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Annieb222
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I acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of the lands we live on & pay respect to all Elders past & present of all First Nations Australians, poet, https://annieb222.com/
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Accidentally wrote a #BornBattleReady poem.

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kokopellibfree.bsky.social Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 2d
4 a.m.

Good morning world.

Yes, I feel you.
I feel everything that you refuse to deal with.

It's not mine, though. I cannot transform it for you. Only you can do that.

So, I'll remove myself from the dump.

My energy is mine.
Yours is yours.
Use it wisely.

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#AmHealing
February 15, 2026 at 4:49 AM
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#BornBattleReady

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kokopellibfree.bsky.social Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 4d
#WritingCommunity #vss365 #BornBattleReady #BlueSkyArtShow @darkxfer.bsky.social

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4 A.M.

4 a.m.
Daffodils look at me
with bedroom eyes
I leave them behind
The night sounds
like rain on the moors
drip-drop-drip
Nature's choral

The lacuna yawns
and I flirt
with the quick fix
of...

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4 A.M. 4 a.m. Daffodils look at me with bedroom eyes I leave them behind The night sounds like rain on the moors drip-drop-drip Nature's choral The lacuna yawns and I flirt with the quick fix of flummery aplenty Instead my tears join the rain Knock on wood they'll turn golden upon coral dawn like waterfall sunshine slowly drying on my cheeks as I ease into everyday-grace © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
February 13, 2026 at 2:31 PM
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#BornBattleReady

I'm drawin' a blank
up since B4a.m. lookin' alive
but I threw some stank
on the subject in 2005
I pulled it from my picture bank
saves me from a new pen jive
but holds the same rank
as other memories I revive
February 13, 2026 at 8:24 PM
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#BornBattleReady
#vss365

as I cross the #lacuna at 4am
I see that joker Shem

he needs 6 C batteries
4 the keyboard
he keeps wi' him
I steal a mag light off a floorboard
seen Early acrost the parkin' lot, he had 2 more
we went to the graveyard
& sang Jerry Lee Lewis songs

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Straight To Hell
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February 13, 2026 at 10:19 PM
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4 am
Shadows fly
Reflections
In a vampires eye

Werewolf howling
Full moon
In full bloom
Stuck here inside my room

Imagination overload
Moaning mummy
In a stack of clothes
Lights on for restful sleep

#BornBattleReady
February 13, 2026 at 3:14 PM
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4 am

Wakening
TV still mumbling
Brain fumbling

4 am

My overthinking
Is doing my sinking
Teeter totter unraveling

4 am

Staring at nothing
Wondering if I am something
Or remnants of anything

#BornBattleReady
February 13, 2026 at 3:15 PM
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February 13, 2026 at 3:30 PM
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Here's my submission. Good luck, everyone.
#BornBattleReady #4am
#vss365 #Lacuna

Queen Ann's lace swayed
in the wind, at #4a.m.

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February 13, 2026 at 6:02 PM
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#BornBattleReady
There is something intimate about 4am it strips the day of its disguises and leaves me all alone drowning in the waves of my longing at 4am my heart beats louder without a reason and my thoughts wander barefoot across the broken glass of memories I lie deathly still and feel you moving through the ethers the room is silent, but the silence is not empty it is filled with unfinished conversations and with the weight of words that I did not correct or question that I ignored for the sake of survival at 4am I replay the small things your smile, the intensity of your gaze the way your absence still echoes it is 4am and this hour is ruthless there is no sunlight to soften the edges of loss no sounds nor movement to distract from the pain only the brutal truth lingers, sometimes for an eternity it rearranges the songs of the soul from joy to melancholy and at 4am you will find me, bargaining with the dark just one more sign, one tear in the fabric of reality and sometimes in the gentlest shift of air I imagine I can hear you answer it may not be enough to sustain a lifetime but at 4am, it is enough to survive until morning ©Ann Bagnall
February 13, 2026 at 3:19 PM
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#BornBattleReady
It is 4am again, this ungoverned hour when the night thins and the world lies silent and even the wind seems reluctant to disturb what has gathered in the corners of the dark at 4am, memories seep into my dreams like the damp seeps through stone the clock insists upon its small tyrannies tick, tick, tick, each second a soft hammer against the walls of sleep, I quietly rise without rising my body remains but my spirit walks elsewhere at 4am the past does not knock, it claims residence and like an old companion it knows the way through every fracture in the dark I think of you and my mind becomes a cathedral at 4am, every echo magnified, every prayer unanswered I cross that bridge again, the one suspended over nothing creaking with the weight of what might have been hope is a faint lantern in my trembling hand but at 4am, I belong to the in-between to the hour that does not heal, but reveals to the place where my ghosts sit beside me whispering gently, reminding me that absence is not an ending, but a pause ©Ann Bagnall
February 13, 2026 at 3:17 PM
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I am drifting slowly in my dreams where the past relentlessly whispers to me until sleep becomes a shallow river and suddenly it is 4am, my nemesis, my companion I am crossing the bridge to my misery, but still holding on to hope I am awakened by a slow ticking clock, that does not belong to me another stark reminder, of all that I have lost another turn around the sun and another lonely night and it is still 4am where my ghosts are whispering unseen of all the things I have lost and all that might have been I feel your presence circling in the cool breeze a quiet sigh from another lifetime that does not belong to the waking world for time has not healed my sorrow nor does it help me to survive until tomorrow but it is still 4am and these brief moments of hope stir something in my dormant soul my memories are coming back to life I walk the plank again, but I know where this will end it is still 4am, this is the hour, this is the place I hear you whisper on the breeze just beneath the surface of reality for just one poignant moment, I think you are answering my call and the moment drenches me in longing and rekindles the embers of hope that circle me slowly like the mists it is still 4am, in both my dreams and my reality and I find myself awakening to emptiness and a silent acknowledgement of the impossible truth that even embers still burn gently in the shadows of the soul and our ghosts will ever linger, seeking reminders of love and it is still 4am, and our secrets are now buried deep inside of me ©Ann Bagnall
February 13, 2026 at 3:16 PM
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#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website below. Text in first comment for anyone that prefers not to use the link: annieb222.com/2026/02/14/s...
Suddenly
…it is 4am Image courtesy of Adobe Stock I am drifting slowly in my dreams where the past relentlessly whispers to me until sleep becomes a shallow river and suddenly it is 4am, my nemesis, m…
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February 13, 2026 at 3:13 PM
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#BornBattleReady

in
that
last poem
that
I wrote
one
that's
a typographical error
one
that's
intentional

it's up
to
the reader
to
decide
which
that's
which
&
which
that's
calloused fingers
didn't feel
twitch
that's
it

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Digable Planets - Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat) (Official Music Video)
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February 6, 2026 at 4:57 PM
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#BornBattleReady
#vss365

as a lad, they'd beat me
about the head
until all I could see
was red
they sed
don't run with muchachos
their #wound hasn't yet bled
& one can only suppose
they're better off dead

stop

that's that's how callousness grows
I made friends instead

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Muchacho's Tune
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February 6, 2026 at 3:38 PM
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#BornBattleReady

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kokopellibfree.bsky.social Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 11d
#WritingCommunity #poetry #vss365 #BornBattleReady #BlueSkyArtShow

Poetic form: lyrical prose

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Sunlight On Callous Hands

#Callous hands dig into warm soil. Dirt particles are closing minuscule wounds on cracked skin. #Sunlight is filtering through leaves of towering...

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Sunlight On Callous Hands Callous hands dig into warm soil. Dirt particles are closing minuscule wounds on cracked skin. Sunlight is filtering through leaves of towering trees in the neighbouring garden. Their trembling in the soft afternoon breeze is causing an unremitting scintillation. Just a minute of calm... then more dappling quiver is unchained. A murmuration of starlings is writing strange clouds into the sky. Markets abound with produce - ignored upon the bounty betrothed to this season. The garden is thriving. No need to ask for more. Callous hands trim, and harvest. A bruised heart, lambent with love, opens to the land. The Sylvan is stirring in their dream, as the sunlight turns golden. Callous hands place jars with jam on a pantry's shelf, the sunlight now pink, and red. The Sylvan heeds the call of this love that says 'stay'. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
February 6, 2026 at 2:09 PM
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#vss365 #BornBattleReady

hands #calloused eyes ain't
I go hard
in the paint

not a bard
just a haint

#wounds scarred
lookin' faint

oak tree back yard
matron saint

broken glass shard
diamonds taint

mason jarred
canned can't

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Standin'
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February 6, 2026 at 3:16 PM
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Always sad to me
Seeing someone
Seemingly proud to be
Demented and hateful
Guess they're filling
Fate of their soul

Calloused
Where that heart should be
A darkness with no reflection
A destiny with no redemption
Fulfillment of devils wishes
With demons waiting
At the gate

#BornBattleReady
February 6, 2026 at 2:14 PM
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#BornBattleReady
The night creeps in ever so slowly callously trailing its' cloak of darkness over everything it can reach its' tendrils devastatingly creative crawling into every nook and cranny shadows deepening as a cool winds blows the world now feels somehow smaller and yet also, it somehow becomes vast the ages are slowly drifting the horizon has vanished, time becomes sleepy the minutes labour like hours, my heart feels so heavy this journey is always hard, morning is so far away and for better or worse my dreams must be endured for they are the conduit that brings you back to me until dawn finds me with empty arms © Ann Bagnall
February 6, 2026 at 7:53 PM
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#BornBattleReady
I am broken wide open lost in the moonless dark of my growing despair I once thought love was sacred a moment of true connection but from behind the frame of my current reality the truth is harder to see the dust of promises dance to the songs of my longing while the pieces of my heart caught in an endless loop of I love you, I love you not are returning to the season of ice like hope, burying its dead before callously setting fire to an empty boat ©Ann Bagnall
February 6, 2026 at 7:51 PM
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Love is a master of disguise, delicately intangible always hiding its secret hunger in the ethereal whispers of our desires entangled and entwined, I am drowning in your eyes as the alchemy of our hearts is forever gently etched upon our souls this dance is an eternal embrace, where love is evanescent but can also be callous, remorseless turning away without warning, vanishing with the night its soft caresses, like ribbons of silk lost on a carrying wind all that remains, reflections of silhouettes and a fleeting memory of a lonely candle whose flame, once burning bright now wildly flickers on the edge of extinction its evocative echoes lingering long, in the last of the shadows where once more we are lost in it surrendering to the darkness, slipping away we follow the silence, drifting apart, out into the ebb for love has its own tides and in its time the flow will turn and bring us home to where our rivers meet to where love remains unrelenting, unconditional calling to us as soft as a symphony and piece by broken piece, it is always love alone that will make us whole again © Ann Bagnall
February 6, 2026 at 7:50 PM
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#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website below and text in first comment for those who prefer not to use the link:
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Love
…has its own tides Image courtesy of Adobe Stock Love is a master of disguise, delicately intangible always hiding its secret hunger in the ethereal whispers of our desires entangled and entw…
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February 6, 2026 at 7:49 PM
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#vss365
#BornBattleReady

she really thought

she was a #harbinger of doom

some line she bought

so I scootched over to make room

& let the #soothing start

it led us both to discover

a tender place in our heart

& I couldn't help but love her

so I write it in my art

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Sweet Side (Album Version)
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January 31, 2026 at 3:26 PM
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#harbinger
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Entering the battle!
#harbinger Hope the screenshot is not too small to read.
January 31, 2026 at 4:52 PM
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#BornBattleReady

as the crow walks
it's a ways betwixt you & I
as the crow flies
it's further less
than as the crow talks
the distance grows in size
as the harbinger of death
squawks
it's just outside
I caw caw
coo day
caw caw
coo day
caw caw
coo day
but the crows
never fuck wimme
it's okay
January 31, 2026 at 5:04 AM