Arliden the Bard
@arliden.bsky.social
I am an educator, atmospheric scientist, and poet.
My poetry: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:brm2o4aer5g7lh4lizarnjaw/feed/aaaifc4sou2de
My book: Love, Stars, and Paradigms. Available on Amazon.
Co-host of #QuickQuill (@quickquill.bsky.social)
My poetry: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:brm2o4aer5g7lh4lizarnjaw/feed/aaaifc4sou2de
My book: Love, Stars, and Paradigms. Available on Amazon.
Co-host of #QuickQuill (@quickquill.bsky.social)
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Arliden the Bard
@arliden.bsky.social
· Jan 31
let me feel your breath
arms collared around me
I want your lips
a whisper away
my hands
at rest on your hips
still. listen.
it's a heartbeat
that speeds and slows
just by the way
your eyes move
now
I am going to move
a little
closer
for nothing
shall come between us
#vss365
arms collared around me
I want your lips
a whisper away
my hands
at rest on your hips
still. listen.
it's a heartbeat
that speeds and slows
just by the way
your eyes move
now
I am going to move
a little
closer
for nothing
shall come between us
#vss365
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it was the right angle
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
November 26, 2025 at 4:45 AM
it was the right angle
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
it was the right angle
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
November 26, 2025 at 4:45 AM
it was the right angle
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
the right moment
as if it had been arranged
timed
like seeing those
morning photons bouncing
of the frosted grass
or that full moon
just rising above the horizon
how it feels bigger
then the world
you're standing on
let me get lost
I'm that memory
for awhile
#vss365
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November 25, 2025 at 3:01 PM
maybe in the morning
just at the moment
the golden kisses the pale
or maybe at the low point
of dreary afternoon
and you are looking
for a reason to look up
and did you know
that I would keep you company
even in that land
where love
has no relevance
and the sky
marks no day or night
#vss365
just at the moment
the golden kisses the pale
or maybe at the low point
of dreary afternoon
and you are looking
for a reason to look up
and did you know
that I would keep you company
even in that land
where love
has no relevance
and the sky
marks no day or night
#vss365
November 25, 2025 at 4:01 AM
maybe in the morning
just at the moment
the golden kisses the pale
or maybe at the low point
of dreary afternoon
and you are looking
for a reason to look up
and did you know
that I would keep you company
even in that land
where love
has no relevance
and the sky
marks no day or night
#vss365
just at the moment
the golden kisses the pale
or maybe at the low point
of dreary afternoon
and you are looking
for a reason to look up
and did you know
that I would keep you company
even in that land
where love
has no relevance
and the sky
marks no day or night
#vss365
Today I used onions
as an excuse. Yesterday,
it was the rain.
Today I listened
to certain songs
& wondered
if you found me,
somewhere inside you?
And if you did,
how long it held
your attention?
Today I was frozen
& didn't know
what to do.
Today I realized
I don't like these days
at all.
#vss365
as an excuse. Yesterday,
it was the rain.
Today I listened
to certain songs
& wondered
if you found me,
somewhere inside you?
And if you did,
how long it held
your attention?
Today I was frozen
& didn't know
what to do.
Today I realized
I don't like these days
at all.
#vss365
November 23, 2025 at 9:26 PM
Today I used onions
as an excuse. Yesterday,
it was the rain.
Today I listened
to certain songs
& wondered
if you found me,
somewhere inside you?
And if you did,
how long it held
your attention?
Today I was frozen
& didn't know
what to do.
Today I realized
I don't like these days
at all.
#vss365
as an excuse. Yesterday,
it was the rain.
Today I listened
to certain songs
& wondered
if you found me,
somewhere inside you?
And if you did,
how long it held
your attention?
Today I was frozen
& didn't know
what to do.
Today I realized
I don't like these days
at all.
#vss365
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
When we listen, not with the ears,
but with the whole of our being—
the air itself begins to speak.
The noise of the world softens, and from beneath it rises a quieter truth, a trembling note at the center of all things.
It is there that the heart reveals itself—
Pure in essence.
#GreatMystery
but with the whole of our being—
the air itself begins to speak.
The noise of the world softens, and from beneath it rises a quieter truth, a trembling note at the center of all things.
It is there that the heart reveals itself—
Pure in essence.
#GreatMystery
November 8, 2025 at 2:18 PM
When we listen, not with the ears,
but with the whole of our being—
the air itself begins to speak.
The noise of the world softens, and from beneath it rises a quieter truth, a trembling note at the center of all things.
It is there that the heart reveals itself—
Pure in essence.
#GreatMystery
but with the whole of our being—
the air itself begins to speak.
The noise of the world softens, and from beneath it rises a quieter truth, a trembling note at the center of all things.
It is there that the heart reveals itself—
Pure in essence.
#GreatMystery
my empathy has limits
there is place I cannot inhabit
my mind cannot map
into yours
Don't you know
that loving you
wasn't a choice
or an option?
I just took a breath
and you were in my lungs
then in my blood
so why are there times
my heart aches
for just a kind word
but your lips
are numb
#vss365
there is place I cannot inhabit
my mind cannot map
into yours
Don't you know
that loving you
wasn't a choice
or an option?
I just took a breath
and you were in my lungs
then in my blood
so why are there times
my heart aches
for just a kind word
but your lips
are numb
#vss365
November 20, 2025 at 4:15 AM
my empathy has limits
there is place I cannot inhabit
my mind cannot map
into yours
Don't you know
that loving you
wasn't a choice
or an option?
I just took a breath
and you were in my lungs
then in my blood
so why are there times
my heart aches
for just a kind word
but your lips
are numb
#vss365
there is place I cannot inhabit
my mind cannot map
into yours
Don't you know
that loving you
wasn't a choice
or an option?
I just took a breath
and you were in my lungs
then in my blood
so why are there times
my heart aches
for just a kind word
but your lips
are numb
#vss365
Well at least he didn't greet MBS by wearing a tan suit or give a head bow. Instead he just spent a shit ton of taxpayer money to a country that is an absolute monarchy running on Sharia law. And soon they'll get F35s!
Fox News describes Trump's greeting of MBS, which included a military flyover, as "a welcome like no other that we've seen at our White House for the leader of Saudi Arabia"
November 19, 2025 at 6:13 PM
Well at least he didn't greet MBS by wearing a tan suit or give a head bow. Instead he just spent a shit ton of taxpayer money to a country that is an absolute monarchy running on Sharia law. And soon they'll get F35s!
There is energy in the ground. I was born of the earth, but one day you look up and you know it is time to ascend. And then you're looking, searching for a place to land. But so many places are already taken, belong to someone else. As I perch. Rest. I realize reality. I need bigger wings.
#vss365
#vss365
November 19, 2025 at 2:37 AM
There is energy in the ground. I was born of the earth, but one day you look up and you know it is time to ascend. And then you're looking, searching for a place to land. But so many places are already taken, belong to someone else. As I perch. Rest. I realize reality. I need bigger wings.
#vss365
#vss365
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I know I can
pick up the phone & call
if the writing’s on the #hickory wall.
#Reality feels like
a stepping stone
built to watch me fall.
There’s no reflection
in the windows
as I walk on by.
I got friends
in all the right places,
but they don’t
want to hold me
while I cry.
#vss365 #vssdaily
pick up the phone & call
if the writing’s on the #hickory wall.
#Reality feels like
a stepping stone
built to watch me fall.
There’s no reflection
in the windows
as I walk on by.
I got friends
in all the right places,
but they don’t
want to hold me
while I cry.
#vss365 #vssdaily
November 19, 2025 at 1:49 AM
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commoners wanted to be them
wear their skin
their gait was tight
untouched
as a new car
never sat in
born with a silver spoon
their #reality
dark
loveless
struggling to keep
the heart's lights on
barren of what life meant
now hearing
the dying song
#vss365 #poetry #prompt #writing
wear their skin
their gait was tight
untouched
as a new car
never sat in
born with a silver spoon
their #reality
dark
loveless
struggling to keep
the heart's lights on
barren of what life meant
now hearing
the dying song
#vss365 #poetry #prompt #writing
November 18, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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autumns swan song
i stand watching
welcoming the cold stinging my face
natures necessary chill
trees have unmasked their colors
branches nearly barren
eyes see magic, not science
witness to an ancient cycle
blustery wind sweeps the last few leaves
a fleeting waltz
as winters gaze falls upon us both
i stand watching
welcoming the cold stinging my face
natures necessary chill
trees have unmasked their colors
branches nearly barren
eyes see magic, not science
witness to an ancient cycle
blustery wind sweeps the last few leaves
a fleeting waltz
as winters gaze falls upon us both
November 14, 2025 at 11:56 AM
autumns swan song
i stand watching
welcoming the cold stinging my face
natures necessary chill
trees have unmasked their colors
branches nearly barren
eyes see magic, not science
witness to an ancient cycle
blustery wind sweeps the last few leaves
a fleeting waltz
as winters gaze falls upon us both
i stand watching
welcoming the cold stinging my face
natures necessary chill
trees have unmasked their colors
branches nearly barren
eyes see magic, not science
witness to an ancient cycle
blustery wind sweeps the last few leaves
a fleeting waltz
as winters gaze falls upon us both
the way the soft
and gentle of your cheek
are held by the lines
of your regal jaw
meet the curve
and gracefulness
of your neck
and if I had goals
in life before
I've forgotten them
as new purpose
burns within me
and I am eager
for the journey
my lips must take
and the music
of your sigh
#vss365
and gentle of your cheek
are held by the lines
of your regal jaw
meet the curve
and gracefulness
of your neck
and if I had goals
in life before
I've forgotten them
as new purpose
burns within me
and I am eager
for the journey
my lips must take
and the music
of your sigh
#vss365
November 18, 2025 at 3:46 AM
the way the soft
and gentle of your cheek
are held by the lines
of your regal jaw
meet the curve
and gracefulness
of your neck
and if I had goals
in life before
I've forgotten them
as new purpose
burns within me
and I am eager
for the journey
my lips must take
and the music
of your sigh
#vss365
and gentle of your cheek
are held by the lines
of your regal jaw
meet the curve
and gracefulness
of your neck
and if I had goals
in life before
I've forgotten them
as new purpose
burns within me
and I am eager
for the journey
my lips must take
and the music
of your sigh
#vss365
there is music
to carry me on the wind
to roil the seas
and swirl my skies
there are stories
rich & textured
and I visit places
feel the delight and pain
characters
I grow to love
as friends
but there is a place
out of time
we are alone
with nothing else to do
no one
transports me
like you
#vss365
to carry me on the wind
to roil the seas
and swirl my skies
there are stories
rich & textured
and I visit places
feel the delight and pain
characters
I grow to love
as friends
but there is a place
out of time
we are alone
with nothing else to do
no one
transports me
like you
#vss365
November 16, 2025 at 4:52 AM
there is music
to carry me on the wind
to roil the seas
and swirl my skies
there are stories
rich & textured
and I visit places
feel the delight and pain
characters
I grow to love
as friends
but there is a place
out of time
we are alone
with nothing else to do
no one
transports me
like you
#vss365
to carry me on the wind
to roil the seas
and swirl my skies
there are stories
rich & textured
and I visit places
feel the delight and pain
characters
I grow to love
as friends
but there is a place
out of time
we are alone
with nothing else to do
no one
transports me
like you
#vss365
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
Can I quietly ask we stop talking about what "AI" *could* do in education and identify instead what's actually happening with AI in education? I'll start...
November 15, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Can I quietly ask we stop talking about what "AI" *could* do in education and identify instead what's actually happening with AI in education? I'll start...
I watched you fly
into the past or future, I know not
I now hold the threads
twigs, & twine
you were a universe
and I could have been
more curious
but there was too much know
and questions
were best left to science
everything now is looking back
I remember your warmth
always
on cold days
#vss365
into the past or future, I know not
I now hold the threads
twigs, & twine
you were a universe
and I could have been
more curious
but there was too much know
and questions
were best left to science
everything now is looking back
I remember your warmth
always
on cold days
#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 5:05 AM
I watched you fly
into the past or future, I know not
I now hold the threads
twigs, & twine
you were a universe
and I could have been
more curious
but there was too much know
and questions
were best left to science
everything now is looking back
I remember your warmth
always
on cold days
#vss365
into the past or future, I know not
I now hold the threads
twigs, & twine
you were a universe
and I could have been
more curious
but there was too much know
and questions
were best left to science
everything now is looking back
I remember your warmth
always
on cold days
#vss365
I believe no myth
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 4:25 AM
I believe no myth
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
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her poetry fades
when technique
takes hold
leaving the rules
she steps into the wild
where tongue falters
& taught skills
begin to melt like wax
dripping back
into the rawness
of first wonder
only then maybe
does #myth return
as truth
& verse distills
bare in primal light
#vss365 #poetry
when technique
takes hold
leaving the rules
she steps into the wild
where tongue falters
& taught skills
begin to melt like wax
dripping back
into the rawness
of first wonder
only then maybe
does #myth return
as truth
& verse distills
bare in primal light
#vss365 #poetry
November 12, 2025 at 11:15 AM
life is a wander
to catch light
when I was hit by yours
I got caught in you
and if you wonder
about my poetry
why I'm always writing...
well there is no way
to measure this love
except by imperfect words
whose meanings whirl
at the stirring of my heart
my darling, you are forever
my art
#vss365
to catch light
when I was hit by yours
I got caught in you
and if you wonder
about my poetry
why I'm always writing...
well there is no way
to measure this love
except by imperfect words
whose meanings whirl
at the stirring of my heart
my darling, you are forever
my art
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 3:43 AM
life is a wander
to catch light
when I was hit by yours
I got caught in you
and if you wonder
about my poetry
why I'm always writing...
well there is no way
to measure this love
except by imperfect words
whose meanings whirl
at the stirring of my heart
my darling, you are forever
my art
#vss365
to catch light
when I was hit by yours
I got caught in you
and if you wonder
about my poetry
why I'm always writing...
well there is no way
to measure this love
except by imperfect words
whose meanings whirl
at the stirring of my heart
my darling, you are forever
my art
#vss365
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
"Stretch. More," mother snapped. She laid the branch along Reah's arm. "That won't do." Her head shook as she turned back to weaving. "We'll discuss your wings again when the #measure is two chill autumns wrist to shoulder." Her tone suggested it was Reah's fault, and not for lack of hugs.
#vss365
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 2:56 AM
you take
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 3:47 AM
you take
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
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Her thoughts slip past law’s sunlit shallows
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 3:22 AM
Her thoughts slip past law’s sunlit shallows
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365