Mizz Whozza Whazzit
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
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Poet, Writer, Host of Emoetry poetry prompt, Progressive Democrat, developer/engineer, ally of all, advocacy for victims of sexual violence, mental health and disability rights. Love music, animals, dark humor and cursing. Runner and DJ.
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#Emoetry prompt for 10/12/2025

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#Haunted

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mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#Emoetry prompt for 10/12/2025

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#Haunted

#writingcommunity #poetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
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yhenryg.bsky.social
she was easy to spot,
even in the dark.
The shiny red #raincoat stood out.
When she walked,
her #knee peeked out.
It was a #sublime #thing,
#giddiness took me to the #top.
Then the pouring rain
wiped everything out

#vss365 #vssdaily #BlueskyRelay #2WordPrompt #emoetry
mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
Wouldn’t that be nice? Great poem
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bennske-urameshi.bsky.social
“all smiles, warm light..”

#Emoetry
mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
Thine kiss
be #sweet as honey
and soft as silk,
touch as
tantalizing
as an
after-dark tale;
and I will
savor thee

#whistpr #poetry
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arwashington.bsky.social
A #Solseed Joint
“A prompt, a pulse
—a purposeful
soul to water a seed.

medium.com/@Ms.AWashing...

Op-Ed: DV Awareness
Ms. AWashington
#BlackWriters #BlackAuthors
#BlackSkyRelay #BlackWellness #DV #IPV #Wellness #Women
#DomesticViolenceAwareness
#IntimatePartnerViolence
@arwashington.bsky.social
Beyond Awareness: Addressing the Realities of Domestic Violence 2025
Ms. AWashington | ARW-RAW
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yeehawpoems.bsky.social
Romanticize the gusset
don't actually do that
stop, wait why are you
already writing a poem
about diamond reinforcement
in fabric construction
stop don't make that a poem
someone save us
the world is in ruins

#poetry
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yeehawpoems.bsky.social
#Giddiness in #CywyddDeuairFyrion

I see you there,
we both just stare
with joyful grins
and hearts in spin
for a moment
all else absent
craved reunion
restitution

#poetry #emoetry
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sheilaeh.bsky.social
they unleash violence with giddiness
crazed unfettered monsters
performing for their masters
believing there will be no consequence

#Emoetry #prompt #Giddiness
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fliddais.bsky.social
What does today
Have in store
You, me, my life
Everything I adore
Change of the tides
I feel myself smiling
You smile back
And I tumble
My world crumbles
Giddiness subsides
As I feel once more

#emoetry #giddiness #poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry
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thispeterlomas.bsky.social
Poem.

From the fragility of our strength
and small moments of our wonder
from the sum of separate selfishness
comes the knowing of the rose

#poetry #poem #poems #BlueskyPoetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #Emoetry
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mother-poet.bsky.social
wisteria long
gone, at least for now; she will
return, giddy and

new, after frosts; after freeze;
once again hard to contain

#BlueSkyArtShow #Glow #emoetry #giddiness #poem #poetry #bloomscrolling #sunset #photography
Wisteria growing in my old neighborhood last spring
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more timelessly pathetic — a love letter to vertigo, rain, and a bad 90s pop song.
#Giddiness #Raincoat #Sublime
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more timelessly pathetic

vertigo in the body tips us
from high windows or low times,
spinning in or out,
it doesn’t even matter.

i sit down,
plastic slick against skin,
and write you a postcard:

giddy sublime raincoat
on one side.
things i need
scrawled in all caps
on the other,
like a used-car-sale sign.

the ink running from rain
stains my sleeves.

this is all just the body
dissolving into perception.
the ache of still existing
what we find inside it—
the beauty, i mean,
or the sublime.

i don’t know.
there’s a 90s pop song
about a raincoat.

i always hated that song.