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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

#AmpersandAfterDark #poetry #blueskypoet @madp03t.bsky.social Something true must sound like a lie. I will leave it up to you as to which side, or neither, or both, are being honest Here is a #poem...

Leaving

When I tell you that I don't care
You absent mindedly touch your hair

When I tell you that I am done
You open the box of doughnuts and take one

When I say that I have had enough
You give an ornamental pillow a fluff

When I stand and turn to go
You begin to look up very slow

When I take that first loud stride
You finally put the doughnut aside

When I say that it's too late
You toss your hands and rage 'thats just great'

When I simply just don't turn back
Your voice raises in a panicked attack

When I open the front door
You sob breathlessly on the floor

When I leave because we're through
You cough out 'but I love you'

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

#vss365 #stormy #poetry #blueskypoets This started because I wanted to write "screaming and snapping" and "charcoal teeth" then I got twisty and evil and I wrote it in a hateful hiss. It was pretty fun, I won't lie to you! Here is a #poem..

Charcoal

Rage bait eyes
Screaming and snapping
With charcoal teeth
Skin flap lacerations
Between the bone
Of chin and nose
A storm of nonsense
Rallied in melodramatic
Clouds
The dawn claws at
The purple perimeter
But the dark sour notes
Still look for diva solos
In the chaos choir
Sickened sickle smile
Taking aim at anything
Not supporting the notion
Of entitled self enamoured
Edification

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

#AmpersandAfterDark #poetry #blueskypoet @madp03t.bsky.social 'Three knocks past midnight' Just wanted to play around in the #prompt a little. It's a little moody, maybe a little spooky and I enjoyed writing it. Here is a #poem..

Three

The clock ticks like a hammer
The quiet around it amplifies
The hour

knock

My mother cried over two
Knowing the rule was three
Her sobs between small seconds

KNock

The clock hammers like a gunshot
The regret around it antagonizes
My dour

The air holds gravity
The gravity holds me
And the minutes weep

Knowing these things come
In threes

KNOCK

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

#resist #ICEout #fuckICE #fuckTrump #poetry #resistancepoet #amwriting If we saw the response at the Kennedy center at every ICE facility? How many people won't even vote? I know it's not everyone, so, if it offends you, maybe ask why. I don't know if this is a #poem... 📷: mine

Rationalize Nation

You can hold hands
Thousands strong
To protect the rights
Of a building.
Why do you disappear
When the monument
Is a family?
Why do you mobilize for
Imported marble
But not immigrant parents?
Where are you when the
Enemy is not at the gates
But freely using them?

Make your excuses..
Make it ok to you..
I would do more but..
I gave a supportive post..
I follow a protest influencer..
That's pretty good, right?
Hey! At least I tried.
That's more than most!
Schedule your opposition
Looking for comfortable
Confrontations
While the system is leaving
Pacifiers abandoned in parking lots.

Left in the parking lot of an ICE check in facility

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

#haiku #poetry #blueskypoets #Alzheimers It's my Dad's 76th birthday He has very few moments of his old self, but the smile when he blows out the candle on his cream donut is all him! Here is a #haiku

9/17

Today's Dad's birthday
He doesn't remember it is
He still smiles and sings

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

#AmpersandAfterDark #poetry #blueskypoet @madp03t.bsky.social A consequence must outlast its cause I am hoping to get some time to really dig into some of these again later. I very much like the idea of this one, but I think the ending is a little off. I wrote it though, and that counts.

Foundation

I was laid a foundation
Of tendon and bone
A cage under a tarp
Of muscle and skin
The sum of my parts
Some of my parts
Are tired, worked past their
Warranty, held in contempt
Of youth and less time
I do not have the luxury
Of picking
Or choosing
I only have what I have been given
And I have abused what I had
It's enough to carry
Me and my ideals
Share the remaining strength
In the bones, the snap of the muscle
Sometimes still aware of the sun
On my skin.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

#emoetry #unconvinced #poetry #blueskypoet Short and sweet, but I had a minute and I wanted to work this #prompt. It may be more later but for now Here is a #poem...

Moment

The quality of my love
Is not held
Against the quantity
Of your suspicion
The reason behind my love
Remains unconvinced
Of your uncertainty
I do not hold this love
With expectations of a return
Only with an idea of a moment
Where we could cross ourselves
Over ourselves, and move away
Changed.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

Cops gonna cop. 4 arrests. Funny how the counter protesters got off scott free.

Police in Atlantic City arrest protest organizer and others for exercising their free speech rights on a public sidewalk

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

#emoetry #tearful #poetry #blueskypoets Keeping it simple, but I think it works. Here is a #poem..

Tear

Tearful moments
Minutes of joy
Minutes of pain
Funny how they look the same

Universal tears
Same look
Same taste
Confusing
Without the heart's
Translation

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

#AmpersandAfterDark #poetry #blueskypoets @madp03t.bsky.social Footsteps through fresh paint This was originally much longer, but I read it and realized it was just full of lines that felt unnecessary or redundant. I cut them out and ended here. Am I allowed to say I like it? Here is a #poem...

Footsteps Through Fresh Paint

Diminishing returns
A figure fading in the fog
Shadow casting shadows
I followed you
Through the parts I knew
The rest hidden
By distance and
Your need to be apart
I had a path,
To walk where you walked
To catch you when you slowed
To rest, or reflect
But you never did
And the way you went
Became less clear
As the parts of you I knew
Were exhausted

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

#PoetsofDoom #Autumnal #poetry #blueskypoets @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social This poem and I stubbornly looked at each other for a day or two. Today we met in the middle. I love Autumn, but there is always that one guy.

Red

You went right to red.
You skipped all the steps.
The evening air now falls crisp.
The afternoon sun still warms.
In your rush to get ahead,
You ignored all the norms.

Sometimes the beauty is
the process, not the product.

Simple truth, but a truth, that you forgot.
As you realized, in the evening, your sun was not that hot.

You dove hard, straight to the end,
Right to red,
A simple breeze, from ending you on the ground.
So important, You skipped all the steps,
Except for turning brown.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

#poetry #blueskypoets #noprompt This is the only work, I feel is finished to post today. I think the tone really kind of sums up my week. Especially the end. I would read this one but I still dunno how that works lol Here is a #poem...

Messiah Complex

I always try to save it all,
My halo gold and round.
I thought I could walk on water
And I nearly drowned.
I have to try and save it all,
A type of delusion, all the trying.
Hoping to catch angels as they fall,
God is probably sighing.
Nominated by no one
But an inflated sense of me.
The bush isn't the only thing
That's burning here I see.
I waited three days, and summoned,
The will and strength to rise,
Managed to move the rock
With bruises on my thighs.
White knuckle hands grasp and shake,
I can't seem to get them open,
Too afraid to let go, sick with all the hoping.
Make it worth something.
Look at me, I am here.
I am good, I am something, look.
Adept at a morality taken from a book.
Written by who? Written why and when?
Just give me a minute...
I'll catch my breath... then
I'll try again.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

I got a #poem done!! But it matches none of the #prompts so you will all never see it!! Muahhahhahhaha Take this terrible warm up #haiku instead.

Not good haiku

Five syllables to make a point
Seven to drive it home
I can't really count, leave my haiku alone

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

#poemsabout #sheddingskins #poetry #blueskypoets @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk The idea is a little cliche, but attachments to old lives is a topic bouncing around my frontal lobes these days.

Hangers and Locks

A closet full of skins
Holds a footlocker
Full of more.

Each a color, a size, a shape
I won't ever wear again
But never took off

A collection of starched fabrics
Hats of different names
And my name in different shapes.

A closet full of skins
And the footlocker
Of a fool for more

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

#poetry #blueskypoets This worked its way away from all the #prompt stuff, but I was trying for two. At least I wrote something. It needs a little more work, but anymore and I won't like it enough to post it. Here is a #poem...

Still

The day I saw my first dead body...
Just dead, dead,
Not burned, or shot, or half missing from
A bomb made of a soda bottle and nails...
The day I saw it, I wasn't scared.
I wasn't sad, or weirded out. Not at first, not until the body was gone.
I was peaceful. I just...looked at it.
He was just laying there.
In a bed.
He was different, but I didn't quite know
How.
Maybe the little movements,
The ones we don't even know we make.
They were missing.
He was just a little too still.
He looked the same.
His eyes were closed. I wouldn't figure out until around two bodies later that
That was the big change.
The eyes. His were closed though, and There was a familiar blanket.
The room was the same as always.
Just a little too still.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

#promptcombo #morning Sorry, pre coffee me probably shouldn't write sad poetry. It's messy and overly choppy, but that is probably how I wake up. 🙂 So this is 7:45am. I would say I am already exhausted, but it is probably 'still' I am still exhausted. Here is an uncaffeinated #poem...

Mourning morning

Yawn. Stretch. Click.
Swipe. Swipe.
Been awake for 10 mins
And the world is worse.
Then it was yesterday:
AI war from a man
With real weapons.
Cheek swap madness
To prove people are people.
The food is poison.
The ocean is boiling.
An hour to eat
And shower.
Burn high priced
Gas to go stand under a tree,
Hope to help,
Come home crying,
Like the people left behind
Deported for a color.
Preached from a gospel,
Steeped in hate.
Well meaning smile,
Tomorrow's a new day.
A polite nod,
It will start the same way.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

#vss365 #broom #emoetry #pessimistic I am dealing a lot with seeing the worst in people I once saw the best of. People I stood with in joy and trauma and called family. I am a Veteran and my voice carries the same weight as theirs. I must learn to be louder. @commondefense.bsky.social

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

#AugustAnarchy #poetry I couldn't make it fit. I tried editing it to fit the character limit but it was 30% less snarky. Here is a #poem...

Ameri-can't Gothic

This is just the happiest
We have ever been
I don't think it would be possible
To be this happy again
Hobby Lobby has a new
Wood sign, that In cursive says
'He is the way'
Could be Jesus,
Could be Star Wars,
Either's fine as long as he ain't gay
We put it in the kitchen and
Dang it we are giddy
Even though we saw a homeless
it was worth the trip to the city.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

#AmpersandAfterDark #poetry #blueskypoets @madp03t.bsky.social The last booth by the window It's not very poem-y but I had to go old school pulp noir with this #prompt. It was a moral imperative. So I did. Here is a (squint and it counts) #poem...

Magnesium

There was a shiver in your walk
Rain dripping off your hair
In an uneven tempo
Left to right, with a little
Shake

You didn't stand long enough
For it to puddle so it just..
Dripped.
Your blouse drier than your coat,
But not dry by any other metric.

You held out your hand with
A tremor, to match the shiver.
You were wearing it like an accessory,
And you met my gaze.

God! Your eyes burned with rage
And exhaustion.. and something else
That I would classify as lust, but only after..and I wouldn't be right then either.

I motioned for you to sit, wishing I had
More to offer you than a diner booth in
The greasiest of spoons.
'Meet people where they are' you always said, and this was where I always was...
The last booth by the window.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

#vss365 #poster #emoetry #lost #poetry #blueskypoets This is another rework of an older posted poem titled 'Boards' I gave it a fresh eye rework, and a new title seemed more appropriate. It's about my favorite second hand bookstore that closed in Philadelphia. The Nook. Here is a #poem...

Old technology

Plywood covers windows.
Posters and flyers cover
Plywood, covering windows.
Still a home for words,
Just less curated.

In my head, the rows
Are still alphabetical,
Lit with incandescent warm tones,
And a solid apple air freshener:
Old technology.

The end displays are
Favorite books, and
Notable offerings,
asymmetrically stacked
On donated nightstands.

I admit to spending more hours
Than, money, hoping and wishing,
Between Heaney,
And Hughes.
In warm incandescent tones.

Under boards covered in flyers,
Bulbs of old technology,
I never saw as old,
Until they were memory.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

#PoetsofDoom @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social I did create the playlist to get the result, and I left the artist names because it felt kinda disrespectful to clip them out 😀. I hope this worked, super cool idea.

A poem made from blacked out song titles
Pale

Pacing around the
City,

Government
Revolutions

We fall
I'll fall with you

Watch me
I don't care

Flesh
Pain

A little death
That death cannot touch
This mirror weighs a ton

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

#PromptCombo #Era#poetr I spend a lot of time looking back and organizing my life into eras or categories. I forget that each one has a transition. Here is a #poem...

5 past free

5 minutes past the pupa,
But before the blood filled my wings
To fly,
I held onto the stem
Unsure of the wind, but
Knowing I couldn't
Stay.

5 minutes before I knew
How the wings could lift me,
And I forgot how far the ground
Was,
I stared back
At the parts of me
Still stuck there.

5 minutes ago,
Before my wings were full,
And my cocoon was empty,
There was a version of me,
Who knew he couldn't stay
But tried anyway.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

#AmpersandAfterDark #poetry #blueskypoets Every house has a sound @madp03t.bsky.social The original I wrote in Mar 2025. My house was built in 1867. It has its own personality for sure. Not really haunted, but its own self. It is interesting to see my voice now vs then. Here are some #poems...

Lullaby

Creaky stairs with worn footprints
A century of use, marking time and travel

New paint on old walls that whisper
In the wind.

Horse hair and plaster, a hard drive of life and emotions. Storing songs and conversations over the decades.

Played back in a heavy quiet, at the back of the ear. The idea of words, if not the sounds

A still house in the dark, that is never silent.

Lullaby 2.0

The stairs sing a song,
In creaks and groans.
A century of travel,
Marking a path from
Top to bottom, in well worn
Grooves.

New paint and pictures,
On old walls that
whistle in the wind.
Horse hair and plaster,
Saving emotions,
Storing conversations and memories.

A shelter for heavy
Moments, as the home
Sighs, and tells its story,
With a voice of its own.
Taps, and cracks, dings and
Whispers of breath in vents,
Windows, and door frames.

A house that,
No matter how still,
Is never silent.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

#Emoetry #fascinated #poetry #blueskypoets This is just silly and fast because I needed some popcorn poetry. Here is a #poem..

Run On

It's fascinating,
I meanz
I am fascinated,
Because
It's just so
crazy to me,
But I can't stop,
Being almost
Impressed
At how
Improbable,
It is that this
Is the thing,
That is
The thing,
That happened,
And is still happening,
And that is weird,
But kinda cool,
So it really
Fascinates me
That this could even
Be a thing.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

#vss365 #razor #poetry #blueskypoets I don't have anything clever to put here today so, Here is a #poem... 🙂🙂

Recovery is a snap

The hands have a tremor,
An unmistakable shake,
And one outward scar.
The days of dead fingers
Over, at least from a movement
Perspective.
They still angry bee hum,
Or live under the ocean,
From a feeling point of view.
A functional miracle,
So complaints are ungrateful.
Hair can be combed.
Highs can be fived.
Sketches can be sketched,
Although they take the time
Of finished work, but still the tremor
Shake blends in.
All the needed uses are
Usable, unless snapping fingers
Is useful.
Lucky, improbable and appreciated.
Only still annoying, when
The electric razor dies,
Halfway through the shave.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

#poetry #noprompt #blueskypoet #fuckICE #resist I don't like look at me stuff, but goddammit I was out since 9am this morning, giving info, and support to torn apart families until I was at a rally on city hall steps then I dropped two people home who didn't have rides. Where is everyone? WHERE?

Legal Observer

I do what I can
It's never going to be enough
And it will use me
It will use me up
And I understand

Today all I could do
Was bear witness
And that isn't enough
And that will burn me
It will make me ash
And I understand

Everyday I do what I can
Everyday I fight where I can
And I can't win
And I know
And I understand
But when history speaks of me
When my children speak of me
I hope they understand

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

@madp03t.bsky.social #AmpersandAfterDark #poetry #blueskypoets An empty picnic shelter It's a little heavy handed maybe but I suppose poetry is allowed to be, from time to time. Dial soap and neglected playgrounds. Sharp edged nostalgia this week I guess Here is a #poem...

Bob Myer Park

The wind picks up,
In little teasing gusts,
Over fast enough to,
Just remind you of how hot
It is.
The moaning creak of old metal,
A chain, responds.
Not the sound of the eternal suffering
Of some spectre.
A swing long forgotten,
By children who surely,
Must be grown and gone.
Held up by wood camouflaged to time.
Carved names and old gum.
Weeds and grass,
Winning the fight to reclaim the mulch.
An old table, once a place to rest, observe, eat, now missing half a bench,
A temporary shelter for rabbits
And a neighborhood for wasps.
The wind picks up in teasing little gusts
The creak of the chain reminding you
How quiet it is now, where laughter once
Cascaded, in a place where now only metal mourns.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

#AugustAnarchy #poetry I usually just do these here, in a single pass, but this one needed a little extra. Anyways, great pic, and Here is a #poem....

Well oiled

There's always a target,
And the bullets in a gun.
Which was I?
Well, I certainly was one.
Some days dodging,
Some days sighting in,
Depending on the mission,
And some officer's whim.
Dusty boots in a corner.
Dusty boots in the sand.
Bullet or target,
Always depends on where you stand.
Click click bang!
And it's coming or going.
Which one were you?
There was no way knowing.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

#PoetsOfDoom #poetry #wordsaredumb #blueskypoets Shine on your crazy diamond. I think it's passable, but yeah, that was a lot harder than it looked. Here is a #poem...

The Gate

Your
Faith is
Misplaced as
I have no more
Reason to relate
So I just ignore your
Superstitious entreaty
Heaven's abandoned gate
A stolen empty fate
I'm far too lost to
Understand why
But God cries
Here for
You

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

#vss365 #soap #poetry #blueskypoets I wrote this out and was going to make it more Poemy, in edits, but it lives more honestly this way. Prose counts anyway, I hear. I wonder if he will keep it. I wonder what his bridge will be. Here is a #poem...

The bar, the bridge, the drawer

My son asked 'why the soap?'
With equal parts curiosity
And the youthful disdain for anything older than 5 memes.
I countered with 'why were you in my desk?'
Which he adeptly deflected with a shrug.
It's odd. I know. To keep a bar of Dial soap in my desk. Still in the white wrapper.
I gave a sigh, and contemplated telling him how I carried it through two war zones in a backpack. I thought about telling him how, I have had this bar in every firehouse I ever worked in. How this stupid bar of soap has been an emotional reset for me for just over two decades.
I thought about trying to explain that the world is hard and it takes pieces of you all the time, and how he will fight so hard to feel the joy of his youth when the days get shorter and he will hunt for a bridge to get back there.
Instead I just smiled and took the bar from him and put it back in the drawer.
'The smell reminds me of my Grandfather'

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

#badpoetry #badpoetryday Let me sneak one more in that didn't make it. This one is from Sept 2025. It wasn't terrible it was just trying too hard I think, so I put it in a digital shoe box and hid it behind the spare blankets. Only under the blankets. Only under.

Only under
Everything I love is above
And I am only under

Every smile looks up
And I am only under

You rose to every occasion
And I sank from every elevation

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

#badpoetry #badpoetryday #poetry Here is one that didn't make it from Nov 2025. I have zero idea what the hell I was going for, but I am pretty sure I did not get there. Damn thing is a migraine with poor syntax.

Stood up**dizzy**time and space behind** woke up eyes**seeing skies imagined in***only today**only today***
Today a fellowship with entropy and***words scratched on walls**burnt into existence by ***stood up*falling**moving and seeing**today**only today**a fellowship**words written in margins**holding time**taking space**
God's doodles***creation's story boards** scratched on walls**
Today

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

#BadPoetry #Badpoetryday #blueskypoets Here is a false start, and I have no idea what the hell hill I was trying to climb, or roll down, or die on, or if there even was a hill? I am fairly sure there was a sock

Chopped cherries
Disgruntled berries
And a miss matched sock

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

#wildwalkprompt #carp #vss365 #comb #emoetry #callous Very much in the tone of the punk bands of my youth. Remember kids, it's a fish and a complaint. Here is a #poem.. (It's better if you scream it out loud 😅)

Cyprinus Carpio

One carp
Two carp
Look around
Fuck you carp
The gov'ment
Is fascist
Get up off your
Asses
Carp bone combs
In the class war zones
Callous but they don't care
Run the carp comb through
Your dead hair
Orange carp
Old carp
Gold accented
Turd carp
The gov'ment
Is fascist
Get up off your asses
Complaining is free
So pay with anarchy
The system is broke
So pick a carp and choke
One carp
Two carp
Look around
Fuck you carp

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

@madp03t.bsky.social #AmpersandAfterDark #poetry #blueskypoets #prompt Something must happen off the page I reworked it with a little help from a friend (Thanks Jen) and now I don't hate it. Here is a #poem....

Evidence

The tiniest red spot
Between eggshell tiles.
The tiniest spot.
Between tiles.

The last letter
Of the last word
Of the last story
You ever told.

The spot
Between.
Your last
Words.

Lost.
Between tiles.
your mystery
Your last letter.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

#vss365 #matchbox #poetry #blueskypoet This memory instantly came to mind. The poem, less so 😂 but this is what we have for today Here is a #poem....

Matchbox

There was not much there for a boy
Of seven, in my Great Aunt's house.
Not among a neglected metal desk in the basement, nor next to the olive green washer and dryer, hoses rotted and cracked.

A house that smelled like it looked pachouli and dust,
The crisp cleaning supplies of my grandmother
Never quite escaping the kitchen and bathrooms. The halls surrendering to
Faded lace and cobweb accents

There was not much there for a boy of seven.
Well, maybe one thing,
A small metal car, found in the back of an old dresser drawer. Paint chipped and missing a wheel.
Leaving trails in the dust and heavy abandoned air.

Smart to leave it.
So the house had maybe one thing
when it was time to go back.

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

#haiku #profoundpoetry #noprompt I wrote a haiku This is the haiku I wrote No, not this one. This...

A foolish notion of fairness in a cruel unforgiving world, and an over ripe starfruit.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck fuck deep breath fuck fuck fuck
Fuck fuck fuck fuck this

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 14/08/2026

#emoetry #vibrant #blueskypoets Another poetry 'sketch' There is more to this, but I don't have it yet. Here is a #poem...

Offerings and deep cuts

The deeper the cut, the more vibrant
The crimson
Thick and slow
Exposed to new air
Painting with
Honesty

The most private of offerings
Suddenly shared

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Ash & Ink @bundtkake.bsky.social · 14/08/2026

#PoemsAbout #Mainstage #poetry #blueskypoets @thebrokenspine.co.uk I have always been fascinated by the ghost light. And places that are left behind. Here is a #poem...

Ghost light

The curtain was never velvet.
All the lights have gone dark ... but one.
A back turns in a reckless stolen last flourish.
The wood wears a well worn path
The seats stand as silent memorials
To nights and dates long gone.
Tonight's date long gone.
Yet, the air holds the slightest trace
Of perfume above the ghosts of old paint
Grease and cigarette smoke.
Tonight's audience, was memory,
Admission abandoned to the years.
Once upon a moment;
The lights bright, and the eyes brighter,
Dimmed to a single bulb on a single pole.
The final victor in the battle for center stage,
Stalling the dark,
A Lighthouse for moths and mice.
The single bulb shines,
To hold the history,
Throw shadows on the varnished wood,
And paint the folds in the thread bare curtain.

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