite a bit,
or just chaw on it
like delicious riches.
Or, bake it and watch
the dough warmth
spongily spread.
Dough dopamine
a metaphor
for strife in life. If a
good thing can be
shortcut, perhaps
it should be cut short.
#5amwritersclub
yule love the log.
Cookie sushi, slice
a slice, bite a bit,
or just chaw on it
like delicious riches.
Or, bake it and watch
the dough warmth
spongily spread.
Dough dopamine
a metaphor
for strife in life. If a
good thing can be
shortcut, perhaps
it should be cut short.
#5amwritersclub
It is a small thing, to
look down and wiggle
fingers, toes.
Diagnostic report
affirmations with
full-body tense-stretch.
(so far so good)
The board meets
later today, reading
of the minutiae, kidney
disagrees with stomach,
release of corporeal
strategy tomorrow.
Takeover bid rumors!
#5amwritersclub
look down and wiggle
fingers, toes.
Diagnostic report
affirmations with
full-body tense-stretch.
(so far so good)
The board meets
later today, reading
of the minutiae, kidney
disagrees with stomach,
release of corporeal
strategy tomorrow.
Takeover bid rumors!
#5amwritersclub
November 4, 2025 at 9:44 AM
It is a small thing, to
look down and wiggle
fingers, toes.
Diagnostic report
affirmations with
full-body tense-stretch.
(so far so good)
The board meets
later today, reading
of the minutiae, kidney
disagrees with stomach,
release of corporeal
strategy tomorrow.
Takeover bid rumors!
#5amwritersclub
look down and wiggle
fingers, toes.
Diagnostic report
affirmations with
full-body tense-stretch.
(so far so good)
The board meets
later today, reading
of the minutiae, kidney
disagrees with stomach,
release of corporeal
strategy tomorrow.
Takeover bid rumors!
#5amwritersclub
November 3, 2025 at 10:10 AM
Do your things. The world is fighting for portions of your bandwidth. It can simply wait. Your time. Your things.
November 2, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Do your things. The world is fighting for portions of your bandwidth. It can simply wait. Your time. Your things.