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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 8h
The rusted gears turn round and round Within an empty clock, And spill the weight of passing hours On time's unyielding rock. ​There is no anchor in the deep, No echo from the shore— We cast our names into the dark, And then are names no more. #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 01/10/2026
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Buried twice, yet denied the quiet dirt,
they pace the corridors of their own decay—
hunting a pulse they cannot feel,
forever starving for the warm, red feast
they can no longer taste.
The exquisite malice of the grave:
dying of hunger,
though already dead.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Starlight raining through the frost, jaguars prowling the mind alone. Filling the space of moments lost, bearing the weight of skin and bone. ​Hold on tight as the heavens roar, riding the dark where the lightning strikes. We don't need to speak anymore just follow the current wherever it likes.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
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The night grows heavy, cold and deep,
Yet steadfast hearts refuse to sleep.
With iron spine and steady grace,
We look the darkness in the face.

No traveler walks the path untended;
With love our kindred hands defended.
In hope and heart, our strength is shown—
Resolute, noble, and not alone.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
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Life ticks slow against the pane,
A shadow dancing in the rain.
You count your steps, you count your scars,
And count the falling of the stars.
​The morning breaks from darkened skies,
A quiet dawn through red-rimmed eyes.
No heavy crown, no fading stage,
Just the turning of another page.
​Step from shade and take a breath,
Beyond the doubt, beyond the death
Of yesterday's relentless rain—
There is a hand to ease the pain.

​You are not alone.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
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The Daily Dose

​Like chewing
Mouthfuls of
Colored styrofoam,
​President Peeps.
President Squeaky-Teeth.
President Tinfoil.
President Fuck You.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
The body is an archive: an anthology of old scars, the heavy slope of shoulders, and the careful mapping of places we have loved and left engraved beneath the skin. #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
We do not need the thunder-drum To make the spirit known; A quiet breath can shape the wind, And carve the hardest stone. #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 19/09/2026
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Soft syllables wedged
in the walls of the chest,
the fluff of our daydreams
put up to the test.

​Let the winter wind wail
at the hinges and glass;
these paper-thin echoes
will let no storm past.

​As shadows close in
where the hearth-embers fade;
we are safe in the shelter
our quiet has made.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
Well Jeffrey Epstein had a farm E-I-E-I-O #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
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Lost Hours

The hands move across a worldly face,
Never staying for a second glance,
Moments gone before you settle into place,
Forever left behind in this unyielding dance.

Almost the rhythm matches your stride,
But no—the vanishing horizon calls,
And time outruns its own returning tide,
While afternoon across the mountain falls.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
The iron gatehouse holds no shield, nor velvet bow of gilded art; the steady watchman walks the field to disarm every heavy heart. ​No wing'ed child of ancient lore will pierce the armor of the frost— The silent guardian stands before, to tally what the night has cost. #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
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The alarm shatters the dark,
and they arrive side by side:
the bright, thin edge of what could be,
and the heavy drag of the long delay.
Hope throws back the curtains,
letting the pale morning hit the floor,
while disappointment lurks in the corners,
measuring the distance
between the dream and the dirt.
A day of days approaches.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
Crisp winds shake the tree Fallen factions turn to dust Roots await the spring #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity #haiku
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 12/09/2026
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Judas Kiss

The coffee pot sputters its grey grief
while floorboards groan beneath a heavy stride.
Swallow the bitter tablet, drink the tonic,
find the light switch in the stale hall.
We hold the framework steady while the ceiling sags,
keeping the furnace warm against the storm.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
Like seagrass in the shifting tide, They drift with every sway, Surrendering to the current's pull Who shall they hate today? #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
A real gem...
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
Cold hands hold the ash Promising a winter fire Shivering they freeze #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity #haiku
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
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Rain

Quiet mother, deep-drifting,
loose-jointed sky,
we open the cracks in the pavement,
the dry cup of the palm.
Wash the grit from the tongue.
Teach us the heavy surrender,
to drop without weight,
to slip past the stone-ribbed spires
and find the dark, undivided earth
where everything begins to soften
and the thirst forgets its name.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
Selling... One democracy Previously loved 250 years old Cheap at $5000 #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 09/09/2026
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Cold wind across the open plain,
Where silver grasses bend and sway,
We fold the fragments of the day,
And press them in the autumn rain.

A whispered secret in the stone,
Where amber leaves drift through the air,
We shape the silence, line by prayer,
To build a temple of our own.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 08/09/2026
while True: input = "sunset over granite peaks" output = "a vibrant masterpiece of plastic light" del the wind del the stone print("So inspiring.") #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 08/09/2026
As pressure grows Atoms draw closer Defiant in the heat #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity #haiku
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 06/09/2026
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A quiet board of loss and gain,
Where sacrifice repays the pain,
We play our brief, allotted years,
Till checkmate brings the final tears.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 05/09/2026
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The ragged crests of the hours fray,
As rolling waves claim the fading day.
The canvas slips, as thoughts sink deep,
And time descends into the arms of sleep.
​Where midnight waters mirror starlit gleams,
We cross a shifting current into dreams,
And leave the pull of worldly tides behind,
To drift within the oceans of the mind.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 04/09/2026
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The Currency Of Truth

In a world of endless lies and spin,
We trade in truth as if it's tin.
Where honest words stripped of art,
Becomes the rarest counterpart.

​No filter placed upon the tongue,
No false fiction loudly sung;
Just reasoned words, unmasked and free,
A rare and priceless currency.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 04/09/2026
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Wishes Fall

A single breath unmoors them,
silver parachutes climbing the air—
constellations in an azure sky
falling softly into earth's embrace.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 04/09/2026
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A lingering taste of autumn clears the air,
Where morning frost clings to naked boughs.
The stiff earth breathes a sudden prayer,
And blackened branches yield to iron rows.
The birchwood drops its paper in the grey,
While bitter currents chisel at the shore,
Chasing the remnants of the warmth away,
Until the fading season is no more.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 03/09/2026
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Turn not away your face, O fleeting light,
For stars too dwindle before the endless night.
Within the heart a secret shrine is built,
Where grief and grace unite in beauty's sight.

Past glass reflective where the shadows creep,
We trace the whispered voices down the deep,
And learn that every darkness kept inside,
Becomes the silent watcher we must keep.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 02/09/2026
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The frost creeps up the iron gate,
And mist enshrouds the pine,
Where shadows slip and echoes blur
Across the boundary line.
The fading pulse dissolves in air,
Where winter winds now blow,
With nothing left to cling to
Beneath the darkening snow.
Take the path the silence draws,
Past stone and bitter pine,
Until the final, blinding dawn
Crosses the boundary line.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 02/09/2026
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I wanted to be more grounded,
To quiet the noise in my head,
And trade all the nattering concepts
For soil and a garden bed.

​I planted the seeds of silence,
Expecting a tidy green row,
But chaos crept into the furrow,
And only the madness would grow.

​So out with the careful and measured,
The straight lines of what should have been—
I’ll invite the strange blossoms to wander,
And let the untidy blooms in.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 02/09/2026
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The thing that I would chase and chase,
Over snow-capped peaks and frozen ways,
A flowing line on frosted heights,
Where winter draws its purest whites.
A weightless drop, a practised sweep,
That wakes the soul from torpid sleep,
A heart ablaze with untamed breath,
That stands so near, so far from death.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 01/09/2026
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The Sharpie fumes begin to clear,
Yet still the pedo lingers near.
So does he breathe, or has he fled?
The marker dries—he's still not dead.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 01/09/2026
Silver frost upon the moon, the water cold and clear, A drifting skiff disturbs the dark as autumn shadows near. The lilly lifts a lonely face against the fading light, And stirs a quiet longing in the stillness of the night. #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 01/09/2026
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Let the cold mist slip deep into the moss,
And let the rain press close against the stone,
Where fallen leaves lament their sudden loss,
And every root runs outward, blind and lone.
The hills climb upward through the shifting grey,
Too steep for breath, too high for wind to shake,
While restless longing slowly turns away
From all the stubborn vales it could not break,
Content to burn unmoving in the chill,
Starved at the root, and solitary still.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 01/09/2026
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A quiet shadow crossed the fading light,
Faded away...
A dying ember swallowed by the night,
Faded away.
The smoke, into the empty air it sighed,
Faded away...
And smoldering in cold ashes there, you died,
Faded away.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 01/09/2026
the world turns round above the stone while underground unseen, alone, the shadows keep the hollow bones, untouched and deep that in their dreamless slumber, sleep, and quite forget the waking rose #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 31/08/2026
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He kept his watch where granite cold
Defied the afternoon of gold,
And caught a song of cardinals,
Amidst the dream-soft petal falls.

​He laced his boots of heavy lead,
Where pine and ancient stone were spread,
Then matched his heartbeat to the sky,
And let the bright world wander by.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 28/08/2026
Box of Bile Black earth turns the rusted key, As the sodden wood gives way, And the silence pools in yellow-grey Where the septic shadows stay. No whisper stirs from the sunken clay, Just the endless piss soaked weight of days. #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 26/08/2026
Mother Earth retches, coughing the bloated thing up like an orange fur-clot on the rug. ​No quiet grave, Only the public iron. #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 26/08/2026
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Two pillars stand guard, steadfast and bold,
A crimson dawn for the strong and the free.
As argent unfurls in the centre's fold,
A canvas of snow from sea to sea.

​Glowing in the heart of the timeless white,
The maple leaf blazes a brilliant red,
A beacon of courage, of promise and light,
Where our hope and our history are wed.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 25/08/2026
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Pinesong

The fire has faded out,
Leaving only the cool, grey stone.
I walk the ridge where pines whisper,
Tracing the shape of an ancient song
Left behind in the empty wind.
The shadows mirror a cloud adrift,
And I am weightless,
A fallen needle
Borne softly on the breeze...
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 25/08/2026
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Used to aspire to the white hat they wore,
Seems now the black is a look they adore,
Apparently rapists are who they vote for.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 23/08/2026
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A burning chest,
a bleeding lung,
the song of triumph
left unsung.

​You leave the dark
of valleys far,
and measure height
against a star.

The summit waits,
a spire of stone,
the path was shared,
the crest alone.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 23/08/2026
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A Fault in the Bone

A pulse on the scope,
a quick in the sand,
a fault in the bone,
a rot in the land.

​The drop of the blood,
the shift of the floor,
the clot in the lies—
and the shutting of the door.

​Not dread, but a spark
where the fever breaks:
the exact, sharp moment
the patient awakes.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 23/08/2026
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We See Thee Rise

It is no shallow flag displayed,
Nor loud decree of public square;
It is the marrow of the Shield,
The vast embrace of northern air.

​A pride that breaks the quiet heart
When dawn reveals the forest line,
And granite shadows stretch across
The noble crest of darking pine.

​We bear the winters in our bones,
The heavy mist, the prairie rain,
And carry from the coast to coast
The joy, the quiet grace, the strain.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 22/08/2026
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Stripped of her earthen cloak,
she stands unbowed,
tall and bold and proud against the blue.
​Winter crowns her summit
in sharp, unyielding white—
fresh and pure and new.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 22/08/2026
As shadows lengthen Still water holds the sky Autumn fades to grey #ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity #haiku
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 21/08/2026
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A sudden glow on hammered brim,
Where afternoon grows amber-dim,
And porcelain bears a quiet scar
Of mornings past and travels far.

​Between the steam and cooling clay,
We hold the middle of the day—
A breath caught softly on the tongue,
Where every thought is half-unstrung.

​No need to name what drifts away,
From silent birth, to quiet grey;
Just hold the warmth against the cold,
And watch the afternoon unfold.
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Whistlertim🇨🇦 @whistlertimbc.bsky.social · 21/08/2026
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Uncaring whether snow stays
or slips from its flanks,
the peak stands—
a dark spire asking
for no audience, no name.

​A gulf of air and shadow
stretches ridge to ridge,
vast enough to swallow a voice
before it can shout.

​Down in the timber,
silence settles thick
over the bones of the earth.
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