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Most people misunderstand authority.
It isn’t taken.
It isn’t demanded.
It’s granted through consent.
A reflection from my conversation with @mzkim.vip
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word problems had a dream that you killed me. which is common for a woman of a certain age. all ages. strange we are called bad at math. it's not prophecy. we're no witches. just arithmetic. how we calculate what we carry each day loving so many things that might destroy us.
For this week's #PoemsAbout, I'm thinking about #consent as risk calculation.
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Red box with black shading and words of a poem in white: bombs I’m sorry we can’t hear your voices over the sound of the bombs – louder than a hundred thousand wolves baying at the blood moon than the volcano eruption-roar of release than the ferocious unappeasable anger of Zeus – the bombs scream scream and hurtle towards their target unerring – they do not ask consent for where they land for when they shatter the world
A day late with my response to the #PoemsAbout #Consent prompt (am involved in local elections happening on Sunday so I have a good excuse!). Can't wait to read the other responses, happy weekend poets! 💜
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A thought #PoemsAbout #consent
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Consent
one of those small murmured words
light as a leaf in the wind
with as little weight as a falling feather
a theory
something we have to give or withhold
in theory
in reality
a little weightless thing
the powerful simply take.
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#EVERYTHING #CLOVE #CONSENT
Sì! I consent, to the scent
Of the clove on the stove;
Penne aglio e olio
by turgescent lips rent;
Its allium accent recrudescent
upon our breaths in each kiss.
In my consent, everything is meant.
Salsiccia, toum, cloves-
stakes.
Gwisges I yr flodau'r haf A'r adar a yr gwenyn y gwanwyn A gwisges I yr dail'r hydref A rhew'r gaeaf, feudal ac yn wyn Daeth y tymhorau yn ffrog I mi Dw i'n eu gwisgo bob blwyddyn Ond bob blwyddyn eu lliwiau'n pylu Ac wedi torri'n fwy nag o'r blaen Mae fy nillad yn wedi rhwygo Heb I mi roi caniatad o gwbl I wore the flowers of the summer And the birds and bees of the spring I wore the leaves of the autumn And the winter's frost so soft and white The seasons became a dress for me I wear them every year But every year their colours fade And are more broken than before My clothes are torn without my consent
My offering to #PoemsAbout #consent
Is a particularly nerve wracking piece for me. It's the first time I have shared a piece written in Welsh.
My grammar is atrocious...
But I hope to one day improve.
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For this week's #PoemsAbout #consent I found myself thinking about whose running things.
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Beulah A mother gathers white yarrow. The roadside sings with passing semis. Her skirt longs after them, sighs when left behind. She picks the tallest stems, the ones not tangled in vines. Her child tugs at her skirt. I’m hungry. I really am. The yarrow nod their heads. She picks the ones whirled with vines. No you're not. She picks the yarrow because as a girl she picked yarrow and the vines hold around some stems the way a boy once wrapped his hands around her neck, his mouth pressing hard, green cloved leaves, but that was when she was a child, knew nothing about resistance and the kissing like clucking a pony, urging, and the boy, insistent, a hungry child, I really am, and she rose from the ground, dirt and leaves pressed to the backs of her thighs, her neck hot, not tangled in vines.
Warching A Woman of Substance Whilst Homing a Rescue Cat : And all the buttons spilled, splashed undones curling across marble, counters of life's choices escape below the chaise where only tabby sees in a catnip of claw, her exit barred. Consent not exactly on the horizon. Sarah O'Grady
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On the hoof:
the love of a king shows in the people
overworked trust destroys his
temple
a true ruler cares for every heart
the devotee, from silence, is first heard
#PoemsAbout #Consent and #emoetry
Trusted boy
trusted friends
trusted world,
in a blink
my words
didn’t matter-
only bodies
smothering,
bodies taking,
bodies robbing;
Trusted boy
trusted friends
trusted God,
no one came,
just hot breath,
spit,
and the end
of childhood
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So much water with nowhere to go, riled up and crashing into itself, end less ache to rush across the sand, to howl east with the wind as far as it will blow. I'm tired of waiting too—slip out from behind glass and let wind lap me up, yes I say yes take me wherever you go.
Trying something a little different for #PoemsAbout #consent — that's what it's all about, right? Inspired by the very windy day we are having and that James Joyce book I never finished...
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FYI: Spain fines Yoti €950,000 over biometric data and consent failures #GDPR #BiometricData #DataPrivacy #Consent #DataProtection
FYI: Spain fines Yoti €950,000 over biometric data and consent failures #GDPR #BiometricData #DataPrivacy #Consent #DataProtection
the soft unguarding
the shoulders coming back
the mouth becoming its own idea
again
willingly
warmly
without translation
the shape of yes
arriving in the body
all at once
after the match is agreed upon
willingly
warmly
without translation
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NORTH COAST 500 by Clare O'Brien “Scotland’s ultimate road trip…stunning coastal scenery, white sandy beaches, rugged mountains, remote fishing villages, hidden gems, and a wealth of unforgettable experiences.” Released from clockwork time and tide, they come to play. To race on thunderwheels, to bag the mountains, take the trophies home, to pin the light on Instagram. None of that is real. They think they make the most of us, our big wild skies, unfathomable lives. Complete the circle, log the time they spent, count the cash they didn’t. When the weather closes in they will return us to ourselves, a tattered library book. The land they borrowed licks its wounds and weeps. In spring they will come back.
For #poemsabout : this was in Scots litmag 'Northwords Now' last year. Sparked by how the land, the wildlife, the people of the #scottishhighlands feel about increasing over-tourism. Do we give #consent?
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consent
has the scent
of a con
Poem: So, Here We Are Consent is blue cornflowers dancing to summer’s beat, it’s themes and variations where minor movements end in major chords, it’s a round number, a balance of equals, not a powerful man and a helpless child, nor laundered money and hidden books. Consent is given not taken; it doesn’t require deflection, it doesn’t need a war, it’s a meadow waking in spring not a bombsite of winter’s despair.
Good morning! Here's my poem for #PoemsAbout #Consent
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Had a go at this! Cheers everyone!😄☀️
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Age of Consent Coercion is not consent. Old enough-Age of consent? Not even close? Get away from that child, with your Sinister, evil, lecherous grin. Emulating Epstien —is that the plan? Not gonna happen. Don't be distracted. Justice will be served. The fires of hell await you, just you wait and see.
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I went in a different direction with this one…
A poem written and Copyright (c) 2026 by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved. the chair across the table waits morning light on scratched wood coffee cooling untouched small offers placed between us a decent morning one message answered a walk outside no consent given the room holds still the chair pulls closer
Here's my offering for #PoemsAbout with a prompt of #consent.
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We are drawn together blissfully. Like moths to a flame. Mutual consent given willingly. Willingly faithful like super glue. The opposite of a sticky note. Nothing less will do.
I give consent. I give myself. I know the risk. Risking heartbreak. Heartbreak and love. In equal parts. I give consent. So willingly. Willingly give my heart and soul. Without regret, I give consent.
Consent Rock pool pimple turned light sieve. Rough side - half a butterfly wing, but also a mountain range in shaded relief, each crease a mighty peak. Smooth side – a bob sled track in miniature. On closer inspection, estuary of pearlescent ripples. Discarded husk. A lesson. Hard to protect yourself but admit as well what is needed and desired.
The brittle side of a sea shell.
The inner side of a sea shell, with a pearlescent shine and perforated with small holes.
Good morning and many thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk for this week's #PoemsAbout prompt #Consent. I've decided to experiment with a first attempt at a tanka poem for my response: hope the form works. Looking forward to reading to other responses from the #PoetryCommunity
