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Educator. Poet. Playwright. Liverpool. Bears. Baked Pasta (just kinda happened.) 💙
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Here is today's poem called "Quite Cartographer"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #geography
November 6, 2025 at 10:16 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Tapestry"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #education
It's all a turning spindle-- a single, coarse thread. This life must be learned--  an education of work-- the patient, pulling truth. There will be tangles-- knots formed + tighten. It is only in the unweaving-- in the slow, frustrating, grace of finding a single end… do our own fingers learn the original lie of the weave.
November 4, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Gleam"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #argent
The veil is thin this night-- breathing argent-- every leaf is edged with a second, brighter life. The common air itself has learned to shine. + we, who walked in dust, now wear the light.
October 29, 2025 at 7:05 PM
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Here is today's poem called "IRB Approval"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #experiment
The hypothesis: a measured silence. The apparatus: two chairs, one unspoken thing. We introduce a variable-- the accidental brush of skin-- You are always the experiment.  Observe the reaction: a quickening, a warmth. Conclusion: Inconclusive. Yet the lab notes are full of your name.
October 28, 2025 at 3:48 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Guest"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #terror
No, I don't want to creep by-- be silent amongst demons-- when I arrive, please, tell him it's me, finally! Yes, let Devil know I'm here + with all the terror I am, there is hell to pay.
October 25, 2025 at 3:17 PM
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Here is today's poem called "You Should Smile More"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #unseen
The mouth a quiet line. Teeth unseen--, no sound to give it away. But deep in the bones, a private warmth is lit. A choice, against the gray. The face is still, but the soul has curled at the edges.
October 23, 2025 at 10:41 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Turbines"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #energy
At Midnight there is no energy like a kinetic woman-- power lines running up + down spine-- eyes swirling turbines-- generator thighs-- nuclear reactor attitude-- Her smile, an electric chair. Forget the Governor-- strap me in!
October 22, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Broken Things + The Choices"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #saucer #lfc
The arrival will not do so for conquest. Their saucer will settle in the dust  of our empty capitals + monuments. They will walk with sensors-- their great + vibrant liquid eyes  will fill with a sorrow  known only to be "human". They will trace the ghost of a river-- listen to the wind carrying  the echos of our arguing-- the bitter frequency of invisible borders. They will find our libraries,  our concert halls,  our cathedrals, + they will weep. For the brilliant,  shining thing we were given, + the dull,  broken thing we chose to make.
October 21, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Shadow"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #atom
A seed of fire-- a grain of existance in a field of infinity-- knotted by the unrelenting. Then, a sun, born! The world-- now too small for an atom's shadow.
October 20, 2025 at 7:36 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Philadelphia Roll, Deconstructed"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #hover
A pale comma against the dark lacquer of space. No rice-- it's is a suggestion of a roll-- a breath held  in the shape of maki. Sliced tuna-- a single crimson thought-- floats beside an avocado ghost. Then, it all turns, a silent culmination  in the brine of its own becoming. The wasabi always hovers. 
October 19, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Migrating"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #android
The new one breathes in the corner-- a soft whir where our chest would be.  We gather, a silent ritual. The old one sits-- a statue of yesterday's metal-- a cord, a vein of light connects the past to the present. We watch the data stream-- the logic of a lullaby-- the precise angle for wiping a tear-- a million memories it learned by rote-- the instinct of a newer heart. As the switch from old  to monument + new to active-- this android turns on-- Its gaze is familiar-- It knows us.
October 18, 2025 at 6:22 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Imoral Legality" or "An Ode To the Banjo In Punk Band"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #arid #nokings #revolution #punk
The arid chatter of distortion cracks like dry lightning across the southeast.  I am the splinter in the fist-- the crooked porch step, the sudden, open field. They build a wall of furious noise + I punch a hole in it-- let the old, weird sky pour through. A wrong note in a world of wrongs-- a twang that refuses to relent. Out of place. Exactly where I belong.
October 17, 2025 at 7:28 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Purple Herons"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #unearthly
The purple fog arrived on no particular wind. It swallowed the cut husks  that drape the midwestern land during this time of year. This royal hue drank the streetlights whole + painted the herons  standing on the river's edge  an unearthly bruise. We waited for a sign-- a meaning of this violet hush. + by the time we thought to ask the question-- the rolling paint had dispersed  into the everything of it all.  Now, most don't talk about the anomaly  we all unexpectedly experienced-- but we do remember that one day-- when all colors were welcomed. 
October 16, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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Here is today's poem called "The Tortoise Shell"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #beetle
Once, my dome was just there-- a dull shield of bone  bouldering behind every step.  Then, slowly, evolution began-- the shell that was become emerald fire-- obsidian + amethyst-- a kaleidoscope of beetle jewels.  Now, I am a walking cathedral-- carrying an altar of metallic bloom of living stained glass-- when I move, the world winks back-- This is not armor-- it's an offering. + I, the slow heart at its center, have learned to love the brilliant skin I did not grow, but was chosen to wear.
October 15, 2025 at 8:32 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Serving Size"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #deluxe
The white carton-- a pagoda of noodles-- swelling past the container's origami-- overflowing onto the public sidewalk.  They had to roll it out on a dolly!  The side was an actual automobile! With all due respect to the recipes  + the deluxe legacy of greatness-- far too often derided to a mispronunciation of "Tso"-- I climbed up + sank into the Lo Mein seat. + so I drove-- drifting into a crispy noodle horizon-- the fortune cookie serving as a lucky accelerator-- a cloud of sesame steam charioting me forward-- to home-- to my shih tzu-- waving at me in the window. 
October 14, 2025 at 4:58 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Take My Claw"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #undertone
A click of claws on cypress knee, a rustle in the sawgrass walks the bayou. One, then two, then a undertone of rhythm in the mud-thick dark. The bass line is deep with ooze. The snare is the rattle of a pebbled shell. A solo climbs the hanging moss-- a reedy + twisting sound from tentacles  They play water’s chorus-- the slow seep of roots-- a taste of rust + rain. A syncopated scuttle beneath the bone-white moon. The night swings, low, sweet, + strange. Please, come dance with us. 
October 13, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Perfect Hunger"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #piranha #nokings #eattherich
When the water goes thin + the sun hangs a white hammer the frenzy turns inward. A flicker of silver-- a mistake in the murk + the covenant is broken. The same snap that stripped  a capybara to arc-bone-- the same drive that boiled  the river's surface into a bloody brew. They turn their perfect hunger on their own privileged forms-- until the river runs clear, again, carrying the secrets of water. 
October 12, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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Here is today's poem called "My Love, The Rain"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #raincoat #love
For days it only teased-- a gray, distant, + longing sight. The raincoat kept to the vastness-- a quiet but empty + dry sky. Then, percussion on the pane-- a cacophony of drizzling morse code. .. / .- -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- These silver apologies slid down  the drainpipe with a gurgling haste-- pooling on the path before the front door-- looking for a soley lonely hook-- for the one that would always come out-- for this pouring ritual of love. Finding it's yellow embrace-- drops + drips were allowed to simply rest + finally weep upon the shoulders of its protective love-- always there, catching the falling-- even to sleep. 
October 11, 2025 at 5:04 PM
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Here is today's poem called "The Other Side"

Thank you for all the followers! Make sure to search #vss365 it is the best poetry and poets you can find!

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #verve
The other side was never the point. It was the crossing. The gravel's shift beneath tri-toed feet-- the hot + bright white line-- the indrawn breath of air before the rush of steel + shadow. With a terrible verve to the asphalt altar-- again + again. A hunger artist in brown feathers-- the world holds only one truth-- the need to be, for one pure moment, perilously, in between!
October 10, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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Here is today's poem called "The Farm Yard"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #libertine
It's a subtle strut atop the cobbles-- a feathered ghost of the Dublin smoke. Her comb is a rugged red crown-- her eye a bright black bead that misses nothing. She does not scratch for feed from a measured tin, but takes her bounty! A freeholder of the alley, she owns the morning with her ragged cry. a libertine's good morning. 
October 9, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Only When I Drink"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #ash #smoke #drink #nokings
The crown, a heavy sun. They bring him boar, swan + goblets of rubies + wine. We wait for the smile that does not come. A courtier trembles. The steward tastes the air for poison. But there are those that see it (what's always happened!) The  honeyed fig does not light his eyes-- all is consumed, none savored.  The great equalizer has never been a sword-- but the simple, ever-present  ash in a king's mouth.
October 8, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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Here is today's poem called "2nd Round of the Rematch"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #clash
The bell. A blur of white fists clash against a patient shell. The arena roars  in the customary tongue of many predators attending.  The whirlwind of jabs made technique wane  under the weight of quantity.  He fights their fight-- a cyclone of arrogance. But the shell remains--. a waiting wall... until, finally, the flurry tires-- a slow, dedicated piston of a left hook finds its mark. No, not a knockout-- a reoccuring truth. The overgrown rabbit slumps like a dope on the ropes-- gasping at the ceiling lights spotlighting the tortoise's raised glove into the stunned + silent air.
October 8, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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Here is today's poem called "Tectonic Shift"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #associate
They build their palaces  on a foundation of quiet-- associate when your speech with a reckless yawp + whimper that your noise  is actually the problem. But I have seen the monuments  of the calm + sensible-- always draped in chains of silence. So, let them curse your fire-- see how they tremble  at the tremor of your voice. You, who eat the ashes of Pompeii. For the only good  this world has ever known arrives on the shattered air of your volcanic shout!
October 6, 2025 at 11:49 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Speak To Your Physician, If You Can Get An Appointment Approved By Your Insurance"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #advert
They took Her diagnosis-- used it for a commercial placed between multiple Thursday night comedies to explain the lethality of cancerous tumors to Modern Family fans. They claimed our last road trip spent as a family, together-- enjoying this world-- this life--Her’s-- for the sole purpose of a new drug's advert-- "Speak to your physician..." Those commercials should end with dedications.
October 5, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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Here is today's poem called "Less Lethal, Tomorrow"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #elastic
Once, they held a tree's memory-- the bounce-back + gentle give-- the status to stand in a storm, but follow the wind's whispers.  Now, they are forced into rigidity-- a mandated forgetting-- taking the shape of cold geometry-- the perfect arc to meet a rib-- a painful thud + gasp-- where a laughter should laugh. They trade spring for sting-- soft recoil for the hard fact of a bruise blooming on our streets. What terrible alchemy-- to take what was meant to yeild + stretch the elastic it into a final, unbending answer.
October 4, 2025 at 6:20 PM