flashback to the beginning of the year:

New Lies of Patrimony Gloves
https://subspacewagon.systems/new-lies-of-patrimony-gloves/

The Accrued Mornings
https://subspacewagon.systems/the-accrued-mornings/

Alterpiece Coins in Loving Doubt and Regret
https://subspacewagon.systems/alterpiece-coins-in-loving-doubt-and-regret/

[[(and don't forget)
70%
https://www.tilley.blog/category/70/
https://subspacewagon.systems/category/70/]]

@poetry @poets @writers @writingcommunity @writing

He moves the way light moves: now sudden,
racing up a field as sun clears cloud…

—Sheenagh Pugh, “Him Again”
Published in A Little Touch of Cliff in the Evening: New Writing Scotland 30 (ASL, 2012)

Splatter Poetry: Cosmic Breach

https://stgreenie.blogspot.com/2025/05/cosmic-breach.html?spref=tw

Telescopic Truth

https://stgreenie.wordpress.com/2025/09/06/telescopic-truth

The performative bastards
with their iron boot
currently crushing
Lady Justice's throat
prance about and boast
as they march
in fascist lockstep
while dismissing
the tepid legalities
of prior laws
they so brazenly piss on

We bide time patiently
waiting for our pay back #chance
when the wheel of consequence
will turn and crush their arrogance

Karma always takes care
of her sis Miss Justice

"I wasn’t given a name at first—
only a number.
And even that,
they forgot to write down.

... They told us we were lucky—
a roof, a uniform, silence."

Read "Jelena's Book", a new #poem that takes place in the Jasenovac Concentration Camp. By Milanka Sulejic. #ww2

https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/poems/jelenas-book

Two of four books of poetry available freely on Internet Archive.

In The Winds Of The August Maladroit Parvenu
https://archive.org/details/in-the-winds-of-the-august-maladroit-parvenu-by-richard-j-tilley

Carnival Rations And Other Poems
https://archive.org/details/carnival-rations-and-other-poems-by-richard-j-tilley_202506

https://archive.org/details/@rtilley4
https://www.richard.tilley.directory/

@poetry @poets @writing @writers @writingcommunity

Nature's fresh bounty
Apples hanging from the tree
Crispy crimson fruit.

#dailyhaikuprompt - crimson
#haiku
#poem

Re-post: Friendship ~ A #poem

2025 Gosh, I can't even remember whom I wrote this about. So sad 2016 I wrote this poem in June 1993 and was thinking about a friend whom I have no contact with anymore. Sometimes we have to let friends go no matter how great the friendship was. Today I dedicate this poem to all friends who have left us or whom we have left

http://the-bee-writes.com/2025/09/06/friendship/

#poetry #slam is a competition
Each #poet has 3 up to 3 minutes for each round to read a #poem they wrote. (bring 3 #poems if you intend to compete)

poets are given marks out of 10 from selected members of the audience

Making it a competition help connect poet and audience

Watch or take part for free on sun Sept 7th 19:30 @AT Rising sun #arts centre RG1 2ST

The Haberdashery of Haiku: #1576 (#249): http://thehaberdasheryofhaikus.blogspot.com/2025/09/1576-249.html #poem #365haikuaday #haiku

autumn’s wooded vines
and leaves of descending light
hold the seeds of spring

https://www.expositionist.net/daily-haiku/2025/9/5/haiku-159

This wasn't what she wanted

Having her name dragged
through the scandal grinder
of social and print media

Asked her attorney
if she could sue
the author of the hit #article
for libel

The lawyer advised
this would not be
a smart thing to do
cause every single word was true

Hidden Chambers

You released the thread
when I was yet lost, fighting
to slay the darkness;
I must search the Labyrinth –
but you misname it "Naxos".

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

One day I went to the zoo
For I wanted to see the old gnu
But the old gnu was dead
And the new gnu, they said,
Was too new a new gnu to view.

Torn Souls

Where to find beauty
in a wound that bleeds the fire
of unhealed ages.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Here in the realm
of the Predetermined Outcome
our Glorious Flock of Ostriches
rejects all negativity
that infringes
on their tightly protected
alternate reality

News that refuses to fit
the preferred narrative
goes deep into the hole
along with their perpetually
buried heads

Splatter Poetry: Pop Goes the Deceivers

https://stgreenie.blogspot.com/2025/05/pop-goes-deceivers.html?spref=tw

Taking Out the Garbage

https://stgreenie.wordpress.com/2025/09/05/taking-out-the-garbage

Riddle-Poem 9/4/2025

Beyond familiar quadrants’ borders
Complying with a captain’s orders
Who severed me from the hive mind,
I leave the life I knew behind
While clinging yet to cold perfection.
And though I practice introspection
More deeply now than when I came...
My designation's still my name.