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funnyfrogget.bsky.social
@funnyfrogget.bsky.social
Teacher, wanna-be poet, wisecracker. pacifist

Here for the poetry & the people, not for the politics

He/Him

Longer writing: https://medium.com/me/stories/public
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The #ink I write with
is magic ink. It can
conjure up moments
of beauty, joy, solace
and calm. It can anchor
memories in time &
space & it can help
me understand.
This ink I write with
is magic ink.

#blueskyrelay
There is only one knight

sitting at my round table.
My favourite hoodie

is my armour
behind these #castle
walls made of books.

#thingstowriteabout
November 25, 2025 at 12:59 PM
Starting today: a new daily writing #prompt, created & hosted by the wonderful & multi-talented @hermiteveryday.bsky.social. Looking forward to where this will take us!

#writingcommunity
The prompt for November 24, 2025 is #bookcase tag your post #thingstowriteabout
November 24, 2025 at 6:28 PM
I am a citizen of the library,
living between War and Peace
and Prinde and Prejudice.

At the weekends, I go hiking
in the tsundoku mountains.

In sleepless nights I search
the #bookcase for the volume
with my name on it.

#thingstowriteabout
November 24, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Was he abducted by aliens?
Did the villagers finally get
their revenge on him?
Was he exorcised?
Or did he drown in the depth
of his own blue eyes?
Is it #relevant?
All I know is that
another favourite actor is gone.
#RIP Udo Kier

#vss365
November 24, 2025 at 1:56 PM
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all, Charlie Brown.
When the child was a child, it walked with its arms swinging. It wanted the stream to be a river, the river a torrent, and this puddle to be the sea. When the child was a child, it didn't know it was a child, Charlie Brown.
"Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night, Charlie Brown."
November 24, 2025 at 5:03 AM
The outlines of this poem
are covered with the first
snow of the year, just like
the roofs & trees in my hometown.
#Dash to the window to watch
the silent white beauty, who knows
how long it wil last. It might rain
this afternoon.

#whistpr
November 24, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Reposted
Life is poetry in motion, but sometimes its lyrics are dark. A melody devoured, welcomed by the depth of the silence after the detonation. Until, in that nuclear Winter, the wind blows away all warmth.

And still I rise.

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#WritingCommunity #poetry
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
@darkxfer.bsky.social
November 23, 2025 at 6:58 AM
biggest #achievement
my students' respect & trust
what else do I need?

#vss365
November 23, 2025 at 11:32 AM
I grew up at the #windy
end of the world. Sometimes
I couldn't even turn the corner
& get to our front door.
Now, almost 39 years later,
the wind has blown away
most of my childhood memories
& I am asking myself: How
do you #measure loss
& memory?

#whistpr #vss365
November 23, 2025 at 8:39 AM
You entered a dance contest!

Pick your partner.
November 22, 2025 at 6:06 PM
If you see this, QTP with a gif of your favorite wild animal 🌿
November 22, 2025 at 6:02 PM
Reposted
I wrote a fictional piece about time, memory, and reading. It begins when I find a page I wrote as a child that seems to know more about me than I do. I would greatly appreciate anyone that could take the time to read it and give me feedback.

#poetry #writing #prose #fiction #writingcommunity
November 22, 2025 at 4:38 PM
After almost a good night's sleep,
a morning of aching #bones.
At breakfast, I sit opposite of you,
with my back to the window.
I can see the sunrise in your face
& a very #specific light in your eyes.

#whistpr #vss365
November 22, 2025 at 8:57 AM
#RIP Helme Heine,
Kinderbuchautor und Illustrator
& als Zeichner des kleinen
grünen Drachen Tabaluga auch
ein Teil meiner Kindheit

Vielen Dank für die vielen schönen Geschichten & Bilder! 🖤🕯️
November 21, 2025 at 4:56 PM
Reposted
#MentalHealthMatters from Solitary Retreat on Facebook
November 21, 2025 at 10:34 AM
Why is it that
every poem I looked at
with #free in the title
is about death & dying?
Isn't being free what
life is all about?
Those rare moments
when we are free
from work, from worries,
from pain, to cherish,
to breath freely.

#whistpr
November 21, 2025 at 5:11 AM
Random GIF
No explanation.
Go....
November 20, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Today turned out to be a headache day, thus, here's only the repost of an older verse I posted on the old place:

Write it down in bright
phosphorescent ink:
If we don't take #action now
we soon will be extinct.

#vss365
November 20, 2025 at 11:54 AM
Trees are the best audience.
They listen attentively
& patiently stay for
the whole performance.
Sometimes they #bend down,
all the better to hear.
After the reading, they applaude
with rustling foliage & shower
the poet with golden leaves.

#whistpr
What do you want to be? You have options. Do you want to be moss crumpled and green? Do you want to run down a hill, your arms outstretched or do you want to wait on a seesaw for a giant to sit on the other side? They are all viable choices. I’ve chosen a poetry reading with trees..

#vss365 options
November 20, 2025 at 4:47 AM
to write
or not to write.
any other #options?

#vss365
November 19, 2025 at 10:17 AM
GIF that appears when searching my name
November 19, 2025 at 10:15 AM
Like Prometheus,
with cold #iron bound
I am bound to my bed
with dream chains.
The warmth of the blanket
eats away on my motivation.
Hopefully, like his liver,
it grows back, so I can
start into a day full of #glimmer
(at least potentially)

#BlueSkyRelay
November 19, 2025 at 8:35 AM
I won't #join the Army,
camouflage doesn't suit me well.
I won't join the circus,
I'm already surrounded by enough clowns.
& here's another e-mail from a Russian woman,
asking me to join her -
but I am already spoken for
& the only thing I can say in Russian is "Doswidanja".

1/2

#whistpr
November 19, 2025 at 6:38 AM
I don't like #reality.
I've been there once, on holiday.
Can't recommend it.

#vss365
November 18, 2025 at 2:00 PM