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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

I dream of doing that more often again. I live in the middle of our country and miss the sea.

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

This is intriguing, clever in the best of ways and I need to try it. Thank you

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Avery Lark ❤️‍🔥🦂 @thebisylarke.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

something simple sweet and a bit raw for #PoemsAbout #Bites @thebrokenspine.co.uk a list in the spirit of anne carson. been really into the simple pleasures of the everyday lately. and longing! can’t forget the longing

small bites with you

char-grilled oysters (down on the bayou) (someday) (soon)
poetry (notes app) (sent back and forth)
raw oysters (down the shore) (O the stars i’d sacrifice just to see you stand on jersey soil)
warmth (full-bodied) (with fuzzy feeling)
playlists (spotify) (sent back and forth)
bong rips (sputtering) (coughing) (laughing) (falling apart into the phone speaker)
listening (rapt) (leaning in)
talking (too much) (but you tell me it’s fine) (you mean it) (i feel it)
understanding (comes easy) (too easy) (almost feels impossible) (beautiful) (unreal)
love (of you and i and us and us) (and everything else too, babe) (all feels beautiful whenever i’m with you)
long drives (to you) (from you) (anywhere) (with you)
hugs (warm) (so needed)
char-grilled oysters (soon) (please let it be soon)

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

So bad but good - my soon to be two year old grandson is this little person! We spend a lot of time trying not to laugh 🤭

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

This is a beautiful poem - I could be standing by the sea as I read it!

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Thank you Jen, I really appreciate your lovely comments. It brings back a picture of my Dad sitting down at night with his notebook, listening to the shipping forecast, noting everything down and working out whether the North Sea catches would be good or not.

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Thank you so much. @johnchmura.bsky.social example has got me reading out loud, but not on here yet! I'm heading to an open mike night in a couple of weeks so I might take this one.

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Crookes is definitely a place to be, I never got as far as I used it when I was going into uni as a mature student. Always worth going up to the top deck!

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John Chmura @johnchmura.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

#PoemsAbout #Bites @thebrokenspine.co.uk I will put a reading in the comments. Midnight here in New Jersey. I expect to be out and about during the day, so I may be s little slower playing catchup.

THEM BONES

suggestive of cannibalism
bones have been found in caves
broken and gnawed by our neolithic ancestors

pseudo-christian white nationalist politicians
have been found in congress gnawing bribes
suggestive of economic cannibalism

ted cruz craves a “mexican on monday”
slurping blood from undocumented calvaria
on the tailgate of an unmarked ford explorer

mike johnson who nibbles knuckles
under his desk behind a locked door
claims he “doesn’t know anything about that”

cinnabar stained bones found in certain strata
suggest deliberate caretaking
and ritual ceremony

shitty grifters smeared with trump diaper slime
licking their greedy fingers suggests that
dc is unceremoniously drowning innocents

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Cinnabar stained bones.... Powerful and hits the nail exactly!

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Like Mike, I've been on both sides of this fence and am still on one as a grandparent. Totally reflects so many families' daily experience.

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Wow - love the couplets, they take you on the journey and then hit in the face!

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

My family are from the Netherlands and our DNA takes us up to Scandinavia, however my Opa moved to the UK in the 1920s

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Always good and I had a wry smile at the top of 52 bus! Years ago that was my place!

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Love this one - it's where I was at the beginning of the week with this prompt. Perfect words!

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Really enjoyed reading this one and loved the darkness! Abulic - what a great word.

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

This is such a satisfyingly satirical take on the times. I for one would be in the Marmite Psych ward, but only because I love marmite!

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Duitse Bocht is the German Bight one of the famous areas in the Uk Shipping forecast.

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Friday again so it's thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for another #PoemsAbout #Bites This one was inspired by my Dad's love of sailing and stories of the coast from Texel up to the Wadden Zee.

The Bite of the Bight
Whispering winds transformed
Northerly storms
Giants of the Arctic
Whistling down, around,
Engulfing de Duitse Bocht
Ship sheltering between isles and land
Evading the short grey Northern Sea For something worse to come
Silent swells forecasting
Omens of volatile seas
Of something worse brewing,
Frozen fingers gathering bights,
Shortening the sheets, Reefing sails ready For rolling waves,
Unexpected mud and sand Shifting creeks, twisting channels The triumvirate of Wadden rivers
Leviathans alone
Carving treacherous shoals
Surging tides, billowing waves,
Rolling with the wind
Calling the Waarschip to the depths Entrenched, consumed, chilled By a bitterly biting sea

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

It's difficult to find the time, headspace and in my case emotional space. My mum's garden was her joy, but she couldn't care for it, then couldn't create what she wanted when she moved. You are an inspirational poet and find beautiful ways through the words and emotion. ❤️

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Thank you, it's a beautiful poem full of honesty and love and I love it! ❤️ My mum's garden has/is being redesigned by the lovely people who bought her house. It looks amazing but I miss the structure mum created and your poem caught that for me. ❤️

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

... of what she brought and what is left behind despite the loss.

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Late back to the poems, but so glad I made it to yours. I cried, this parallels the road I've travelled recently. It's a beautiful eulogy.

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

I love the picture this paints. You never disappoint and your readings are absolutely the icing on the cake'! You've inspired me and I read four poems at an outdoor open mic event for'National Poetry Day' here in the Uk last week! Thanks for the inspiration!

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

A Friday offering for #PoemsAbout #Rot. Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the prompt. I'm travelling a little further North for a weekend with friends and beach walks so will come back later to read everyone's contributions. This one was inspired by Steve Harley and life!

Blue eyes blues eyes,
Ice cold bright,
Lying and lying again
Cracked by the mirror rot,
Desilvered by fraud
Layer upon layer
A mist of deceit,
The steel that would not rot,

This rebel hit a floor of
Dogged dust and spiralling hair,
Ephemeral in the dusk light
Stifling the lies and life,
Gathered along ages
Tumbleweed in empty rooms,
Warm breezes whispering
Through cracks and crevasses
Nurturing spores of decay.

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John Chmura @johnchmura.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

#PoemsAbout #DeadLetters @thebrokenspine.co.uk It helps to know Bu Shi is a muse/alter ego I created in the early 2010s to post haiku/senryu, it also helps to know they don’t use the lettters L and T, but the poem uses all of the other letters. Our pseudo relationship is sometimes contentious.

DUBIOUS BU

bu emerges from a crack underground
open hand punch
hammering an arc of misshapen force

nor misspoken nor misheard

was a bad poem worsened
by jagged end rhymes
before even being conceived

weaned on my screams and misgivings

bad karma broken casino spinner
dopamine miser sucking my money sac
receiving receiving receiving never giving back

aces queens and princes join voracious jokers

oversized zippers sever
spewing sacred sera in free mason jars
examined by hydrographic surveyors

bu says form precedes usage

do you agree

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patriciajvs.bsky.social @patriciajvs.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Being late to the game this week, I had to search for your contribution and it was absolutely worth it! Great to read, even better to hear! That Dopamine sentence is 🙌.

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