On the #edge of the galaxy, Gorp oversees a lone outpost. A metaphorical lighthouse, if you will.
Situated next to a large black hole, its #siren warns travellers of their impending doom.

She sometimes questions the point of her job, as there is no sound in space...

#vss365 #scififri

The
Sirens of
Mad Caps
Conway Castle
Rebellion

Seeping through
The dungeons
Bones and
Cellar walls

The Sirens
Of the Phoniex,
Come from
The kings men
She flirted and
Tricked.
#vss365 #siren
Medieval architecture

My son says, “Mermaids sound like a muffled harmonica.”
I love that.
What do you think?
🧜🏻‍♀️🧜🏾🧜‍♂️
#mermaid #mermen #merpeople #sound #siren

the morning chorus
is often led
by a magpie
or two

a neighbour's dogs
join in
with a few bars
of barking

the neighbour
is sleeping
but wakes
disgruntled with
the mismatched
orchestra

music to some
is a harsh
invasive #siren
to others

#vss365 #poetry

The sirens
Are loud
And clear

Theres a
Devil,
Roaming
Round the USA

Yes men,
Laying all
His hay

The world,
His Chaos
Escalating...
#vss365 #siren

,

_another hair raid siren_

clayface daubed with rust
belt around the public throat
frightening, tightening
acolytes grimacing
choking on the poisoned dust
make america gasp again

fill your ears with wax

#vss365 #siren #poem #poetry

The
Captain's clue
He keeps
Inside his
Pegged boot

The black ocean's
Mermaid sirens,

Those are
The tides
To never
Stride

Only Ruthie toot
Gives the notes
To Captain's
Tides and
To where
He strides
#vss365 #siren

A siren within
grows louder when you give up —
never stop trying

#siren #haiku for #vss365 #poem by #cjbtoday ✨

Love ignores
All sirens
Actually,
Their notes
Are hypnosis
And completely charming
#vss365 #siren

Elliot chewed the apple slice before speaking. “I have, but I did not make that connection. A momentary escape does elicit smiles, but there is nothing to smile about if you ask me. The judgment will come anyway.” The #siren outside suddenly fell silent. #vss365

The #siren always signified trouble. In the wheat country, that use to mean tornadoes. Now it could mean ballistic missiles, saboteurs, or explosive drones. It got to the point where the authorities only used it to warn of large offensives. Otherwise, it'd be on all the time. #vss365 #skywrite

The all fours
The spanks and
The running of
Her Phoniex claws

The sirens
In the vacant
Queens bed,
Not
The regal quest,
No prince at
A breast

Bombastic in
Her bodily lotions
The French bubbles
Cursed in potions,

Burst under the
Noses of
Foolish Welsh nobles
#vss365 #siren

She wailed out to sea. The indomitable waves thrashed against the harbour, beating a sad, futile chorus against rock, stone, and sand. The other sirens followed. On Earth and in Sea. They called as one, watching as the Earth burned. Helpless against the all-consuming flames.
#VSS365 #Siren #writing

vss365

A #siren does not chase ships.
She waits.

She does not cast nets.
She just sings.

Yet entire destinies bend
toward that singing, like iron
bends toward a hidden magnet.

#vss365
He appeared as soon as she climbed off the stage. "How come I've never heard you sing?" She shrugged self-consciously. "You're incredible. I don't know why you'd hide that."
"It used to embarrass someone."
"Then he's a fool." His eyes had darkened. "You're a #siren, anyone would follow you."

The klaxen, a relative of the more well-known #siren, has no interest in luring sailors to their dooms. Quite the contrary. Unfairly labeled a monster, the unappreciated octopoid creature produces an ear-splitting shriek to warn ships away from dangerous shoals and reefs.

#vss365 #microfiction

Again

The scream inside my mind
Is a #siren of insanity
Drawing me deeper still
Into fits of pure profanity
I struggle to break free
But repetition is consuming me
The scream inside my mind
Is a #siren of insanity…

#vss365
#poetry
#Skywriting

Ancient sailors would steer their ships wrong
Tricked by half-bird-and-half-woman's song
But a modern-day #siren
Acts more like a Chiron
Helping fire engines cut through a throng

#vss365
#limerick

#vss365

I'm immune to the noises outside
All those jeers and hateful comments
Screaming to be heard...
To be noticed
But the #siren call of a good story...
Born in the imagination of a writer
Leading me into adventures
Every time I reread it...
That...is precious