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magic-l-bearr.bsky.social
I don't consider myself to be human; mainly, because when I was at my lowest (bravest) virtually none of you treated me like one. And those who did I hold in higher esteem than any of the be-knighted, the titled, the honoured or kings or queens of this pitiful world, Amen
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May 1, 2025 at 6:03 AM
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Thank you so much for the nice feedback. The prompt cues were great!

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April 25, 2025 at 8:37 AM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘A staircase of uneven steps’ holds everything: imbalance, ache, persistence. It’s devastation, worn thin by the climb. Each line bruises differently. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 25, 2025 at 6:35 AM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘A fag stained, piss stinking prayer’ gets you in the ribs. It's filthy, furious, & unholy in its honesty. This isn’t redemption. It’s revolt in stained hymns. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 25, 2025 at 6:33 AM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘A slick shiver in the narrow’ - tense like fear pacing a fire escape. This is prayer shaped by concrete & survival. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 25, 2025 at 6:29 AM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘The owl longed—for the day to fade, for the bleak lit in silver’ is desire wrapped in plumage. Gothic & glittering. Feels like prayer from a gutter beneath the moon. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 25, 2025 at 6:26 AM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘No god but the one that limps beside you, mud on its boots, grin full of glass’. That’s the sacred in the scrapheap. Blasphemous, beautiful, true. This prayer’s got teeth. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 25, 2025 at 6:24 AM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘That gutter of apathy and neglect and the voices and fists’ doesn’t flinch. You’ve nailed what it is to escape & still carry the bruises in your syntax. This one walks barefoot through the broken glass. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 25, 2025 at 6:23 AM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘The man who left Mam with five names and not enough hands’God, that cuts straight through myth, straight through sainthood. No polish, just truth with a mother’s hands full. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 25, 2025 at 6:22 AM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘Dear God, You don’t seem to mind’ cuts deep, so bare, almost resigned. That shrug toward grace feels half-apology, half-dare. It’s raw & unvarnished, like faith scraped against the curb. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 25, 2025 at 6:21 AM
cieloceano.bsky.social
Scorched Bones

This poem is inspired by Borges’ novel “The Immortal”, which I do recommend.
I tried to work out with images what he did with paradoxes.

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@brokenspinearts.bsky.social
April 22, 2025 at 10:59 PM
magic-l-bearr.bsky.social
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A little adventure into freeform, it is a bit dark lol
Gutter Prayer Hear my gutter prayer! That’s right Hear my prayer from the gutter A gutted prayer Your life means nothing Nothing to these people A fag stained, piss stinking prayer To the kiddy fiddler on high Who plays back an evil tune He expects you to like it And you do Soiled as you are The fiddlers tune jerks off your balls Drops them to your knees Prostrate yourselves and pray Feel his pain, his suffering, his angst Have mercy on my soul Have mercy, kick me in my teeth Have mercy, take all my pain Have mercy, scourge my back of its penniless flesh Less flesh Praise Bejesulbub Praise him Praise his bedraggled bones And pour your sins upon him For your weakness is what he wants Of course it is Pray now For you have been redeemed Your mercies are manifold I see you And you shall be vanquished!
April 22, 2025 at 6:57 PM
cieloceano.bsky.social
Foxes in the rain

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April 21, 2025 at 9:07 PM
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
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Prompt: Hope as survival instinct. about a creature clawing its way out of the muck, chasing a sound. Device: internal rhyme and at least one moment of repetition.

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Hope, the slick owl sat solitary on an electric post down a squirrelly alley — brooding, shivering & bruised. A momentary shiver ran down the wire from its claws dripping blood. The blood dripped and dropped on the cobbled alley — an echo as some haunting refrain floating in a valley – piqued its interest. It rolled its flexi head, setting its blasé onlookers — a few sparrows and seven babblers — in fright, aflutter. The song ran breathless through its marrow; and the day’s blinding light obfuscating its sight, revealed a nubilous form of the creature of song. The owl longed — for the day to fade, for the bleak lit in silver, for the blur to morph into shape, for the shape to smelt, for the moon to pour the nectar or drop a sliver on its runcible spoon. - C. Oulens
April 20, 2025 at 5:10 PM
softlywild.bsky.social
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This poem is based on prompt 2: Cathedral of Cracks.

Prompt: Find divinity in destruction. What if the cracked pavement is the altar?
April 20, 2025 at 5:07 AM
gabrielbauman.com
“Receiver”

not for glory but for rain

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RECEIVER Rain suckles roofbone, no hush, just pull. I press my head to concrete, and hear it: all the wishes no one claimed sliding down the spines of buildings. This pipe, green-throated, swallows what the sky spits out. A saint, maybe— no robe, only rust and the long patience of gutters. Before pews, hands. Before plans, rain caught in whatever held it. Make of me such music— throat tuned by downpour, singing, filling, falling into cupped hands. Gabriel Bauman #poemsabout #gutterprayer
April 19, 2025 at 8:49 PM
deeemmy.bsky.social
For #PoemsAbout - @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and @alanparry83.bsky.social are helping me find a voice again, I think. This week's prompt is #GutterPrayer.

I Am Sitting On My Suitcase

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I am sitting on my suitcase under the snapping fluorescents of a paint store The glitter of dandelion seeds spreading in a slow breeze feels like frail, silent company It is sometime past midnight, somewhere before dawn And anywhere is better than there That gutter of apathy and neglect and the voices and fists My friend’s big brother will pick me up And I will sleep on the basement couch There will be no drawer to unpack my things in Because I will be moving from house to house, From couch to lounger to cot, Wash, rinse, repeat but I will be warm and feel the unsaid welcome of boys Anywhere from here is up and anytime of night welcomes me I am spread under an umbrella of stars And I am migrating to better places By DLM, 4/19/25, 2:07pm
April 19, 2025 at 8:15 PM
fiftywords.bsky.social
Although part of a collection on the Easter rising in Dublin it also fits for #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer It’s about Michael Mallin in the voice of his son ,a priest, who, in this imagined prayer, struggles with absence and inherited memory. @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social
April 19, 2025 at 5:15 PM
inperfectwander.bsky.social
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April 19, 2025 at 4:39 PM
thebrokenspine.co.uk
‘I don’t pray, I sing’ is defiant & tender. The imagery hums with devotion, but it’s the voice that leads. Confident. Unafraid. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 19, 2025 at 1:28 PM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘Stay out of the gutter, now’ catches care passed down in ordinary warnings. There’s something raw in its restraint, a prayer disguised as caution. Beautifully done. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 19, 2025 at 1:20 PM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘A war for pride, a battle for butter’ Oof! Rhythmic, bitter, exact. It’s the mundanity of struggle, turned lyric. This writhes with fury & doesn’t flinch. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 19, 2025 at 1:17 PM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘viridian gunk glowing holy’ is a filthy benediction, devotion scraped from street corners. This poem wallows in the sacred muck & makes it shimmer. Unwashed & undeniable. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 19, 2025 at 1:01 PM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘water into wine, bloody marks / of stigmata dribble down his arm’ is vile & visionary. Unholy and holy all at once. A gutter-stained gospel, where delusion meets grace. Can’t look away. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 19, 2025 at 12:59 PM
alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘A kind of unfinished manuscript / where errors and crossings out / on each tear-washed page are rife’ reads like an ode to human frailty, messy, holy, real. Love how this leans into grace through imperfection. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #GutterPrayer
April 19, 2025 at 12:57 PM