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𝖺𝗐𝖾-𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽𝗌
𝖺 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖲𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌
𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾

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#TankaThursday | #table
#tanka
A recent photo of "Bloody Sky" (from Wikipedia: "Rangitoto is Māori for 'Bloody Sky' with the name coming from the full phrase Ngā Rangi-i-totongia-a Tama-te-kapua ("The days of the bleeding of Tama-te-kapua")" It was a tumultuous, windy day at Narrow Neck Beach near Devonport. The high tide didn't leave much room for beachcombing, and that was wonderful in its own way. The sky was capricious, moody, changeable. One moment bright sun, the next, dark and overcast, the next a mix of the two. Sitting on a bench on the concrete wall/pathway, I felt a sense of awe in the presence of Rangitoto, already mighty even tho' still young in age. The waters of Hauraki Gulf were choppy and churned, dark and gloomy as opposed to the at-times tranquil turquoise. The clouds above appeared as if the volcano was puffing out smoke from an imagined eruption in the making. As Bloody Sky breathed his clouds into existence, I felt humbled to be in such a powerful yet sacred space in this moment in time.
November 27, 2025 at 12:23 AM
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we are called
to gather at the table
our dear earth
used and abused
still offers us her bounty

#TankaThursday table #TankaPoem #micropoetry #tanka
#givingthanks #life
November 27, 2025 at 2:44 PM
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That Which We Hold – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Shape in the granite taken at Flat Rock reserve along the Blackwood River, October 2025. That Which We Hold Rock has its own beauty,a silent strengthin an otherwise transientlandscape where nothingstays for long,there are times whenrock is…
That Which We Hold – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Shape in the granite taken at Flat Rock reserve along the Blackwood River, October 2025. That Which We Hold Rock has its own beauty,a silent strengthin an otherwise transientlandscape where nothingstays for long,there are times whenrock is lonely and reaches out for lifesometimes hanging on towhatever strays over its skin,like a frog with a fly…
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November 27, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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For tanka weekly #poetry challenge

November 27, 2025

this week’s prompt: table

write a tanka using prompt & include hashtag #TankaThursday #TankaPoem #micropoetry

With much thanks to @evecastle.bsky.social
November 27, 2025 at 12:23 PM
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b x b x c x 2 = 2b²c

At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about numbers, for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets - Poetics - 1, 2, 3 ... Go! Image by Omar Medina from Pixabay b x b x c x 2 = 2b²c2b or not 2bis a question I'dleave well alone,2c or not 2c…
b x b x c x 2 = 2b²c
At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about numbers, for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets - Poetics - 1, 2, 3 ... Go! Image by Omar Medina from Pixabay b x b x c x 2 = 2b²c2b or not 2bis a question I'dleave well alone,2c or not 2c…
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November 26, 2025 at 1:25 PM
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I’ve Been Meaning To – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

For Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 40, Double Ennead Photo: found at thegardenfixes.com Melissa Is our host and she invites us to - write Double Enneads. The Double Ennead is a form created by Colleen Chesebro for 99-word stories at Carrot…
I’ve Been Meaning To – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
For Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 40, Double Ennead Photo: found at thegardenfixes.com Melissa Is our host and she invites us to - write Double Enneads. The Double Ennead is a form created by Colleen Chesebro for 99-word stories at Carrot Ranch. The Double Ennead is composed of three stanzas of 33 syllables each, for a total of 99.
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November 25, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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Tending My Life – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write a haibun that references transformation. dVerse Poets - Haibun - Transformation Photo: found at smartgreengarden.com Tending My Life Feelings rise, emotions evolve and disrupt even in…
Tending My Life – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write a haibun that references transformation. dVerse Poets - Haibun - Transformation Photo: found at smartgreengarden.com Tending My Life Feelings rise, emotions evolve and disrupt even in the nicest of ways, but it's not he moment or the day, it's my equilibrium even by a thin fleeting slice. It's all mine, the frogs in the pond might sense my feelings but they don't necessarily share them, and if the did would I ever know?
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November 25, 2025 at 12:40 PM
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Insidious – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at contractors.com InsidiousThat feeling ofsoft black mouldpowderysmudges along crispwhite linen or mellow plasternot yet yellowed,insidiousfills the airwhen disturbedlike a volcano,such a tiny sporeseeds of deathsmooth as life. Copyright 2025…
Insidious – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found at contractors.com InsidiousThat feeling ofsoft black mouldpowderysmudges along crispwhite linen or mellow plasternot yet yellowed,insidiousfills the airwhen disturbedlike a volcano,such a tiny sporeseeds of deathsmooth as life. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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November 24, 2025 at 1:19 PM
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Maybe a bit off-script for #poemsabout #dogtags but it's what emerged - a quick poem on names and seasons of a relationship. Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk & @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poems #poetry
Call me by any name spring sunshine graces your smile birds sing in praise of all the saints as we amble through the market holding hands you call me by any name that means love summer heat warms to our conversation young birds fledge, their nests left behind we run for the bus, not fast enough to catch it you call me by names only we can know autumn comes early, rains close around us the birds will leave for warmer lands as smoke from cosy hearths fills the air you call me in a hushed voice winter is hard, a northerly wind brings snow those who are left search for shelter you are wrapped up against the elements you call me to say goodbye
November 21, 2025 at 9:01 AM
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It's Friday, it's not Crackerjack, but it is time for another episode of #PoemsAbout. A difficult theme this week with #DogTags, and a natural leaning towards the military. I have no idea if this one works.
Join in the conversation; post, like, comment and repost. 📬
The Ordinariness of Things It’s the bitter relish of conditioning, eyes to sight, range load the duty program horror-fantasy-reality game safety catch off, initiate offensive. Bin the logic, break out the Shock and Awe toolkit, practice, perfect, engage combat autopilot. Now is everything but nothing without the pieces: soldier, sailor, airman and factory worker. This week: stamping widgets knob, lever, switch, key 997, 998, 999, 1000 shift over, head for home town, household unit, me and you. Next week: stamping military IDs regular, volunteer, conscript 997, 998, 999, 1000 battle rhythm, always on blood group, service number, surname. © Glenn Barker November 2025
November 21, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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For #poemsabout #Dogtags @alanparrywriter.co.uk @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social
Dogtags Since the autocracy got in promising more freedom, less immigrants, reduce crime figures we wear Electronic Dogtags. Those who refused were deported. Natives, close friends, the sick and elderly. Surveillance tags used to buy goods and services prices tailored to your job, and where you live. Injected Just above your fifth vertebrae, so removal will break your spine. Links to ai in your phone and Appliances in the home, who decide when you eat, exercise, have sex, your social life. For your own safety, and those of others.
November 21, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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Good morning! For #PoemsAbout #DogTags Another tough one! Thank you to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk #Poetry
Poem: Weighted Silence The air is heavy with silence, the quiet is a roar of denial– there is no war, no marching bands no cheering crowds no reports of fallen soldiers, (tagged and tattooed in advance) no one cries, no one is seen crying, all support, we’re in full support, this operation’s to protect and save— do not say otherwise, wiser to say nothing at all. The air is heavy with silence. That silence is heavy with fear.
November 21, 2025 at 12:38 PM
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My contribution for #poemsabout #dogtags

#poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
#poetry

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MALAISE MACHINE honour thy dead battling on thine behalf grand funerals, even more shots fired in pretentious farewell feeding war machines feeding newsrooms starving children not close enough for comfort yet far enough to unsee emaciated bodies untie knots of humanity dog tags dropped remnants of false glory left and forgotten mounds of corpses growing steadily matthias geh
November 21, 2025 at 6:43 AM
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For #PoemsAbout #DogTags
Will come back later to read others and comment. A slightly long poem today, will understand if you give it a miss. Thank you! 🙏 💫

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#Oulens #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry
#poetrycommunity #poetry
Of Certificates and Of Those Missing - C. Oulens I was born happy and blue! A little confused coz there seemed a lot of hullabaloos over this fact and that I did not wail and kept my eyes shut—they even discriminate against babies that are introvert! Oh c’mon, what’s the deal with this—I thought—should I gawk wide at the beauty of sunshine? Can I not let it seep in with time? Have they not learnt from dawn, of light’s slow release? Should I let the sun jump on me and damage my eyes? Let’s say I concede to that, but why, oh why—should they want me to shriek? Then I heard my mom’s wail—Yeah, well, emotional blackmail commences as early as that—even before they’ve prepared your destiny’s sketch (and the many certificates of mismatch). Besides, they were shaking me (and what not—uncomfortably)—so, with an eye roll, I kindly complied and delivered a heart-rending scream—an encore to my mom’s premature mournful cries (it seemed she thought I got born with an intent to die)—and to my bafflement—followed by a roomful of applause and cheer—it now appeared I had claimed my first entitlement of existence—certified in a registry. … and that, in short, is my introduction to a kind world that said—undocumented—you’ve had your heartful—henceforth the world would appreciate if you kept your screams inside and your tears dry—there’s too much, anyway, to pass by. And sunshine I found is not infinite—how can it be when some are looking to steal from you with a sleight of hand—but some, at the edge of abyss, will find a bagful of a warm wish—unclassified, uncertified. I am not happy but I’m happily blue. I stole too—some stars—of a blue moon—committing poetry—without standard devices—without requisite licences—without certificates to earn.
November 21, 2025 at 6:22 AM
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This week's #PoemsAbout #DogTags got me thinking about what should the world know about you in an emergency?

Thank you to the host
@alanparrywriter.co.uk and
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
and to all of the other writers.

#poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets
Dog Tag On hold with the repair shop I draw concentric circles on a lavender piece of junk mail. I write my own name so many times it starts to feel vulgar— unspeakable. There’s a flyer telling me to be all I can be-- dog tags dangling. The small weight of a name you can’t put down. To pass the time, I make a list of the three things the world would need to know to save me. But nothing comes. Only my own breathing down the dumb phone and the blank page waiting.
November 22, 2025 at 1:50 AM
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November 21, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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I offer this for #poemsabout #dogtags @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets
Ukrainian Dog Tags     No one wore them We all knew who they were Boys at play in vineyards And wheatfields Almost grown Into fine men Ploughed under On battlefields Watered with tears - Bloodied homeland Invasion Reaps only what it sows karen pierce gonzalez
November 21, 2025 at 5:32 PM
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Wolves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: found at factualamerica.com WolvesEvery cult has oneif only in practice,found in grovesstone temples at altarsin robeswith bejewelled paraphernaliaancient wordsas antidotes forguilt, but noassuage for shame,ordinarily thiswould be fineuntil civil…
Wolves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image: found at factualamerica.com WolvesEvery cult has oneif only in practice,found in grovesstone temples at altarsin robeswith bejewelled paraphernaliaancient wordsas antidotes forguilt, but noassuage for shame,ordinarily thiswould be fineuntil civil powertakes on the mantle. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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November 23, 2025 at 1:19 PM
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Where do we get our inspiration? This beautiful post of #art by @resalis.bsky.social inspired by my new #poetry collection, Held Inside the Folds of Time. Thank you so much, Resa!
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Held Inside the Folds of Time
by: Merril D. Smith This book of poetry is luscious, rich with words and resplendent with photographs. It inspired me to draw. Sister Songs This was the first poem that I remembered when I fin…
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November 22, 2025 at 11:42 AM
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Battle Scars – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night (with live edition Saturday) - the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets - OLN Image by Silvia from Pixabay Battle ScarsOnly I can see themfeel themthose thin lineslong callousedno longer crimson,battle…
Battle Scars – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night (with live edition Saturday) - the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets - OLN Image by Silvia from Pixabay Battle ScarsOnly I can see themfeel themthose thin lineslong callousedno longer crimson,battle scars of everythingever saidthat cuts me closeand leaves me as broken for dead,and here I am, butam I healed? Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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November 21, 2025 at 2:39 PM
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For #PoemsAbout #DogTags
with thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
A poem that uses military dog tags as a metaphor for relationship battles.
November 21, 2025 at 1:34 PM
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Researching this week's column, I stumbled across something that amazed me:
the near-absence of reliable data about climate impacts over most of the
world. Due to the rich world's failure to fund research. We don't know
because our governments don't care. www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...
There’s a catastrophic black hole in our climate data – and it’s a gift to deniers | George Monbiot
Climate sceptics tell us that more people die of extreme cold than extreme heat. What’s the truth? asks Guardian columnist George Monbiot
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November 21, 2025 at 8:07 AM
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Tomorrow we mark the moment: #PoemsAbout #DogTags. Not just war—what we carry, what we’re called. Post from Friday. Tag #PoemsAbout or you’ll vanish in the feed. Use Alt Text. Get your prompt boost: shorturl.at/0Xm7A
Image shows a tightly cropped view of many dog tags hanging together, suggesting remembrance or loss. Visual elements consistent: The Broken Spine logo top left, website top right, and bold bottom right text: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #DOGTAGS".
November 20, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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A Tanka – by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Christo Anestev from Pixabay Form: Tanka (5-7-5-7-7) surely predestineddrinky bar conversationrising inflectionstrongest momentum yardsticktaxi rockets to her place Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️Originally posted on…
A Tanka – by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Christo Anestev from Pixabay Form: Tanka (5-7-5-7-7) surely predestineddrinky bar conversationrising inflectionstrongest momentum yardsticktaxi rockets to her place Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️Originally posted on @pvcannon.bsky.social 6.11.25
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November 20, 2025 at 1:24 PM
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Roberta Writes - Guest Post: D.L. Finn with her new book, Ghosts & Miracles Past: A Christmas Collection Two and a review roberta-writes.com/2025/11/20/r...
Roberta Writes – Guest Post: D.L. Finn with her new book, Ghosts & Miracles Past: A Christmas Collection Two and a review
Thank you for having me on your incredible blog today, Robbie, to share the release of Ghosts & Miracles Past: A Christmas Collection Two. I’m really grateful for your support! Interview Do you…
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November 20, 2025 at 12:00 PM