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@rayhourigan.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 6:24 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

Sufficiently shamed,
Reddened in every way,
Of a thousand slaps.
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@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:59 PMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Canned

This darkly luminous limbo told me
Something was not right
I looked down at my body
Floored
Like a slough
Then up at the dazzling light
Steady
Not wanting to make
A haunted dwelling
I was not quite...

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Canned

This darkly luminous limbo told me
Something was not right
I looked down at my body
Floored
Like a slough
Then up at the dazzling light
Steady
Not wanting to make
A haunted dwelling
I was not quite ready
To break
Away

Memories echoing like a dream

A banshee
Wearing a fuchsia-red sky
Stood by
The window -- cold scream

Was she the one who did this to me?

No.
They only ever announce
Don't bounce
Around and kill
At will

Calmly
I turn the pages
Of balmy
Memoirs

Bogeyman
Luring in shade
Behind doors
Creep hated me
'Cause I would not pee
My pants

The Count
Long in the tooth
Casket sleeping booth
Always thirsty
Aversion to garlic
My favourite food

Brainless Zombie Zed
Always wanted to get
Into my head
That sucker

Bugger

Following a pull
A look down reveals
A can opener 
Rammed into my skull

See!
It must have been Zed
Gave me death's kiss

On the threshold a hiss
Kitty the Cat
Is staring at me
I watch her breakdown
In disbelief
"Why?"
I ask full of grief

"The stinking canned 
Diet you kept me on
Should be banned"
She cries
"Boo-hoo..."

I should have kept her
In a cage too

That's what you get
I think
Look at the light
And blink
Trust is like using a sieve
As a safety net

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
@rayhourigan.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 6:15 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

Turning pages, the
Nooses and cages, badges
And gauges, the rage.
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@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 7:53 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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What's Left Behind

Your diary
On your desk
With my name on it
An evocative solicitation
Congregate demons
Energise me
With morbid curiosity
On the final page
A fatuous...

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What's Left Behind

Your diary
On your desk
With my name on it
An evocative solicitation
Congregate demons
Energise me
With morbid curiosity
On the final page
A fatuous request
It quakes
Through mark and bone
How we always polarise
Even now
Tears fill my eyes
I will comply
This time
Love is
All I would have taken
With me
But not you
Ravenous for yours
I climb
Into
Your final bed
Blue sky
Yawning
Six feet above
No tear is shed
For me 
Marooned
In your grave

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBfree
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 8:07 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Evaporation

I hear the siren
And dissociate
From contingent flesh
Into bleeding hues
Of neon dreams
(I wish they were pastel)

A small shadow

Even here
As witches advocate
A...

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Evaporation

I hear the siren
And dissociate
From contingent flesh
Into bleeding hues
Of neon dreams
(I wish they were pastel)

A small shadow

Even here
As witches advocate
A female's right
To her own experience
It does not alleviate
The pain
Of the evisceration
That he masks
As good intentions

The shadow is growing

I remember this
I fought it before
Now I grew weary
Fatigue

The shadow bleeds more black

My neon dreams evaporate
I'm ready
To let
Mushrooms and moss
Have me

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBfree
@rayhourigan.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 6:30 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

Marooned with a view,
Horizon of blending hues,
Stranded in the blue.
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@jamellen.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 8:33 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

You’ve lit my wick
our bodies in rhyme
nerve endings tick
You’ve lit my wick
blending blue hues, bite and lick
glorious moments in time
You’ve lit my wick
our bodies in rhyme

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@sifaswriting.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 12:12 PMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

The #marooned sailors
defied all the odds
and their wicked captain
survive and thrive
a hundred years pass
a port stands where
their raft washed up
on a desolate beach

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@narwhals9.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 3:05 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

2/2
Night drew to hold me
Recalling your eyes
My worst visions vanquished
I drifted inside
Here I’ll stay
Here I’ll stay
Tomorrow comes early
Settle in by my side
Tell me your secrets
We need no more lies
Love will abide
Love will abide
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@ourpoetryx.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 10:48 PM

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@winterives.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 7:58 PMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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@winterives.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 9:04 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

Vanquish the myth
A false tale of sin
Involving an ancient apple

What nonsense!

Only spineless sycophants
Ring-kissing miscreants
Accept the abuse
And subjugation of women

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🎨Magritte

Renee Magritte
The Son of Man, 1964
Oil on Canvas 
Private Collection 

Magritte painted it as a self-portrait.

The painting is of Magritte in an overcoat and a bowler hat standing in front of a low wall, beyond which are the sea and a cloudy sky. 

Magritte’s face is almost obscured by a green apple. However, his eyes can be seen peeking over the edge of the apple.
@sifaswriting.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 7:14 PMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

#Vanquish your ghosts
both inner and outer
so you aren't haunted
by the past days
distracted as the present
flies on by and
the future rushes up
way too fast

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@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 1:43 PMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Falling

One yellowing, heart-shaped leaf cannot hold on to the aspen any longer. Green protruding veins still reminisce about Summer. A decorous...

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Falling

One yellowing, heart-shaped leaf cannot hold on to the aspen any longer. Green protruding veins still reminisce about Summer. A decorous deception. Nobody can vanquish death.

I observe the aspen heart dance through the air past a few last sunflowers that are reflecting golden hues. Then, it veers towards rugose hydrangea. Perhaps it admires how beautifully they are ageing.

It does not make a difference, I think, as a sequel to memories unravels feelings I hoped had long gone. Now they are towering over me like monuments of shame and regret.

I know they are not mine. It was just convenient to park them in my nervous system. That one, that feels too much and bothersome to others. It seems people can never make up their minds.

Your rasping breath mixes with the aspen's susurration. The effects of the cough syrup must be wearing off. I shake the empty bottle and set it aside.

The dancing heart of gold sails on as I walk into the kitchen to fetch our steak knife. One clean cut takes care of it.

The aspen heart lands the instant the first drop of blood hits the floor.

© Stefanie Neumann - @Kokopellibfree
@rayhourigan.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 6:06 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

Needing demons to
Vanquish, to fight through anguish,
Developing worth.
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@ourpoetryx.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 3:31 AM

I love this 🥰

@sifaswriting.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 6:51 PMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

she is #smitten
by his suave grace
his bright smile
his sonorous voice
he moves with
the grace of a dancer
the talk of the town
she is just grateful
to hang onto his arm

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@narwhals9.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 3:11 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

Functions fail
In a flash
Knees buckle
Eyes lock
Vibrations follow her voice
Down every nerve
Smitten
Bite your tongue
To hold in incoherence
Bite your tongue
Literally
Joints are jelly
Deep feelings melt & flow
Come to me
I smile
Join me there
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@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 2:13 PMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Pagan Dreams

The empty chair stands like an island amidst the busy fair. Warm lights illuminate the velvety darkness - as if to ward it off. Brown and golden leaves rustle under...

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Pagan Dreams

The empty chair stands like an island amidst the busy fair. Warm lights illuminate the velvety darkness - as if to ward it off. Brown and golden leaves rustle under people's steps. The aroma of coffee percolating next to an open fire with roasted chestnuts is filling the air. A display of roses is bleeding colours onto concrete.

I'm walking in the shadows, watching stertorous corpses ridicule the old rites, pretending to be alive. Somewhere, a man is paying an encomium to the pittance rewarding those who keep this farce running. I'm almost smitten by his stance.

I rid myself of idle thoughts as I see a silhouette dance towards the spare seat. Your reminiscence is still strong. I gasp, then hold my breath in awe.

With my exhale, tension's dam breaks. The tempest is not vindictive. Yet, I'm not grieving the life eradicated from this town.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
@rayhourigan.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 6:52 AMReposted by @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

Smitten once bitten,
Addicted to your nibbles,
A cuddle junkie.
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