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❖ #ForgottenPoets & #ForgottenPrints ❖ Pre-1930s poetry & art ❖ Edited by Dick Whyte #dwpoems ❖ https://forgottenpoets.substack.com

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Forgotten Poets @forgottenpoets.bsky.social · Nov 6
🖤 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡: 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗞𝗨 | 𝗛𝗢𝗞𝗞𝗨 | 𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗨 🖤
It's finally here! My brand new collection of #haikai featuring 200 #haiku written between 2008-2019, and edited earlier this year. Paperbacks and ebooks available now! www.amazon.com/dp/1991310501

#poetry #poems #poem #hokku #booksky
Cover of Dick Whyte's haiku collection, 'Same Old Moon' with an aged moon design, on a black background. haiku by Dick Whyte: in the shape of a missing stone-- autumn rain haiku by Dick Whyte: translating Issa's death poem-- sparrows
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“Innocent floppy ears.” A (tiny, canine) poem by Caroline Knox.
NEWFOUNDLAND DOG EARS HAIKU This beautiful big black dog's innocent floppy ears are like the rain.
December 12, 2025 at 2:24 AM
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#300

"Unthought—like thoughts that are the souls of thought."

—Edgar Allen Poe (via Forgotten Poets)
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#proverb #aphorism #poetry

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December 11, 2025 at 10:13 AM
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Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Virginia Woolf, Orlando
December 11, 2025 at 7:57 AM
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There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word?

Virginia Woolf, The Waves
December 11, 2025 at 8:04 AM
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Pablo Medina for #smallpoemsunday
Cityscape 1 - a poem
December 7, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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From 'Resurrecting Life' (1921)
—Michael Strange

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XIX I AM resting by the edge of the sea — But in my arm is a curve imperceptible For the weight of your head — lover — comrade — My feet are damp with the vigorous jet of the sea — My body is splashed in a sudden pour of sunlight Spreading down now in widening — blazing torrents — From behind the pushed-away clouds — Yet I long to be chilled - warmed - and surpassing these — And by our limbs co-mingling lover — comrade.
December 7, 2025 at 10:58 AM
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Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now.

Sylvia Plath

good night
December 6, 2025 at 8:37 PM
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New book of haiku and renga by Dick Whyte & Laurence Stacey: www.amazon.com/dp/1991310471
forgottenpoets.bsky.social Forgotten Poets @forgottenpoets.bsky.social · Nov 14
New book of #haiku and #renga by Laurence Stacey and Dick Whyte out now!!! #poetry #poems #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #micropoetry Buy copies here: amazon.com/dp/1991310471
December 12, 2024 at 12:33 PM
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#monoku by Laurence Stacey. Laurence teaches English & literature courses at Kennesaw State University. In addition to studying #poetics, he is a longtime martial artist & is interested in connections between the disciplines he enjoys. #haiku #micropoetry #poetrylovers #poetry #hawk #winter
February 15, 2025 at 1:00 PM
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spring hail …
the moment I chose
to live
-Laurence Stacey
via @tinywords http://tinywords.com/2013/08/06/14611/
spring hail … the moment I chose to live   (Previously pu...
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February 9, 2025 at 6:45 PM
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Edmond Jabès, tr. Rosmarie Waldrop
We can read only one word at a time.
December 4, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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Robert Frost
DUST OF SNOW THE way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.
December 5, 2025 at 12:25 AM
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#俳句 #haiku #poet:Baijaku #kigo:summer #kigo:cicada ❖ Source: #LafcadioHearn ❖ Please feel welcome to cap the hokku to make a tan'renga, reply in haiku, or use "cicada" as a #dailyhaikuprompt 🖤
楠も動くやうなり蝉の声 [梅雀] even the camphor seems to be shaking, cicada's song Baijaku (?) [tr. Dick Whyte]
November 20, 2025 at 12:26 AM
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Rachelle Toarmino

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I have my doubts finally not to tell a strange world flashlight under the chin but to react / right-sized and given / something to do since I smell smoke I buy flowers
December 4, 2025 at 1:53 PM
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Louis Ginsberg
The Word of Snow As deep within the snow I went, I felt what all the snowflakes meant. The word on every wall and fence Was glistening with reticence. The snowy language with its light Italicized our common plight-- What secretly we always guess: We walk heart-deep in loneliness.
December 4, 2025 at 2:14 PM
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From The Really Short Poems of A. R. Ammons: bookshop.org/a/862/9780393308501

#poem #books #writing
December 4, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.

Katherine Mansfield, Katherine Mansfield Notebooks
December 4, 2025 at 5:29 PM
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From 'A Woman Free & Other Poems' (1917)
—Ruth La Prade

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LOVE Love gives all, Seeking but the expression of itself. Love is pure; Its eyes are toward the stars. Love is growth; It moves forward. Where love is There is life. Where love is not There is nothing.
December 4, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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From ‘Joglars’ magazine (1964)
—Larry Eigner

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That’s why death was different From what’s ahead Or the spaces are short A wall was thick Air was a wall Clouds open in their Travels Processes which Take place
December 3, 2025 at 12:24 AM
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From ‘Joglars’ magazine (1964)
—Michael Palmer

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Arc-light under Listen to my voices Not like a lion Cares if I walk Sometimes run Who’s lifelike
December 3, 2025 at 12:17 AM
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THE FLY WITHIN
November 20, 2025 at 2:37 PM
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From 'The North Ship' (1945)
—Phillip Larkin

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This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe Within a wood.
November 18, 2025 at 7:20 PM
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Victoria Chang
December Night Things return at night. Slowly the grass lifts back up. Even the pine trees breathe out, their blueprints open. At night, everything rebuilds, even violence lifts its roots.
December 2, 2025 at 12:14 AM
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Susan Howe
To write against the ghost
December 2, 2025 at 4:29 AM
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fragrant orchids: i dreamed i was being eaten by a lotus #senryu
December 2, 2025 at 6:37 AM