I know rhymed haiku
is something one shouldn't do,
but please do not sue.

#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry #TinyPoems #SmallPoems #Poets #Prompts #Prompt #WritingPrompt #Poem #AmWriting #MicroPoetry #Writing #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #Rhyme #Law #Lawsuit #Lawyers #VerseThurday

“If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.”

Is the William Blake I’m thinking of every time the current fuckery going down in DC appears in my feed, but here’s some more from that same one (all killer imo)

“…The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.
#VerseThurday

. . . dear God
of swallowed moths & grief, dear God of irony; on every city block
still-alive chalk lines begin to move & take to the streets. in every road,
dirt-dusted dead mothers hold their arms out & smile. jumping
out of every car, sons & daughters run into their arms like hurricanes.

Mirage by Kevin Latimer

https://www.flypaperlit.com/poetry/mirage-by-kevin-latimer

#TodaysPoem #VerseThurday #Poetry #Poem #KevinLatimer

#VerseThurday

I don't remember that warm comfort, that joy, that easy silence of togetherness.

I don't remember the lingering smell of sandalwood and bergamot, the crushing need, and the feeling of being fat full.

I don't remember the sharp feeling of being needed and wanted, connected and entwined, enveloped, close.

I don't remember how the time passed and how I got lost in winter's grey.

And yet I'm here, completely.

Fed full from
book fed tributaries
in carved
snaking
twisting ways

A rising tide dries the stream
how odd
I think
to drown and die of thirst
on hot, dry days

#VerseThurday

In the Morning, Before Anything Bad Happens by Molly Brodak

The sky is open
all the way.

Workers upright on the line
like spokes.

I know there is a river somewhere,
lit, fragrant, golden mist, all that,

whose irrepressible birds
can’t believe their luck this morning
and every morning.

I let them riot
in my mind a few minutes more
before the news comes.

#TodaysPoem #VerseThurday #Poetry #Poem

50 WAYS TO LEAVE YOUR TWITTER

You just pin your last tweet, Pete,
Request your archive, Clive,
You don’t need a blue tick, Vic,
Just get yourself free.

Hop on the tusk, Gus,
You don’t need to delete much,
Except your DMs, Jen,
And get yourself free.

Use Debirdify, Di,
Provide some alt tags, Mags,
Add a content warning, Tim,
To post sensitively.

Remember to boost, Ruth
You don't need to deny truth,
Just drop off the perch, Dirk,
And get yourself free.
#VerseThurday #TwitterMigration #FediTips

Ooh ooh. Almost forgot...
#VerseThurday #Poetry

Ooh ooh. Almost forgot...
#VerseThurday #Poetry

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for #VerseThurday here's a lil bit of Tom Snarky's Sonaten https://anviltonguebooks.blogspot.com/2021/09/selected-works-tom-snarsky.html

Cool! It’s #VerseThurday

So here’s an old one of mine.
SILENCE

A single tear
white and crystalline
clings to the surface
making blue cold
still
a forest of alabaster
stands silent
almost unmoving
as air whispers dance
speaking of tales
of dead adventurers
from distant lands
stuck in time
compass frozen
before scurrying on
who will sing
a song for them now
the great polar spirit
cries alone
before leaping after
its bearded flesh

Cool! It’s #VerseThurday

So here’s an old one of mine.
SILENCE

A single tear
white and crystalline
clings to the surface
making blue cold
still
a forest of alabaster
stands silent
almost unmoving
as air whispers dance
speaking of tales
of dead adventurers
from distant lands
stuck in time
compass frozen
before scurrying on
who will sing
a song for them now
the great polar spirit
cries alone
before leaping after
its bearded flesh

She hunts the summer flowers
and the honeybees even scatter
they are not the ones who need to be saved
but a blue mason bee, tiny
stingless,
helpless
in the unrepentant jaws of the mudwasp
an indigo dinner now
to a new generation of unwanted
who reach for food now to later
sing their own hunt songs in a future summer
rest unbothered on petals
sharp toothed and bestingered in their power

The honeybees have never needed saving
I know this
and she knows this
with the mason bee in her grasp

We sit together in the bruised shade
behind the scent of rain
We both like the taste of meat
know death from the side of life
one petal of a dahlia dripping dew like reflected blood
sweet

The honeybees do not know they have been saved
over and over and
over
by hands like mine or
that the next misplaced sting
might send me to sit by the mason bee's side

The mudwasp does not know what fair is
she only knows the drowsy summer world in front of her
does not see in any facet of her eyes
that there was one blue mason bee in a garden of dinner
just that it was the bluest
and slowest

The mason bee
entranced by the dew on the petals
the dark scent of oregano
saw nothing until it was too late to see
If I was small and careful
I would see my reflection in the shine of the mudwasp's black body
the mason bee's still wing
and never know the taste of honey

#VerseThurday #poetry

Did you ever see your granny making water,

Down by the old mill stream,

She's been p***ing for an hour and a quarter,

And you canny see her erse for steam.

(Credit to Auld Betty AKA Karen Dunbar) 😊
#VerseThurday

Is #VerseThurday still a thing on here?

Tanka for a Mastodon:

stockiest, scraping
at the edge of the forest
where the birds twitter
what can shaggy eyes see there
for the wood for the trees there?

#writingcommunity
#poetrycommunity
#poetry
#writing

#VerseThurday

She saw it all clearly for the first time. Her own mask had come off.

She saw those whom she called friends, the grasping social climbing, the barely contained hatred for each other. The lies laid bare.

She saw the waste her life had become, so many opportunities lost, so much time wasted.

Wow, she exclaimed,

Sobriety sucks!!!

Obsidian dreams of colors.
That stretch out like skeletal fingers.
Until the sun electrified the air.
Then hue, took over
Spreading desire. Crimson roses.
Fallen stars into the sea of shamrock hills.

#poem #poetry #VerseThurday

"Prayer for Werewolves" by Stephanie Burt

Someone will probably love you for who you are.
   If not, you’ll still find friends,
friends who, given time, or given warning,
   will probably gather around you, hold your hands,
and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence
   inside your body ends....

A poet friend shared this poem, this #VerseThurday is also his birthday, and this first part of it made me feel like this is exactly what I need, all through every November and all the way up to my own birthday next month.

https://radiantfracture.dreamwidth.org/188365.html

looking up. seeing all the people
looking down.
cell phones screens glistening
among the waiting passengers.
what world's have you made?
or distraction did you assemble?
I'm not sad, just feeling disconnected.
so I'll look down again and write.
a little world, that someone
might visit and read.

#VerseThurday #grey #poem