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People Divine — Nikki Rae Post by Nikki Rae

Here's the #poem I wrote earlier today. Have a read and Enjoy!

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Disaster Capitalism 

While American tomahawks flatten
Girls schools, you'll turn yet another blind eye
Because the oil crisis 
Leading to the gas shortage 
From the impending war will mean
Your Amazon package gets delayed
By just a few days, which as an American
Is completely Out-Of-The-Question
So bury your head in your stock options
And short the humanitarian efforts 
Because time is money, and money is war
And war pays well
(Unless you're dying for it)

Disaster Capitalism While American tomahawks flatten Girls schools, you'll turn yet another blind eye Because the oil crisis Leading to the gas shortage From the impending war will mean Your Amazon package gets delayed By just a few days, which as an American Is completely Out-Of-The-Question So bury your head in your stock options And short the humanitarian efforts Because time is money, and money is war And war pays well (Unless you're dying for it)

Disaster Capitalism
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#vss365 #vss #warmth

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Sun is shining high in the blue sky over a low tide southeast Alaskan beach. A few clouds atop islands in background. Ocean is calm.

Sun is shining high in the blue sky over a low tide southeast Alaskan beach. A few clouds atop islands in background. Ocean is calm.

Nature is reminding me today that there is beauty & hope. I’m giving you this glimpse of hope too! ☀️ 🌊

#AlaskaSky #Alaska #Poetsofbluesky

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#ImageAndVerse

Starlight
*
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*
*
Like light that continues to travel

long after the star is gone,

my love will still move toward you

now that you and I have moved on.
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- vegypower

#poetry #poetsofbluesky

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Hello, brother.
               Welcome to your final chance
                              to forgo evil.
                              See here, see how
                              your fear
                                                (fermented into hatred)
                              is unfounded.
 Those whom you have come to kill
           are all familiar:     grandmas, granddads,
                                              wives and husbands,
                                              sons and daughters —
                        families like yours.

 But if you can’t put down your gun
                 and join with us in peace,
                                   here is my body as a shield;
          it has five places ready to receive your wrath:
                                              the declaration of my faith;
                                              my prayers;
                                              my charitable gifts;
                                              my fast from dawn to setting sun;
                                              my journey as a pilgrim.

Hello, brother. Welcome to your final chance to forgo evil. See here, see how your fear (fermented into hatred) is unfounded. Those whom you have come to kill are all familiar: grandmas, granddads, wives and husbands, sons and daughters — families like yours. But if you can’t put down your gun and join with us in peace, here is my body as a shield; it has five places ready to receive your wrath: the declaration of my faith; my prayers; my charitable gifts; my fast from dawn to setting sun; my journey as a pilgrim.

Haji-Daoud Nabi (d. 2019)

from "Last Words" - a sequence of poems each starting with the last words (sometimes apocryphal) of a well-known person.

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #lastwords #hajidaoudnabi #lastwords

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#prosepoetry #OwnYourStory #PoetsOfBluesky

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to be sung to the tune of The Vaccines’ “Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)”


Pretty soon, fireman Ray
Doo bee doo cremation day
Piling books on bonfire night
Yeah yeah yeah yeah set alight

The villanelle, Petrarchan sonnet
The haiku burns with petrol on it
Ottava rima, terza too
But slowly — lentement hâtez-vous

What’s this book?  Leaves of Grass?
Hey hey hey hey yeah that’s class
Still it goes onto the pile
Bye bye bye it burns in style

Ezra Pound and Seamus Heaney
Wordsworth, Swinburne, Matthew Sweeney
Agonising though it seems
We’re clearing space for all our dreams

Philip Larkin, mum and dadding
That’s the lot, no more to add in
What a lot of room for our words to fill
An empty vase, no daffodils.

to be sung to the tune of The Vaccines’ “Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)” Pretty soon, fireman Ray Doo bee doo cremation day Piling books on bonfire night Yeah yeah yeah yeah set alight The villanelle, Petrarchan sonnet The haiku burns with petrol on it Ottava rima, terza too But slowly — lentement hâtez-vous What’s this book? Leaves of Grass? Hey hey hey hey yeah that’s class Still it goes onto the pile Bye bye bye it burns in style Ezra Pound and Seamus Heaney Wordsworth, Swinburne, Matthew Sweeney Agonising though it seems We’re clearing space for all our dreams Philip Larkin, mum and dadding That’s the lot, no more to add in What a lot of room for our words to fill An empty vase, no daffodils.

"Burn It Up".

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #song #lyrics #thevaccines
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People Divine — Nikki Rae Post by Nikki Rae

#New #poem is up! Take a look and enjoy!

#amwriting #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #skypoets #chronicillness #mentalhealth #writersofbluesky #bskypoets #blueskypoetry #divine #joy #beingreal #depression #hope

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I won "Best Wish Trip"
Hoped to meet The Perfect Man
At least he's perfect

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#ScifaikuSaturday #amwriting #scifi #fantasy #haiku #scifaiku #poem #poetry #poet #WritingCommunity #SciFiSat #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #HaikuSaturday #MicroPoem #Poets #SFF #PoetsOfBlueSky 🙏RP💟

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#GreenSat 💚 #ColorADay
#Poetry ✍️ #PoetsOfBlueSky

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ether rope slips my
grasp hurtling spiralling
towskyards crashing stars

#haikuart #haikupoetry #haikuartist #haikudaily #poetrycommunity #micropoetry #haiku #poetsofbluesky
#blueskyhaiku #haikuprompt

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Sprightly honeybees
watch wildflowers
basking in sunlit warmth
seeking nectar
in the floral sea

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Crescent moon hangs softly in the night sky,
Two cups of coffee warm beneath its quiet light.
Your laughter lingers like a distant sigh,
And longing blooms in the silence of the night
#BlueSkyPoetry
#SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet

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For this week's #PoemsAbout #consent I found myself thinking about whose running things.

@alanparrywriter.co.uk
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   shopping with mummy:
                           bored, and as usual
                                         thinking of words.
                     I'd recently heard one —
       though I was unsure of its meaning,
                      its shape was a marvel:
                                   resonant, round.
                                                       proudly I spoke it then
                                       clearly and loudly
                             to hear how it sounded
                                                and yes, to show off.

        “bollocks” I said
in the Home & Colonial.

                                            a moment’s stunned silence
                                              ...
                                                   ...and suddenly
                                                              I was swept up by a whirlwind
                                                                      to stand on the pavement
                                                                            outside the shop.
                                      mummy was mortified,
                        red-faced and furious,
                              I was perplexed and a little bit scared.

       So I learnt to make do then
                               with bullocks and rowlocks
                     and other near-misses —
                                          not as fulfilling,
                                                         but safe.

shopping with mummy: bored, and as usual thinking of words. I'd recently heard one — though I was unsure of its meaning, its shape was a marvel: resonant, round. proudly I spoke it then clearly and loudly to hear how it sounded and yes, to show off. “bollocks” I said in the Home & Colonial. a moment’s stunned silence ... ...and suddenly I was swept up by a whirlwind to stand on the pavement outside the shop. mummy was mortified, red-faced and furious, I was perplexed and a little bit scared. So I learnt to make do then with bullocks and rowlocks and other near-misses — not as fulfilling, but safe.

"shopping with mummy" from "Trickling Grains of a Life: an Unauthorised Autobiography" - from "Boston (1956-1974)"

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #tricklinggrainsofalife

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Sometimestitious 

I'm not a superstitious person
But sometimes... 
I throw spilled salt over my shoulder
I knock on wood, sometimes twice
I never walk under a ladder
Or break a mirror 
Or open an umbrella indoors
I don't launder clothes on New Year's Day 
So I don't live and die by superstitions
But I have picked up a few here and there

Sometimestitious I'm not a superstitious person But sometimes... I throw spilled salt over my shoulder I knock on wood, sometimes twice I never walk under a ladder Or break a mirror Or open an umbrella indoors I don't launder clothes on New Year's Day So I don't live and die by superstitions But I have picked up a few here and there

Sometimestitious
#Poetry #WritingCommunity #Superstitious #PoetrySky #PoetsOfBlueSky

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On a black and star field background, a non-AI tagged Pixabay image of an android is shown. The android seems to be contemplating the #ScifaikuSaturday hashtag. A blue, rectangle outline highlights the image and hashtag.

On a black and star field background, a non-AI tagged Pixabay image of an android is shown. The android seems to be contemplating the #ScifaikuSaturday hashtag. A blue, rectangle outline highlights the image and hashtag.

The #ScifaikuSaturday #prompt for 14 March 2026 is 📆 👥👫👬 — or — 🥩🍖🍗🥓

#MEET or #MEAT

🚀👽🛸🖊️👍

#AmWriting
#BlueSkyPoetry
#Haiku
#MicroPoem
#PoetsOfBlueSky
#Poetry
#PoetryCommunity
#SciFi
#SFF
#WritingPrompts

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Excerpt from 'Unravelling Pronouns' by Thomas Saunders: “
I  is a fear-freckled deer desperately dashing
through brambles and branches, closely followed by
the slathering hounds of conformity:  just as me

is a poorly made ghost that fails to frighten
in an old scream-train at a fair.

...”

Excerpt from 'Unravelling Pronouns' by Thomas Saunders: “ I is a fear-freckled deer desperately dashing through brambles and branches, closely followed by the slathering hounds of conformity: just as me is a poorly made ghost that fails to frighten in an old scream-train at a fair. ...”

Excerpt from a brand new poem posted on our website. Click link in bio to read more!
🌙

#poetry #litmag #literary #poems #poetsofbluesky

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To bring up a child from a stranger’s womb makes a very special #mother.

This is my 18-word poem for #fragmentsfriday with thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social

#poetry #micropoetry #skypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrychallenge #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers

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seen crossing

waiting for the 267, bussed by pallid sun
i idly watch as cars that lord the tarmac’d space 
betwixt our modest homes and short parade of shops
thrust past, in fear some soft and time-rich driver stops
to bid one of us locals cross with spring-heeled pace
asserting our bold right to transport inside our own carapace

one car, i note, has paused for one of us—at first obscured
by its high rear—while more cars brake, a brittle twig 
bent slant and dark, cracked from an aged apple tree
emerges slow, each zebra’s stripe the apogee
—or so it seems—of this small lady’s hobbled jig
her tiny shopping cart behind: a humble, fragile rig

her hundred metres course from home to mini superstore
perhaps she once would bolt to grab with speedy verve
a malted loaf or box of eggs to fix a snack
for some fresh guest, or treat—to top the book-filled pack
of a gone child. Today she spends her last reserve
on striving for the central island: weak of limb yet strong of nerve

long seconds tick; folk wait; while this side of her treasured isle
fraught drivers judge her pace too slow to make them break their stride
so hustle past. The plucky twig creeps nigh the halfway ground
amid the maelstrom—whereupon two tradesmen, pick-up bound
for their next job (though they have room to safely pass this side)
slow down their day, stop time, and smile their fellow passerby across: all eyed   
by me as she and he and he, mute strangers all, reflect upon our mortal ride. 

 
Paul Rapley 2026							#beingwatched

seen crossing waiting for the 267, bussed by pallid sun i idly watch as cars that lord the tarmac’d space betwixt our modest homes and short parade of shops thrust past, in fear some soft and time-rich driver stops to bid one of us locals cross with spring-heeled pace asserting our bold right to transport inside our own carapace one car, i note, has paused for one of us—at first obscured by its high rear—while more cars brake, a brittle twig bent slant and dark, cracked from an aged apple tree emerges slow, each zebra’s stripe the apogee —or so it seems—of this small lady’s hobbled jig her tiny shopping cart behind: a humble, fragile rig her hundred metres course from home to mini superstore perhaps she once would bolt to grab with speedy verve a malted loaf or box of eggs to fix a snack for some fresh guest, or treat—to top the book-filled pack of a gone child. Today she spends her last reserve on striving for the central island: weak of limb yet strong of nerve long seconds tick; folk wait; while this side of her treasured isle fraught drivers judge her pace too slow to make them break their stride so hustle past. The plucky twig creeps nigh the halfway ground amid the maelstrom—whereupon two tradesmen, pick-up bound for their next job (though they have room to safely pass this side) slow down their day, stop time, and smile their fellow passerby across: all eyed by me as she and he and he, mute strangers all, reflect upon our mortal ride. Paul Rapley 2026 #beingwatched

Sorry this has taken so long (in line with the theme, I guess) #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched
Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk & @thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poets #poetrycommunity #poetry #poems #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky

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haiku #139

Bay wind salts the glass
Kelp forests sway under moons
Waves hush tired minds.

#haiku #resilience #poetsofbluesky #ocean
#sea #community #kelp #poet #myth

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#PlumbingBooksOrPlays
At the shore where twilight softly glows,
We trace our laughter in the sand below.
The waves hum gently to the fading light,
Two hearts playing in the gold of night.
#BlueSkyPoetry
#SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet

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At the shore where twilight softly glows,
We trace our laughter in the sand below.
The waves hum gently to the fading light,
Two hearts playing in the gold of night.
#BlueSkyPoetry
#SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet

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Winter's Guest — Nikki Rae Post by Nikki Rae

Here's the #poem I wrote earlier today! Give it a #read and enjoy!

#amwriting #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #skypoets #chronicillness #mentalhealth #writersofbluesky #bskypoets #blueskypoetry #friends #fun #hope #faith #depression

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An abstract sketch resembling spider legs with curled thread trailing below. The haiku reads:

even the spider
makes beautiful things 
gossamer breath

An abstract sketch resembling spider legs with curled thread trailing below. The haiku reads: even the spider makes beautiful things gossamer breath

even the spider
makes beautiful things
gossamer breath

#haiku written for #completethehaiga prompt 141. Art by Josiah.

#micropoetry #poetry #poetrysky #poetsofbluesky #spiders #gossamer #spiderweb

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My poetry is often personal to me, whereas my prose tends to be on the fantastical side. This one is FREE so I'd be absolutely chuffed if my fellow writers and poets gave it a read and a comment.

#WritersOfBlueSky #PoetsOfBlueSky #Poetry #FreeformPoetry #FreeformPoem

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Vessel by Sheikha A.(BUGS & INSECTS Series) Vessel by Sheikha A. — just maybe, bees, too, are important When mountains were declared your home, which was it that made you cry: the blessing of living in rocks for nobody to ever find your liqu…

"Vessel" by Sheikha A. (BUGS & INSECTS Series):

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#شيخه
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(Steve Wheat “Mend Your Broken Bow and Aim It at the Sky””
in Radon Journal  10)

                                                          Stop staring, tapping, cooing at dark
                                                                          shadows in the wind,
                                                                  confused by dual motion
                                                                                of the scudding clouds:
                                                  linear, from East to West,
                                                           and swirling in internal chaos,
                                                                               forming faces,
                                                                      grimacing in grim foreboding.

          Stop stumbling, tripped up in corridors
by shadows of discarded fears.
                                       Look where you’re going,
                         not where you might go;
                                                            mere possibilities line up
                                                                             and mock your hopes,
                                                   deride your dreams,
                                          and feed your foolish fears.

(Steve Wheat “Mend Your Broken Bow and Aim It at the Sky”” in Radon Journal 10) Stop staring, tapping, cooing at dark shadows in the wind, confused by dual motion of the scudding clouds: linear, from East to West, and swirling in internal chaos, forming faces, grimacing in grim foreboding. Stop stumbling, tripped up in corridors by shadows of discarded fears. Look where you’re going, not where you might go; mere possibilities line up and mock your hopes, deride your dreams, and feed your foolish fears.

"Climatic".

from a sequence "To Be Continued"; each starts with the last line of another poet's poem.

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #stevewheat #radonjournal
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Luminous moon glows
in the tranquil hush
a poetic quill expresses
the lingering warmth,
harmonious piano hums
daydreaming petals nod
to the nostalgic sounds,
a precious love unfurls
in these spellbinding moments

#vss365 #inkmine #solseed #BSPP51 #emoetry #poetry #poem #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

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