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Beth Ember @ctrlaltdltffs.bsky.social · 3h

Let storms wash this filth from me blood and dirt from palms and knees and impending felonies #7syllablesquad #7syllablesentence #storm

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 4h

@emteepoetry.bsky.social here is my offering for #Winged. This is an old one, but I love this #PromptCombo, so there may well be more to come. #Poetry

Ghost in Feathers

The barn walls drink the last of the light.
Shadows bloom like bruises across the beams.
The swallows sleep in cloistered hush;
the oxblood tractor ticks,
a cooling beast slain at sunset.

Moths rise, dust-winged,
erratically searching
for the memory of light.
Spiders unfurl their wire legs,
threading tremors through webs.
Bats spill from broken gables,
their flight a soft percussion
through the dark.

The barn's hushed breath is silenced.
But the night's chorus is not complete.
One nocturnal spectre lingers.
Watching.
Seeing all.

Talons unfurl, rusted hooks sear
through feathers pale as bone.
She ends her vigil with a haunted cry,
and the scuttling things below
wonder if they are the who she calls for.

There is no fanfare, only death on wing.
Silent, surgical, inevitable.
Rending flesh, she claims her prize,
then slips between the rafters,
folding into their oaken skin.

Though night wanes, she remains:
perched, unmoving, unblinking.
Waiting.
A ghost in feathers.

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Fiona Robertson @fionaswriting.bsky.social · 11h

Here is the video of my poem, The Secret Of The Poets, which has gone mini-viral on insta. It's about the use of generative AI for emotional moments. I had three minutes on the biggest stage I'm ever likely to have, and this is what I did with it. I've also posted the text version (see below).

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 18h

I shared dawn with the birds today and wrote this as it happened. I would normally spend ages editing, and I know it needs it, but I also like the untamed flow of it! #PoetsOfDoom #Sky #Poetry #Dawn @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social

Dawn Study

As inky blackness breaks,
gives way, fades grey, to dawn,
I sit on the garden bench
still and chill,
watching cigarette smoke
coil itself against the sky,
trying to name, to frame,
its cold colours.

I could call it blue.
That would do.
It would be true.
Yet blue won't hold
the whole fold of it,
won't catch the rich pitch
of that deep sweep,
that vibrant expanse
drawn and gone across the heavens.

And now it shifts, drifts again.
What colour is this?
Blue, yes,
but blue alone cannot own
every hue
in this delicate, gold-souled,
light-rolled blanket overhead,
this fabric of morning
threaded with silver,
with butterscotch,
with hints that resist
the insistence of names.

Again it changes.
The smoke melts away.
The shadows resign.
The sun has risen,
and the sky,
after all its layered displays,
its veils and trails,
its subtle disguises,
is finally,
simply,
blue.

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Beth Ember @ctrlaltdltffs.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

It's just how some days go. Tomorrow might be better. #emoetry #tormented #depression #poetry

it's unfair
how one moment
you can be just fine
and the next you feel like
you've been shot in the chest with a cannon
another way the invisible monsters torment
your chest is freezing yet it's burning
a sickening glow slowly spreads
suddenly sadness smacks into you
(why me, what did I do?)
and you fear you're finished
for no goddamn reason at all
it's so unfair

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Odd This Day @oddthisday.bsky.social · 15h

Today, you will be delighted to hear, is the 131st anniversary of George author-of-Grub-Street Gissing writing this in his diary

1895 Weather bad. Attacked by inflammation of the testicles, and groaned all day.
George Gissing

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

All these Julies following me all wanting a bf (I think, not wearing my glasses. Maybe they want some sf, maybe Julies love sci fi. Let us proceed on the happier reading.) A Julie Jubilee! Happy Days for me! these innocent girls all have profiles on Onlyfonze, where Henry plays with his Winkler.

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

My #PoetsOfDoom #Sky poem came out a little less cheerful that I had hoped for, but sometimes that's the way it goes. @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social

The Last Sky

Pale peach tendrils
reach out across the denim horizon.
A new day starting
despite the weight
of indigo laden clouds.

I could not stop it.
I would freeze this moment.
Spend forever with you within
the faded mint walls
of this medical mausoleum.
I couldn’t.

The sun continued rising,
bright amber matches glint
in the windows opposite.
Their flames are cold.
I share tears with the sky
but we cannot dout
the bitter light.

The day still comes.
And you still go.

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

This is how I flirt. (Halloween edition)

I cannot explain this. A man shakes his his head, skin glistening, he was recently eaten by a creature from another world and survived. He is overjoyed and in celebration has grown a long protruberance from his forehead. It is from the film From Beyond.

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I've made a small change to this, I think it's improved it. Either way, it gets a repost! #writingCommunity #poem #poetry #art #SpeirGorm

Like a toy stepped on too often
I have broken bits.
I once loved Transformers, intricate robots,
some of them were
made to combine with others
to form a new creature.
As a child I had one,
but not the second half,
so I jammed in another to make do
and now nothing fits.

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Mollie Grace @msfulofgrace.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Some people discard their leftovers immediately When they get a hankering for them, they’re gone Some people keep their leftovers too long They make themselves sick Some people know leftovers only have a short shelf life They enjoy the best parts while they can and then let go

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

If you see this, post a vampire that isn't Dracula. Can't resist a second go.

Willem Dafoe playing Max Shreck in Shadow of the Vampire. Shreck played "not-Dracula" Orlok in Nosferatu, and Shadow of the Vampire tells the story of how that film was made, with the difference that Shreck is portrayed as a real vampire hired to make things more authentic.

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LK Nesse @weirdfizz.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

I may not be getting regular writing time lately, but sometimes words just have to spill out.

I Am Too Much

Water
is not to be
blamed when you insist on
drinking from a cup that is far
too small.

-- LK Nesse

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#PoetsOfDoom @daveashleypoet.bsky.social #sky I probably would have written something more cheerful if I'd had my second pot of tea.

Moonshot

The sky is crowded,
satellites orbiting egos,
their white artificed light
blocking the brilliant stars,
swapping glorious constellations
for piteous consternation,
and below, the dense heads of
grey men float in the clouds.
I will not look up
to those who call for
"blue sky thinking".

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John Chmura @johnchmura.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#PoetsOfDoom #Sky @daveashleypoet.bsky.social PoetsOfDoom adjacent, I don’t always answer the call, but I could not hold back today.

PALANTIR

in the backyard some summer morning
after a poop and scraping grass over it
the pup hears a jet low over the house
and sniffs a baby blue quadrant of sky
foolish I look up reflexively
right into the brassy gold sun.

in the black satin screen of my eyelids
I see a hell of raging orange streaks
is this what the schoolchildren saw
as their heads exploded
was it super intelligence
that sent the bomber to a school?

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#october #poem #halloween @matthew-ds9.bsky.social @bedroomeyespoet.bsky.social Not sure this qualifies for the prompt as no eyes are involved. Plenty of other body parts though.

"I'll have your guts for garters" she said
and he knew it was true.
She already had his funny bones,
although they did improve her humour,
a point demonstrated by the fact that
she did not leave in him stitches.
She had taken his thumbs, but discarded them,
as she opposed too large digits,
which she found unreliable
and therefore unable to count on.
She had removed his feet,
and thought it her finest achievement,
until the detective came to play mind games.
She had told him he was full of hot air,
and angrily opened him to vent spleen.
And now in her bile she threatened once more
and hoist by his own petard
he knew he would have to stomach this,
and watch her grin and bear it.

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Given that the word is spelt "cheque" in the UK, this seems very intrusive and a touch hypocritical to me. Also, let's eat grandma.

Trending topic on Bluesky about Trump announcing "cheques" (UK spelling, US is "checks" for "seniors" (US spelling, UK is "pensioner.")

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Liz Webster 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🇬🇧🇪🇺 @lizwebster.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Truly vile. At a public event, Mike Graham mocked Andy Burnham’s father for having Alzheimer’s, less than three weeks after Roy Burnham died and apparently on the day of his funeral. Just the lowest of the low.

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𓂀 𓆗Jay𓆗𓂀 @kitchenraptorj.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

I'm a reptile hobbyist— In this field You treat every snake With the same respect You give to one That is venomous— Especially if you can't Identify them The concept Can be applied To men It doesn't make one A misandrist For erring on the side Of caution I say this As one who loves them #poem

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Not altogether happy with this one. Also, tags appear to be broken. #beak

Beaks

The Battle of Little Beak Horn
was not an engagement
in the war Australia lost against emus.

A duck who lies through its beak
is called a base canard.

Rictal bristles are stiff feathers
around the base of the beak,
not to be confused with the all too human
response to an oncoming colonoscopy.

Great Cthulhu sleeps in sunken R'lyeh.
gently snoring through his bill.
It is one we will all pay when he wakes,
but these aeons are too strange,
even for a Great Old One.

Beak trimming is extremely painful
and is of course carried out routinely
in intensely farmed poultry.
Even a whimsical poem about
beaks must bear witness to our
cruelty.

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

They had a child chant, "Let them drown!", hatred passed on, Utterly repulsed. #emoetry #repulsed #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social

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OddlyMe @oddly-me.bsky.social · 02/10/2025

black swarm buzzing through the night little organ collectors what a ghoulish sight feasting on crimson gore as they creep briskly across the mortuary floor their wings fluttering whispering dark and dreary a spooky cadre drawing near #oddlyme #WeirdMicro #organcollector #micropoetry #lyricalchant

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

First day at the FBI is pretty rough.

Clarice Starling tells Hannibal Lecter she saw lambs screaming. Kash Patel is not referenced.

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

#SomethingEveryday #prompt #blueskypoetry #writing I couldn't decide, this choice will be regretted in a couple of clicks!

Detached Dreams

In writing I sometimes undo myself,
starting at the navel and working up
courage to name the thing under my skin.

I have dreams where I discover that
the skin of my arm is dry tissue and
inside is a hollowness I alone must peer into.

Then I wake and lie untruthfully still,
probing the incessant absence inside and out,
fingers pinching bellybutton, nib piercing navel.

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Ultán of Ulcer @mulvennyprospectus.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

#writingCommunity #poem When the small man was young they called him plucky as he took no shit. Now they call him plucky due to a lack of eyebrow grooming that has spread to his cauliflower ears, his comb over hinting at an inconsistent vanity and due to a lack of fibre he still takes no shits.

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Matthew Stewart @roguestrands.bsky.social · 25/11/2025

Here's a video of me reading The Last Carry, now up on my YouTube channel... youtube.com/shorts/W3oTH...

youtube.com

The Last Carry, a poem by Matthew Stewart

YouTube video by Matthew Stewart

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