These days
"I DON'T CARE"
as your selfish response
to social injustice
will get you cheers
from the ME FIRST crowd
but best beware
if fate ever chooses to flip
your current privileged status
you and your dickhead crew
will be on the receiving end
of good old fashioned
Karma payback
@poetry The poem I posted this morning is different from every other poem on my website. There is no meaning behind this poem. The only purpose to is throw various images into the readers mind. Yes, there many be meaning behind some of those select images, but there is not a single coherent meaning.
…Man sall tak wings;
And, as a bird, flee owre the wa’ o’ the world
To bigg his nest in the braid breast
O’ Cassiopeia
Or whaur the galaxy hings like a watergaw
Lippen on nae sin…
—William Soutar, “Apotheosis”
published in A KIST O SKINKLAN THINGS (ASL, 2016)
2/2
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/a-kist-o-skinlan-things/
It only hurts when I sleep
when the circuit breaker safeguards
I constructed so meticulously
are switched off involuntarily
and the deeply suppressed
subconscious monster within me
becomes released temporarily
These are only harmless #nightmares technically
but what makes the cycle all so frightening
is the disturbing fear
What if the safeguards someday break
and fail to reactivate when I awaken?
Laid-back in orbit, they found their minds.
They found their minds were very clean and clear.
Clear crystals in swarms outside were their fireflies and larks.
Larks they were in lift-off, swallows in soaring…
—Edwin Morgan, “A Home in Space”
published in CENTENARY SELECTED POEMS (Carcanet, 2020)
Yuri Gagarin completed a single orbit of the Earth #OTD, 12 April, 1961. Today is the #InternationalDayOfHumanSpaceFlight
1/2
https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781784109967/centenary-selected-poems/
Lethe
The sky is silent,
cold, and the wind, no more, bears
flames, from my sunset;
will I forget this pain, when
I dissolve to dust, again?
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
Stellate Osprey Winds Between Hidden Requisition Tags
https://subspacewagon.systems/stellate-osprey-winds-between-hidden-requisition-tags/
Happy Saturday! I wrote this fun poem after listening to an audiobook and hearing a word that sounded wrong to my ear. There are so many obsolete words in the English language, so I’ve added a dictionary at the end.
Not so much reflecting the uplift of the Passover, but a poem for these troubled days.
Where do you go to?
Every time I reach for you,
you are never there
I suspect you hide away,
so I can’t depend on you
Perfectly compact
Big eyes pointy ears Whiskers
Kittens steal your heart
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poem #shortpoem #writing
Prompt - Kittens
Early spring morning
Warm sun soft breeze birds singing
This is perfect
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poem #shortpoem #writing
Prompt - Soft Breeze
WhaleTimeLines
Blogpost: https://blog.illestpreacha.com/napowrimogenmo2025timeline
#NaPoWriMo #NaPoGenMo #packetgraphs #creativewriting
For the 6th poem of NaPoWriMo/GenMo 2025, I decided to use Packet Graphs(Via #MermaidJS) as a way to construct the poems
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title: "WhaleTimeLines"
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packet-beta
0-15: "Reading Beyond the Lines"
16-31: "Sandwiched between the times"
32-40: "Covering the oceans floor"
41-50: "rippling through the waves"
51-95: "The oceans waves that pour"
96-108: "The waves as its flows through the core"
109-117: "Adds up more and more"
118-133: "As the whales they swim"
134-145: "Swim along the edges of their fins"
146-172: "ushering in the newer phase"
173-215: "phase into the pace"
216-255: "increments seen in the place"
© KOJI ARAKI Art Works
Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe
：）
#Adobe #Fresco #AdobeFresco #poem #original
#koji #araki #art #works #KojiArakiArtWorks
#kojiarakiartworks.com
Spells Of Psychic Dreams
Wind is the language of hope and despair
which is why I do not understand a word,
so I stand in the wind outside my house
and watch strangers drive their cars somewhere else
while I become
https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/spells-of-psychic-dreams.html
April is National Poetry Month in the US and – seeing as it might be the last one – I’m celebrating by sharing recently-released recordings of poems from my collection Noisesome Ghosts made by Graham Farram.
[184] “A Ghost of the Stage Door, Canberra Theatre Centre” (2071-)
Graham’s reading:
https://youtu.be/FVO8fF0lj_o
Image: A basement backstage corridor at the Canberra Theatre with the Theatre’s (orange) Stage Door visible at the landing in the background. A speaking and writing ghost is expected to haunt this location from 2071 onwards.
