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Faba
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Aspiring poet.


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#vss365 #history
A poem based on the prompt word ‘history’. worst massacre known to time the wholesale silencing of truth falsehoods enfold us in packaged lies as history massaging time's perpetuated deceptions on our bare bodies that bloodied scratch the earth in search of light as we relive truths of the past and glimpse sneers behind masks but you put our eyes out again and wrap us afresh in fabrications
November 8, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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#vss365 #geography
A poem based on prompt word ‘Geography’. if i could only track the path of your thoughts when you go silent with rage does the geography of childhood pain recall you home its wrap of perverse comfort permitting self-flagellation for the betrayal of control of consciousness of choice or can you soothe yourself let light through break free at last from the torment of a fractured soul perhaps love can call you home to the warmth of understanding of the imperfection of being human
November 6, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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#vss365 #unseen
more of an ill-conceived idea than someone's child she hung about her life present but unseen nervously stressing to press out a use out of unformed purpose struggling to find redemption out of a spurious encounter of two people - their love gone cold barely present to themselves in their separate lives
October 23, 2025 at 10:07 AM
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#vss365 #advert
A poem based on the prompt word ‘advert’. i got fired once 'performance issues' they said and without further elaboration they tossed me out... (ellipsis) it's true though i am not good at performing corporate-desired mating rituals, like straining myself, looking up to bosses worshipful eyes instead settling broadly to other visions attention adverting to margins ministering in the gutters
October 5, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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#vss365 #eventuality
an eventuality, yes eventually we will part one before the other (please, selfishly i ask, let it not be you ahead of me) grief anticipates itself in the realization and i take in all that is human and organic about you - sweet musk smell, soft rasping feel, golden looks, thick accent all your exasperating touching imperfections and recover the excitement of our love when we first met then moulded, folded into years as we struggled, flawed by life aware that love blended in pain will always cut and beautifully survive
September 24, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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#vss365 #bellwether
the garden was quiet last summer a reckoning un-spared under the ominous weight of a murky grey silence birdsong was muted by wildfires raging through the air in climate consternation as flowers drooped in the uncertain sun and the absence of the buzz of bees again that year set off a bellwether alarm for the future of diverse species that risk apocalyptically our own yet at raucous decibels perverse political voices loudly shush us into a cowardly retreat from the fight for our survival
September 23, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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#vss365 #reinvigorated
A poem based on the prompt word ‘reinvigorated’. the word reinvigorates puts life back into senses deadened by cycles of philosophies that churn our humanity into spasms of knowing some things that enlighten but do not stay lit and the word was quite simply love
September 22, 2025 at 7:33 PM
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#vss365 #elude
A poem titled Tanker Man at Tiananmen based on the vss365 prompt word ‘elude’. Tanker Man at Tiananmen if he had a name, it eludes us all or perhaps it was left anonymous only his figure was needed memory's shorthand for the accidental icon the less than ordinary man carrying plastic shopping bags in both hands while incongruously daring a column of military tankers and incidentally leaving a footnote for history it turns out, his name is immaterial in the heavy crush of time's relentless tankers taking apart dreams tearing limbs squashing lives as generals and photographers earn their stripes and we wonder if he really stopped by after a grocery run also what did he get
September 2, 2025 at 11:59 AM
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#poemsabout #ceasefire
A poem. what is the word for demanding one side to stop ceaselessly firing and the other to cease completely dying we plant weeds in the blood-soaked ruins of every truth
August 15, 2025 at 5:00 PM
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#vss365 #sass
A poem based on the prompt word ‘sass’. nothing beats the sass of my neighbourly nonagenarian on borrowed time she delivers a resounding pffft to all my pretensions her sauce in flavour tart stings my artful confections bites when i refuse to part ways with each newfangled opinion my tresses she shears on every occasion i howdy-do in hurried consternation she might this time discover my ordinary person trapped in the heart of styled fabrications
August 5, 2025 at 2:24 PM
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sparrow
small, brown
overlooked
among striking birds
across humbling trees

in community, though
it’s an original
or so, it thrills to me
striations naturally, randomly gifted
artfully tattoo each its place
spotting unique beauties
among undivided kin

#vss365 #sparrow
Picture of a striated sparrow, sitting on the branch of a tree.
July 28, 2025 at 3:36 PM
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hither and thither
views wildly swing
still among swift-shifting winds
the contrarian

#vss365 #contrarian
A black and white gif of spectators at a racquet sport event, circa 1950s or even 1960s. All heads swing from left to right and right to left on loop, following the ball. A lone man sits still in the middle of the crowd, smiling, not moving his head.
July 14, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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#vss365 #deviant
A poem based on the prompt word ‘deviant’. that complex nuanced moment confluence where political capitalism enjoins the arts power class race and hierarchy enthuse deride tantalize dangle a price genteelly confusingly lean on shape influence creation compromise settle value of vision nothing free after all prevail a reality deviant
July 12, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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Loved this. So i just had to share this poet / poem. #poetry
A Poem Danez Smith They/Them said short: i feel more like a stud. said with some nuance: as if i came to masculinity through the women's gate, as if a daughter who grew into her father but not like trans, but like trans or a transformation without catalyst or smoke. or more like born in the right body too early or born at the wrong time, in the wrong language. i remember Tommy said he is he a they now?) lived for how i put it in that one poem "more tomboy than boy" and i think that's what language does-builds a room made for living. and who have i followed further into myself? Cam, Paula, Tommy, Fati, Andrea, Auntie George or anyone who saved me from a body of silence by just living their lives in the sun? and if the soul is a table on which the body sits crowded with the meat and the marrow and the red, red wine, around me sit too many ghosts to ever rest in isolation. of course you should address me in the plural. said short: i am everyone. i am everything. said shorter: i am.
July 11, 2025 at 4:54 AM
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#vss365 #skirmish
A poem based on the prompt word ‘skirmish’. didn't see it coming the war, words so brutally final eruption, so terrible decibels shuddered at the intensity at the breach of normalcy sure, there'd been skirmishes jabs here and there put-downs in pretend jokes armed silence brittle feelings now and then until it happened as if the build-up of malignancy needed emergency evacuation from the psyche and now in bloodied fragments we sit, stunned, on the floor wondering what just happened what words to call on to nurse our dignity declare new boundaries where we could stay out of reach
July 10, 2025 at 1:17 PM
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only a rook, they thought
surviving our lives
in tactical disguise
disrupt, remove in mission fraught
threat of other lives
asking no whys

#vss365 #rook
Image of two masked ICE agents handcuffing a young man - migrant to the US.
July 8, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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#vss365 #masala
A poem based on the prompt word ‘masala’. cinnamon dreams and cardamom flare ignite desire for exotic fare spices modest, exerts a strange power stirs longing for expansive empire natives getting restless though what to do but their kings to overthrow colonial coffers thus expand till wars create a treasury wasteland soldiers weary, imagination slayed we settle now with foreign aid yes, and tikka masala friday
July 6, 2025 at 12:36 PM
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#vss365 #boxer
A Poem based on the Prompt word ‘Boxer’ At the Store - Shopping While BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, Person of Colour) squint after glance up from under hooded eyes, stern (check) look up at working security cameras in vicinity, instinctive (check) surveillance reinforced by corners of eyes, mobile (check) quick flick of orbs in pass-through suspicion to security and shop assistant, practiced (check) doxxed, boxed in (check)
July 3, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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#vss365 #heel
A poem based on the prompt word ‘heel’. forever at your heels, awkwardly needing to belong seeking your lustre proud of being your baby sister you saw an unholy terror stealing attention needed for you shadow disfiguring your silhouette as you slowly lost sight of yourself you were right then, just for you as brutally, turning you took sister away from us with you can i ask though and i promise i won't judge can it not be this way it feels too much i'll wipe your tears, as you will mine as to our sisterhood, we make a shrine
July 2, 2025 at 1:08 PM
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#vss365 #vagary
A poem based on the prompt ‘vagary’. we were in a mood for war world war 3, even crosswinds whispered brashly jabbing us to take sides, decide so that from the vagary of the cards that would fall new resolves and blames could be had war started, preemptively (what does that even mean?), retaliation and counter-retaliations swiftly rained, and bunker busters made their way not-so-stealthily, in double feint across directions, and made craters on old mountains soon after, in a social media post, it was declared we succeeded, was triumphant and world war three was over, please THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THE MATTER
June 26, 2025 at 6:07 AM
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she falls asleep in soft light
draws verses out of dreamtime
starscape rejoicing
drapes her in ancient memory

#vss365
Image of a young woman asleep in semi-reclined position, against a backdrop of stars in the night sky.
June 25, 2025 at 1:52 PM
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#vss365 #enigma
A poem based on the prompt ‘enigma’. does it have to be said, again no enigma no cause for literary romanticism ethereal exoticism suspicious otherness certainly not other-species-ness nor nothingness just a permutation of worldview, cultural mythology and life experiences, vastly divergent from yours that, in insufficiency, small-mindedness, vulnerability to greedy lies, you fail to apprehend, understand and so grow pale in fear of, irrationally 'different but equal' a historical longing our ancestors have fought and died for bind us civilization-ally
June 24, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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#vss365 #guru
A poem based on the prompt ‘guru’. the teacher in me guides my steps, inviting risks the maestro in me performs for the world, shaping it the guru in me sows wisdom in essence, carving from heartbreak the sensei in me spins me in varied modalities, different worlds, develops me the student in me, my constant tutor
June 23, 2025 at 3:23 PM
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#vss365 #progenitor
A poem based on the prompt word ‘progenitor’. it was a germ of an idea not even idea, an inkling the progenitor for an idea, perhaps a big word for an inconsequential fancy when from a fallen eyelash inspiration hit, that one could create noodles from pancake batter, (topped with a confection of fruits and nuts, bathed in syrup and eaten with chopsticks) overnight she became a tiktok star
June 22, 2025 at 7:40 PM
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#vss365 #liminal
A poem based on the prompt word ‘liminal’. dawn proclaimed herself in the liminal light softness of her demeanour belying her rudeness when she early shoved herself in through my curtains invited herself in i was not ready, eyes closed still languorously robed in night's enchantments across silky, cobalt skies and parallel universes existing as innocent spiritus eterna but i digress my train leaves at 6.42 and my proposal for the creation of a safe house is due to be submitted
June 21, 2025 at 4:40 PM