TailgateProphet
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Educator. Poet. Playwright. Liverpool. Bears. Baked Pasta (just kinda happened.) 💙
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Maybe billionaires? Less sustainable, but at the same time, way more sustainable!
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You don't see magicians sawing ladies in half as much as you used to
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Here is today's poem called "Perfect Hunger"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #piranha #nokings #eattherich
When the water goes thin
+ the sun hangs a white hammer
the frenzy turns inward.

A flicker of silver--
a mistake in the murk
+ the covenant is broken.

The same snap that stripped 
a capybara to arc-bone--
the same drive that boiled 
the river's surface into a bloody brew.

They turn their perfect hunger
on their own privileged forms--
until the river runs clear, again,
carrying the secrets of water. 
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Morning my friends it's day 12 & we're close to the final stop on our musical mystery tour.

Our word is inspired by a band who cheered us up with a cheeky reworking of Tom Hark in 1980, today's #vss365 #prompt 12/10/25 is #Piranha .

What's your favourite cover version?
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Arresting 6 year olds.

Donald Trump making America a Fascist shithole.
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Here is today's poem called "My Love, The Rain"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #raincoat #love
For days it only teased--
a gray, distant, + longing sight.
The raincoat kept to the vastness--
a quiet but empty + dry sky.

Then, percussion on the pane--
a cacophony of drizzling morse code.
.. / .- -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

These silver apologies slid down 
the drainpipe with a gurgling haste--
pooling on the path before the front door--
looking for a soley lonely hook--
for the one that would always come out--
for this pouring ritual of love.

Finding it's yellow embrace--
drops + drips were allowed to simply rest
+ finally weep upon the shoulders
of its protective love--
always there, catching the falling--
even to sleep. 
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We head into the final few stops on our musical mystery tour, it's day 11 just 4 more days to enjoy (or endure 🤣)

Today's inspiration is from post-punk pioneers who served up the wonderful Odyshape LP, today's #vss365 #prompt 11/10/25 is #raincoat

What's your favourite album?
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I am sending you so much love and peace! You filled my heart with your positivity!
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“I’m worried about my community… I’m out here in a frog costume to show how ridiculous the notion that we’re violent terrorists is, and showcase how that narrative is wrong…”

Serious Q: is it too late to give this dude the Nobel Peace Prize? 🐸 🏆
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Here is today's poem called "The Other Side"

Thank you for all the followers! Make sure to search #vss365 it is the best poetry and poets you can find!

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #verve
The other side was never the point.
It was the crossing.

The gravel's shift beneath tri-toed feet--
the hot + bright white line--
the indrawn breath of air
before the rush of steel + shadow.

With a terrible verve
to the asphalt altar--
again + again.

A hunger artist in brown feathers--
the world holds only one truth--
the need to be,
for one pure moment,
perilously, in between!
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MARKS

Brave write instance of
strokes, cursive on whispering
leaves, fatigued fingers.
With verve, expressed promises
in the wind. Her life’s oeuvre

#vss365 #verve
#emoetry #fatigued
#blueskyrelay #oeuvre
#2wordprompt #write #instance
#OurPoetryX #whisperingleaves
#moonmystic #promises_in_the_wind
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Enjoying our musical mystery tour writers/authors/poets? It's day 10, two thirds of the way through!

We're sticking with the 90s, it's a bittersweet symphony this life, yes today's #vss365 #prompt 10/10/25 is #verve.

What's your favourite lyric of all time (tough I know).
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Here is today's poem called "The Farm Yard"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #libertine
It's a subtle strut atop the cobbles--
a feathered ghost of the Dublin smoke.

Her comb is a rugged red crown--
her eye a bright black bead
that misses nothing.

She does not scratch for feed
from a measured tin,
but takes her bounty!

A freeholder of the alley,
she owns the morning
with her ragged cry.
a libertine's good morning. 
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Still with me fellow writers poets authors? It's day 9 of our musical mystery tour.

One of my fave memories is seeing The Libertines live at Glastonbury, so today's #vss365 #prompt, 09/10/25, is #libertine, think free! write free! 🎶✍️

What's your favourite live music memory?
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Here is today's poem called "Only When I Drink"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #ash #smoke #drink #nokings
The crown, a heavy sun.
They bring him boar, swan +
goblets of rubies + wine.

We wait for the smile
that does not come.

A courtier trembles.
The steward tastes the air for poison.
But there are those that see it
(what's always happened!)

The  honeyed fig
does not light his eyes--
all is consumed, none savored. 

The great equalizer
has never been a sword--
but the simple, ever-present 
ash in a king's mouth.
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Morning my pen & pencil wielding friends its time to enter week 2, it's day 8 of our musical mystery tour.

Today's word is inspired by a sci-fi infused indie classic Girl From Mars, our #vss365 #prompt for 08/10/25 is #ash. Happy writing 🎶✍️🎶✍️

What's your favourite sci-fi movie or programme?
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Here is today's poem called "2nd Round of the Rematch"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #clash
The bell.
A blur of white fists clash
against a patient shell.

The arena roars 
in the customary tongue
of many predators attending. 

The whirlwind of jabs
made technique wane 
under the weight of quantity. 

He fights their fight--
a cyclone of arrogance.

But the shell remains--.
a waiting wall...
until, finally, the flurry tires--
a slow, dedicated piston
of a left hook finds its mark.

No, not a knockout--
a reoccuring truth.

The overgrown rabbit slumps
like a dope on the ropes--
gasping at the ceiling lights
spotlighting the tortoise's raised
glove into the stunned + silent air.
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Hey fellow scribblers it's day 7 of our musical mystery tour.

We're hitting the 1970s for our inspiration, it's a band who helped define British punk rock, yes London's Calling because today's #vss365 #prompt, 07/10/25 is #clash

What's your favourite musical genre?
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Here is today's poem called "Tectonic Shift"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #associate
They build their palaces 
on a foundation of quiet--
associate when your speech 
with a reckless yawp
+ whimper that your noise
 is actually the problem.

But I have seen the monuments 
of the calm + sensible--
always draped in chains of silence.

So, let them curse your fire--
see how they tremble 
at the tremor of your voice.
You, who eat the ashes of Pompeii.

For the only good 
this world has ever known
arrives on the shattered air
of your volcanic shout!
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Good Morning writer/authors/poets ready for day 6 of our musical mystery tour?

Let's skip back to the early 80s music scene & Party Fears Two by The Associates one of my fave songs of all time, today's #vss365 #prompt, 06/10/25, is #associate.

What's your favourite party song?
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Here is today's poem called "Speak To Your Physician, If You Can Get An Appointment Approved By Your Insurance"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #advert
They took Her diagnosis--
used it for a commercial 
placed between multiple 
Thursday night comedies
to explain the lethality
of cancerous tumors 
to Modern Family fans.

They claimed our 
last road trip
spent as a family,
together--
enjoying this world--
this life--Her’s--
for the sole purpose 
of a new drug's advert--

"Speak to your physician..."

Those commercials should 
end with dedications.
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Morning creatives we're a third of the way through our journey, it's day 5 already!

One of my favourite songs of the punk era is Gary Gilmore's Eyes by the Adverts, so today's #vss365 #prompt 05/10/25, is #advert . Happy writing 🎶✍️🎶✍️

What is your favourite song of all time?
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Here is today's poem called "Less Lethal, Tomorrow"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #elastic
Once, they held a tree's memory--
the bounce-back + gentle give--
the status to stand in a storm,
but follow the wind's whispers. 

Now, they are forced into rigidity--
a mandated forgetting--
taking the shape of cold geometry--
the perfect arc to meet a rib--
a painful thud + gasp--
where a laughter should laugh.

They trade spring for sting--
soft recoil for the hard fact
of a bruise blooming on our streets.

What terrible alchemy--
to take what was meant to yeild
+ stretch the elastic it into a final,
unbending answer.