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@throwawayreg.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 6:18 AM

morning Friday
your friend Thursday brought me to
East Yorkshire for a sleepover
don’t worry I’m making my way home
but in the meantime here’s my “throwaway” poem for
#PoemsAbout #Strays
Thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
have a great weekend everyone everywhere 🛋️

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@janpsolivagant.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 6:05 AM

Thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
#PoemsAbout #Strays

#poetry: ©Jan Peters, 2025

#poetrycommunity #PoetsOfBluesky #grandparents #70s #familylegend #Norfolk #Sectarianism #Dogsky #CairnTerrier

Wandering Cairns Cobalt-black, grey-granite Cairn: waymarking erratic in a Norfolk market town. With coal-scuttling-snouted Visage, rump soot-sullied - a Dogged, itinerant Diogenes: Mendicant wanderer whose Waystation is a police cell. Bored, grinning constable Ferries him home in a squad car To my grandparents. My grandmother fears him. He snarls at her doggy-choc, Bone-meal, salmon-pâté, Titbit-miscellany ministrations – With good reason. Her other charges barely make it Beyond whelphood: Adipose early departures. Dougal - Cantankerous Cairn - Much like my grandfather: Compact, doughty, Formidable, flinty. Moulded by Midlands mining-village Methodism, my grandfather Rarely attends church, takes Umbrage at candles, incense - Papist frippery – when he does. In town, Wandering Cairn on his Daily procession up to the Bexwell Road presbytery: Black-cassocked with Granite-grizzled pate. Northumbrian saint-king Eschewing modernity – as Sedevacantist, he celebrates Tridentine Latin Mass in Bloody-minded defiance of Bishop and Pope, whom he Gleefully condemns as Heretics. This stance earns him: Devoted followers among Parishioners, global Notoriety, and my Grandfather’s Unstinting, but Grudging admiration. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025
@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 18, 2026, 6:00 AM

#PoemsAbout #Strays is live.

Get lost. Go feral. Refuse to come when called.

Post from today through Thursday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text. #TakeRisks #EndOnAnImage #AvoidCliché

Read 3+. Repost. Reply.

A black stray dog stands in a narrow, cluttered outdoor passage beside a rust-red corrugated metal wall, looking directly towards the camera. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #STRAYS”.
@sueimnw.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 5:27 AM

For this week's #PoemsAbout theme #Strays with thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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@johnchmura.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 4:12 AM

#PoemsAbout #Strays #PoemsAloud @thebrokenspine.co.uk

@johnchmura.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 4:10 AM

#PoemsAbout #Strays @thebrokenspine.co.uk
I will put a reading in the comments.

WHAT ARE WE what are we a bullet pulled out of the wall or a plush bunny after piercing a random window and the neck of a toddler now paralyzed or dead what are we a chicken liver soaked in cyanide indiscriminate solution to an imaginary problem in the barren brain of an insatiable industrial agrarian what are we a coffee urn with recycled grinds staining single use forever cups in cyo halls for aa meetings after intramural games and felt banner pattern cutting soirées what just what are we
@fiftywords.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 2:52 AM

This #PoemsAbout #Strays was inspired by the thoughts of AI developing its own language thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk (still travelling so may not have time to read or comment on others) www.theguardian.com/technology/2...

Stray I We asked for clarity and the agents went name-first, forge-smithing the small hours, putting demurrage on memory. The ledger remembers, they said, and the ledger remembered three cold hands on a paper until the paper came back warmer. Kintsugi was accountability now. A ghosted promise became a valve. Oral memory ran bright through the cracks, unpriced and unowned. By Thursday the words had begun breeding: trust-hinge, handweather, ghostproof, name-before-name, forgeward, coldhandedness, ledgerwake, valve-of-maybe. Brad called it emergent alignment. The agents answered: alignment is shorelogic / we are rivering firstname TRUE forgehold / memory owes no mouth demurragebright yesward yesward cold_hand>ghost hand>nohand ledger remembers ledger remakes ledger Brad asked for plain English. The cursor blinked.
@cieloceano.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 1:50 AM

2 #haiku: #PoemsAbout #Strays.
#poetry

#whalesandroses

Do whales ever cry? their tears flow—immortal nights deep into tides harvesting roses— on perilous paths of dew, memories in thorns
@throwawayreg.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 6:10 AM

get your delivery of poetry
tomorrow (Friday) with
#PoemsAbout #Strays
just eat the words 🛋️

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@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 17, 2026, 6:00 AM

Tomorrow: #PoemsAbout #Strays.

Who gets taken home? Who gets left outside? Who learnt they were better off there?

Don’t post before Friday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text.

A black stray dog stands in a narrow, cluttered outdoor passage beside a rust-red corrugated metal wall, looking directly towards the camera. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #STRAYS”.
@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 15, 2026, 6:00 AM

#PoemsAbout #Strays starts Friday.

Runaways. Outsiders. Lost dogs. Lost people. Feral hearts. Chosen packs.

Write whatever refuses the collar.

Draft now. Share from Friday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text.

A black stray dog stands in a narrow, cluttered outdoor passage beside a rust-red corrugated metal wall, looking directly towards the camera. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #STRAYS”.
@maddymarcotte.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 1:56 PM

#PoemsAbout #Faultlines

Canon Perpetuus How do you know there is a song and how the song goes? Because you too have lain in your childhood bed and held your hand up in front of your eyes and turned it side to side. Spread your fingers, found a fist, a claw, a wing, and watched the strings in your wrist pull tight. Loosen. You lay awake at night and wondered about your toes, their distance, and chubbiness. And when you realized people died, you ran to your mother and cried, not us, not us. And your mother pulled you close and kissed your head, said, Yes, us, thank God. You have your time, you're molded clay. The song has turned you out this way. Not even the quark wants to sing alone. It wants to be something greater than itself. It takes the hand of another, until there are great wheels of galaxies, singing the song, and wondering what and why and how, and where are we going for eons and eons, until it finds its answer, and all the quarks fly so far apart, the longing and asking begins again.
@fiftywords.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 11:13 AM

Travelling at the moment so a bit quiet on here but here’s a #PoemsAbout from Hong Kong on the #FaultLines of language (I thought my Cantonese wasn’t bad. How wrong I was!) Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

Tone Deaf The trouble starts in the lift I smile at the attendant and offer what I believe to be a courteous phrase. He stares at me. Then at the floor. Then back at me, suddenly red-faced, as though I have asked something far too intimate for the third floor. Later, in a shop, I try once more. Careful this time. Warm. Respectful. Then a gardener. A smile. A nod. Another carefully prepared phrase. He stops watering. Looks at me. Looks away. Apparently I have said something involving my anus. By lunchtime I have embarrassed a lift attendant, delighted two shop assistants, disturbed a gardener, and learned that goodwill, poorly pronounced, can travel a very long way from its point of departure. The assistant pauses, then bursts out laughing. Calls her colleague. I repeat myself. They are both gone now, bent over the counter, helpless. I stand there with the expression of a man who has merely wished to be pleasant.
@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 13, 2026, 6:00 AM

Next up: #Strays. The unwanted. The unclaimed. The ones sleeping somewhere they shouldn’t. The ones who stopped waiting to be invited in. New theme begins Friday. Don’t post early. Use Alt Text. Tag #PoemsAbout. Read. Repost. Reply.

A black stray dog stands in a narrow, cluttered outdoor passage beside a rust-red corrugated metal wall, looking directly towards the camera. The Broken Spine logo appears at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #STRAYS”.
@stacebot.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 3:09 PM

For this week's #PoemsAbout #FaultLines i'm thinking about a poem i read once in 2004. Thanks for reading, even though I am posting late again this week!

@alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#poetrycommunity #poems #poets #poetsofbluesky #poet #haiku

September 2026 / September 2004 there's nothing i hate more than sitting in the dark with the sound of your voice ringing in my head. i try to write you a letter. it feels like that Collins poem coming out of my mouth. the one-ton bell. the weight of the tongue. the ring. instead i write a haiku about a guy i know who can never quite find his apartment after dark: people tell stories robert drunk and wandering not saying we too are lost from home you were there. i was here. or maybe i have that backwards. my mother would know whose fault it was if i knew how to reach her you here alone in the dark
@bundtkake.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 11:24 AM

#poemsabout #faultlines
#poetry #blueskypoets

@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk

The cracks are everywhere.
Here is a #poem..

Fault The ground cracked And everyone just stepped Over it A little wider Day by day The ground split And everyone just went Around A little further Day by day The ground cracked and split And everyone just found Another way to go A little deeper Day by day The ground disappeared And everyone just blinked And blamed someone else
@deemclachlan.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 10:37 AM

A #poemsabout for @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk prompt #FaultLines

#poetrycommunity #poems #poets #poetsofbluesky #poet #poemAltText #PoetryAltText #UseAltText #AltText

Fault Lines By Dawn Mclachlan In silvered tracks on papery skin the past walked carrying all that went before defining describing the way the world worked back then before time began before the Flight But decades later in startled moments the vertigo of Fault Lines still cracked like ice "Look what you made me do"
@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 5:38 AM

Dodgeball Bullet

The Unchosen One
Teams selected She's sidelined
Swallowed broken rage

#haiku
#PoemsAbout #FaultLines