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Merril D. Smith
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Poet, Historian, Lover of river walks and the sea. Cat Lady. Poetry Collection: River Ghosts (Nightingale & Sparrow Press) New Poetry Collection: Held Inside the Folds of Time (Jane's Studio Press).
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Another current events poem for #PoemsAbout #Undressed written after I listened to Rep. Pramila Jayapal discuss Bondi's disgusting performance at the oversight hearing. Thank you as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Waiting for a Meteor She—they—coerced, undressed by eyes and hands. She—they—unapologetic, bedecked in lies, adorned with blithering blather, perform for an audience of one, while unredacted names are trawled through the swamp-- victims, survivors, naked, exposed again-- their predators mud-crawl through the murk, like dinosaurs, not yet extinct, they rumble and hiss, smile crocodile smiles across their buried secrets, fondle their gold.
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#poemsabout #undressed

I
stand here,
my mouth agape,
Injustice surrounds
me like a cloak.
Racism
undressed.
Bare.

Bare.
Undressed,
Naked hate.
I scream aloud,
Is there no recourse?
Love is greater
than hatred.
Undressed
Love.
February 14, 2026 at 11:11 AM
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For this week's #PoemsAbout #Undressed, I'm thinking about edges made plain.

Thank you to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and
@thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers.
bodies are a boundary-- a field of nerves. not desire. undressed, the border shows. mediation gone. cover gone. skin is not softness. it is edge. a room without curtains is still a room. a body in a doorway is still a door. breath marks the air. distance remains. the throat. the hollow. edge made plain.
February 14, 2026 at 4:11 AM
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#poetrylovers , have you got your tickets to the launch of For, On, or After yet?! Join us for an afternoon/evening of sharing & celebrating the craft of poetry and those we write for, on, or after! www.eventbrite.com/e/for-on-or-...

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February 11, 2026 at 8:43 PM
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Here I am, over here! Some good ones this week!

@alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#poemsabout #undressed
February 13, 2026 at 4:39 PM
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#PoemsAbout #Undressed

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February 13, 2026 at 7:05 AM
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This #PoemsAbout #Undressed is a true one - names and nicknames changed - slightly! 😂 Thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #poetry
February 13, 2026 at 6:52 AM
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Not an easy write this time
Here's my offering for #poemsabout undressed

Again I didn't went the literal route.
#poetrycommunity
between the tents stripped of anything they wore rights, dignity and clothing because clothing constitutes identity and identity means nothing between the tents between the fences where every snap becomes a threat — electrified truncheons electrified minds detention centers modern euphemism for concentration camps where your voice becomes a hush, a whisper, then nothing worse than underfunded federal prisons, where at least there is a future outside stripped of anything they were rights, dignity and clothing because clothing constitutes being human and between the tents that's where humanity gets lost — between confiscated jeans and jewellery
February 13, 2026 at 3:40 AM
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🙏 @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #Undressed

#poetry: ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

#TheGaze #Depression #Adolescence #Vulnerability #IngmarBergman #FannyandAlexander
The Gaze Puberty has pounced, Painting my Gauche, Bumbling, Graceless Eleven-year-old self in Ever more egregious, Hormonal hues. A Year passes. We move. Felixstowe Beach, Summer 1983 - Perhaps the last time I would Look good in skinny jeans. Buoyant, voluble interludes Between bouts of familial dysfunction Punctured by a Presence that Only I seem to be aware of. Stranger: pallid, corpulent, Puffy-faced, blank-eyed Forty-year-old mother, Unseasonably clad in Black and brown layers – Mute, motionless, Expressionless, with Evident hair loss. My barely acknowledged Horror, revulsion at finding myself on a Noisy, crowded beach in Summer has likely found its Fleshy form. Simile, analogy Elude me. Incongruity: Not the woman, but the Mirth, Conviviality. Weegee. Coney Island, 1940. Girl flashes a smile at the Camera, while her Drowned boyfriend is tended to by Lifeguards. Muscled, young-buck Rubberneckers glare back at the viewer, Some perhaps in years to come: Corpses themselves – Shot up, charred, washed up - on Utah, Omaha, Iwo Jima beaches. Then I myself am Rubbernecked. Executing a maladroit Manoeuvre under a bathing towel, Changing into or out of trunks, I lock eyes with The Gaze. Her husband, children, My siblings, parents Dissolve into shits and giggles at my Twelve-year-old awkwardness. The Gaze is of those Sunk up to their oxters in Quicksand or slurry, no longer Struggling – but surrendering. Eyes glazed, resigned, but not vacant. I feel Her Gaze is parsing some Hidden portion of my psyche. Three years later, I meet The Gaze again, Watching Bergman’s Fanny and Alexander. © Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 This time, I’m a teenage Alexander Ekdahl, face to face with Aunt Elsa who – Toad-like, mute, Immobile, bed-ridden - Bodies forth the joyless, oppressive Atmosphere of the Bishop’s house. That year, I’m riveted to my own bed for Days on end by some Malignant sadness. Until my mother literally shakes me Out of it. Years of dysthymia, dislocation, Desolation follow. I scrape through School badly bruised, travel, drift, Make it to university at twenty-one. First-classed, but adrift again, I am Blindsided by the first episode of Major depression at twenty-five - Classic age of onset, apparently. Decades of recurrent bouts ensue. What did The Gaze see all those Years ago? And who was She? Shadow? Kindred Spirit? Malign Twin? Familiar? Witch trapped by a wicked spell? Or simply a clinically depressed Mother on the cusp of midlife? I often feel I was cursed-blessed by That Gaze. Was it imparting some secret Knowledge to my twelve-year-old Self? The Evil Eye, it seems, is Not Always Malevolent. © Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025
February 13, 2026 at 6:46 AM
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Roberta Writes - d'Verse, W3 and Thursday Doors roberta-writes.com/2026/02/14/r...
Roberta Writes – d’Verse, W3 and Thursday Doors
It’s been a bad week. I ended up resigning from my job yesterday. It is time but its been a hard decision because there are a lot of people I like at the firm and I know they need me. This is…
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February 14, 2026 at 10:31 AM
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For this week's #poemsabout #undressed @thebrokenspine.co.uk & @alanparrywriter.co.uk #poems #poetry #poetrycommunity
Yr Undressed attention is distracted from the undressed fist and gun to the invaders to the invaders without fists and guns away from the invaders of our private interests and family who say the fist and gun are necessary for our health and safety. Beware the invaders are here already. They are undressed in riches but need you to look at the poor undressed in small boats.
February 13, 2026 at 9:52 PM
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A fragment of poetry for #FragmentsFriday
@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social

Always squabbles about dust
on the mantelpiece
as the home crumbles.

When steam become clouds,
and rails telegraph.
February 13, 2026 at 7:32 PM
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Here's a wee poem I wrote last night for the new #fragmentsfriday from @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social
@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social - the challenge: one poem 18 words or less! #poems #poetry #poetrycommunity
Vigil I wait for you on a mourning tide wondering if hoping it will turn
February 13, 2026 at 9:46 AM
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For #valentinesday and #fragmentsfriday a night micro 🌹 😙

#poetry #micro #touch #kiss #micropoem #poet #poetry #Valentine2026 #ValentinesDay2026 #poetsofbluesky
A love poem
February 13, 2026 at 10:09 PM
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Excited to support the new project from
@matthewmcsmith.bsky.social & @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social

Here's my contribution

Looking forward to reading everyone's work
#fragmentsfriday
Brief poem about loss
February 13, 2026 at 8:38 AM
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Hullo @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and to the new 18 word maximum challenge
#fragmentsfriday
Thanks as always to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for these inventions. #poetry
My Favourite Star Is Orange And Called Alphard Historically, Heart of the Hydra earth’s atmospheric scintillations making it erratically and often rather eerily, appear to beat.
February 13, 2026 at 2:37 AM
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Beyond naked,
what exists?
You undress me
yet parts remain
hidden, no one
must ever see.

(Reworked a scrapped start for today's prompts. Kinda fits as a micro eh?)

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#fragmentsfriday #poemsabout #undressed #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry
February 13, 2026 at 2:55 PM
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Roberta Writes - “The Soldier and the Radium Girl Part 1: The Bloom of Youth, Chapter 1: Enlist in haste, repent at leisure (cont. 17 & 18)” by Roberta Eaton Cheadle roberta-writes.com/2026/02/13/r...
Roberta Writes – “The Soldier and the Radium Girl Part 1: The Bloom of Youth, Chapter 1: Enlist in haste, repent at leisure (cont. 17 & 18)” by Roberta Eaton Cheadle
Thank you, Nolcha Fox, for publishing parts 17 & 18 of this book. The end of chapter 1 is in sight. Jake Tanner Letter from Private Jake Tanner to his fiancé, Kate Henderson 8 January 1918 My d…
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February 13, 2026 at 6:13 PM
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What happens to a saucy postcard when the woman walks out on the gag? #PoemsAbout #Undressed Thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Well, Blow Me She wasn't undressed. She was undone by the breeze. The wind off the promenade had ideas of its own, lifted hems, loosened discipline, persuaded buttons to reconsider their loyalties. Nothing scandalous. Only clothing, briefly indiscreet. A hat went first, cartwheeling toward the pier. Then a towel, suddenly independent, falling to the sand. He stood nearby trying to behave like a lighthouse, upright, firm, wishing for a stronger gust. "Terribly draughty," she said, holding everything in place with one heroic elbow. Even her bathing suit was inclined to misbehave. Just a temporary rearrangement of respectability. A bit of pink will make the boys wink. And when the wind had quite finished, she stepped out of the postcard, and now laughs when the pen is in his hand.
February 13, 2026 at 6:01 AM
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Intriguing #PoemsAbout prompt today #Undressed, so it will be fascinating to see what the #PoetryCommunity makes of it. Here's my response, a sideways take on the oldest story of all. Many thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
February 13, 2026 at 9:06 AM
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CW: drug mention

Ecstasy
undressed me
flashbang brain,
lights tasted
of licorice,
drug to mask
the pain, keep
dancing, never stop
you won't feel
a thing.

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February 13, 2026 at 1:21 PM
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Another school day learning of whale falls-such a moving , amazing process!🙂

A last dignity
When a whale falls who sees?
One life gives so much...

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#smallpoemsunday
February 8, 2026 at 6:18 PM
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#PoemsAbout #Undressed @thebrokenspine.co.uk
I will put a reading in the comments:
SURPRISE, ARIZONA, surprise, America! Don’t be shocked when your inalienable rights are gutted and docked, when your wounds fester undressed to pay for those considered more blessed and Trump invokes without cause the (White) Supremacy Clause and the only protections you can Depend on to Prevail are His Heinous’s undies in the diaper pail, and though that shit may be classified the stink in the West Wing has ossified. This is the new Middle Passage, when we the people buy mega maga warehouses and the American Eichmann, Todd Lyons, doesn’t lie when he says he’s gonna store and mail people like products, and Captain Kristi Nemo dreams she’s sailing the brown bodies south, 20,000 leagues under the law, selling their souls to buy more storage, jettisoning babies like ballast. And human beings are dying and worse, conditions that mimic the sinful ships in the hold of a past far from perfect we believed we had buried in the history books now banned or burned so the children won’t learn of the Clotilda, the Brookes, the Zong, the Wanderer. What’s going on, when far too far from our truths we have wandered and far too much of our treasure is squandered?
February 13, 2026 at 5:21 AM
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For #PoemsAbout #undressed for today’s prompt from @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk I offer this wee poem. It was all that came to mind. No doubt could do with work. Will read as and when my head allows. Have a good #poetry day folks.
A poem by Debbie Ross entitled Not So Artificial Manipulation text in two stanzas as follows: They used to undress us with their eyes, on tube trains and buses. Now they undress us with Al in their homes, on their phones, those sick, sleazy Grok guys.
February 13, 2026 at 6:23 AM
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It's Friday, and #PoemsAbout. Welcome all who write, read, like, comment, share.
I went down a dark path this week for #Undressed, the outcome of watching a documentary series about propaganda; vulnerability from the wrong angle.
After a hasty Thursday rewrite something more mellow emerged.
Kintsugi my thorns swallowed hard spur and wound coiled knotted dug over down plaited a crown sharpness melted scars healed tears forged wabi-sabi lustre fracture and flaw imperfect beauty my gift © Glenn Barker February 2026
February 13, 2026 at 8:04 AM
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Daylight undressed in
Twilight layers, revealing
Midnight skin beneath.
#PoemsAbout #undressed #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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February 13, 2026 at 8:27 AM