Alyn
@thepoetalyn.bsky.social
Gothic poet turned Political poet
Posts every Sunday
Full time elsewhere, this is an alter
Posts every Sunday
Full time elsewhere, this is an alter
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Native Americans protested in Minneapolis today after the ICE abducted four Oglala Sioux Tribal Members. Three of them are still missing. (1/17|26)
January 17, 2026 at 11:04 PM
Native Americans protested in Minneapolis today after the ICE abducted four Oglala Sioux Tribal Members. Three of them are still missing. (1/17|26)
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BRENNAN: Tell me about the officer, Jonathan Ross
KRISTI NOEM: Don't say his name! I mean, for heaven's sake, we shouldn't have people continue to dox law enforcement
BRENNAN: His name is public
NOEM: I know, but that doesn't mean it should continue to be said
KRISTI NOEM: Don't say his name! I mean, for heaven's sake, we shouldn't have people continue to dox law enforcement
BRENNAN: His name is public
NOEM: I know, but that doesn't mean it should continue to be said
January 18, 2026 at 3:45 PM
BRENNAN: Tell me about the officer, Jonathan Ross
KRISTI NOEM: Don't say his name! I mean, for heaven's sake, we shouldn't have people continue to dox law enforcement
BRENNAN: His name is public
NOEM: I know, but that doesn't mean it should continue to be said
KRISTI NOEM: Don't say his name! I mean, for heaven's sake, we shouldn't have people continue to dox law enforcement
BRENNAN: His name is public
NOEM: I know, but that doesn't mean it should continue to be said
What the hell was I thinking
Here I am down on my knees
How far from the finish
But I don't think I can win this
When something from inside
Calls to me "Rise!"
It must be the fire
Deep ancestral desire
And I do
Rise to the moment
Rise to the occasion
Rise to meet the dawning
Rise to my calling
(1)
Here I am down on my knees
How far from the finish
But I don't think I can win this
When something from inside
Calls to me "Rise!"
It must be the fire
Deep ancestral desire
And I do
Rise to the moment
Rise to the occasion
Rise to meet the dawning
Rise to my calling
(1)
I Don't Stand Alone
Rising to the moment
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January 18, 2026 at 8:26 PM
What the hell was I thinking
Here I am down on my knees
How far from the finish
But I don't think I can win this
When something from inside
Calls to me "Rise!"
It must be the fire
Deep ancestral desire
And I do
Rise to the moment
Rise to the occasion
Rise to meet the dawning
Rise to my calling
(1)
Here I am down on my knees
How far from the finish
But I don't think I can win this
When something from inside
Calls to me "Rise!"
It must be the fire
Deep ancestral desire
And I do
Rise to the moment
Rise to the occasion
Rise to meet the dawning
Rise to my calling
(1)
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Make sure
All the
Doors
Are locked
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Clink on the
Window
What was it
A rock?
Tick
Tick
Tock
What happened
to my
clock.
-Alyn original 10-15-2019
Tick
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Make sure
All the
Doors
Are locked
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Clink on the
Window
What was it
A rock?
Tick
Tick
Tock
What happened
to my
clock.
-Alyn original 10-15-2019
Tick Tick Tock
Tick Tick Tick Tock Tick Tick Tick Tock Make sure All the Doors Are locked Tick Tick Tick Tock Clink on the Window What was it A rock? Tick Tick Tock What happened to my clock. -Alyn original 10-15-20...
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January 11, 2026 at 9:07 PM
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Make sure
All the
Doors
Are locked
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Clink on the
Window
What was it
A rock?
Tick
Tick
Tock
What happened
to my
clock.
-Alyn original 10-15-2019
Tick
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Make sure
All the
Doors
Are locked
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Clink on the
Window
What was it
A rock?
Tick
Tick
Tock
What happened
to my
clock.
-Alyn original 10-15-2019
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
The doors are locked
The doors are locked
The doors are locked
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
The windows are locked
The windows are locked
The windows are locked
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
The doors are locked
The doors are locked
The doors are locked
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
The windows are locked
The windows are locked
The windows are locked
The Doors Are Locked
One Two Three Lock Lock Lock One Two Three Lock Lock Lock The doors are locked The doors are locked The doors are locked One Two Three Lock Lock Lock One Two Three Lock Lock Lock The windows are locke...
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January 11, 2026 at 9:01 PM
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
The doors are locked
The doors are locked
The doors are locked
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
The windows are locked
The windows are locked
The windows are locked
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
The doors are locked
The doors are locked
The doors are locked
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
One
Two
Three
Lock Lock Lock
The windows are locked
The windows are locked
The windows are locked
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AOC: ICE has less accountability than virtually any law enforcement agency in the U.S., yet they are some of the most well-funded, operating with impunity—and we just saw them murder an American citizen in cold blood in the street.
January 7, 2026 at 10:55 PM
AOC: ICE has less accountability than virtually any law enforcement agency in the U.S., yet they are some of the most well-funded, operating with impunity—and we just saw them murder an American citizen in cold blood in the street.
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@chrislhayes.bsky.social: “A 37-year-old American citizen, the mother of a young child is dead tonight. She was shot in the face by an agent of the federal government, and that government has spent the day telling despicable lies about her.”
January 8, 2026 at 1:05 AM
@chrislhayes.bsky.social: “A 37-year-old American citizen, the mother of a young child is dead tonight. She was shot in the face by an agent of the federal government, and that government has spent the day telling despicable lies about her.”
I wish they would
Well, I wish we all could
Figure out
Somehow
To celebrate age
Without attatchments
To celebrate achievements
Without callous judgements
To let people grow
To make space for change
Metamorphosize
(1)
Well, I wish we all could
Figure out
Somehow
To celebrate age
Without attatchments
To celebrate achievements
Without callous judgements
To let people grow
To make space for change
Metamorphosize
(1)
On Confines
I wish they would Well, I wish we all could Figure out Somehow To celebrate age Without attatchments To celebrate achievements Without callous judgements To let people grow To make space for change Me...
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January 4, 2026 at 6:45 PM
I wish they would
Well, I wish we all could
Figure out
Somehow
To celebrate age
Without attatchments
To celebrate achievements
Without callous judgements
To let people grow
To make space for change
Metamorphosize
(1)
Well, I wish we all could
Figure out
Somehow
To celebrate age
Without attatchments
To celebrate achievements
Without callous judgements
To let people grow
To make space for change
Metamorphosize
(1)
We stand
Feet in the sand
Face to face
With police and military
Citizens who want to live
Against the dogs of oligarchs
Their gear outweighs ours
But we came in peace
To give rise to our voices
We came to speak
(1)
Feet in the sand
Face to face
With police and military
Citizens who want to live
Against the dogs of oligarchs
Their gear outweighs ours
But we came in peace
To give rise to our voices
We came to speak
(1)
We stand & We rise
We stand Feet in the sand Face to face With police and military Citizens who want to live Against the dogs of oligarchs Their gear outweighs ours But we came in peace To give rise to our voices We cam...
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December 28, 2025 at 10:21 PM
We stand
Feet in the sand
Face to face
With police and military
Citizens who want to live
Against the dogs of oligarchs
Their gear outweighs ours
But we came in peace
To give rise to our voices
We came to speak
(1)
Feet in the sand
Face to face
With police and military
Citizens who want to live
Against the dogs of oligarchs
Their gear outweighs ours
But we came in peace
To give rise to our voices
We came to speak
(1)
I came here today to share two poems for Christmas and to wish you all Happy Holidays. Whether you’re just enjoying a day off or celebrating something, I wish you all the best during this rather warm winter season as we bring a close to the year on the Gregorian calendar. Stay safe out there.
December 25, 2025 at 6:23 PM
I came here today to share two poems for Christmas and to wish you all Happy Holidays. Whether you’re just enjoying a day off or celebrating something, I wish you all the best during this rather warm winter season as we bring a close to the year on the Gregorian calendar. Stay safe out there.
This morning, like any other
I ate breakfast with my mother
She cooed at me about my shoes
She cooed at me about the weather
I was short with her
As if I already knew
She dropped me off at school
Telling me she loved me
(1)
I ate breakfast with my mother
She cooed at me about my shoes
She cooed at me about the weather
I was short with her
As if I already knew
She dropped me off at school
Telling me she loved me
(1)
i.c.e.
Lost Moms
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December 25, 2025 at 6:12 PM
This morning, like any other
I ate breakfast with my mother
She cooed at me about my shoes
She cooed at me about the weather
I was short with her
As if I already knew
She dropped me off at school
Telling me she loved me
(1)
I ate breakfast with my mother
She cooed at me about my shoes
She cooed at me about the weather
I was short with her
As if I already knew
She dropped me off at school
Telling me she loved me
(1)
Don't do that
Compare me with them
Just don't
Much to your chagrin
I'll say it again
Don't compare me to her, him, or them.
I am me
And all that I'm meant
To be
(1)
Compare me with them
Just don't
Much to your chagrin
I'll say it again
Don't compare me to her, him, or them.
I am me
And all that I'm meant
To be
(1)
No Comparing
Don't do that Compare me with them Just don't Much to your chagrin I'll say it again Don't compare me to her, him, or them. I am me And all that I'm meant To be And you are you A flaw I'm sure Is true...
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December 25, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Don't do that
Compare me with them
Just don't
Much to your chagrin
I'll say it again
Don't compare me to her, him, or them.
I am me
And all that I'm meant
To be
(1)
Compare me with them
Just don't
Much to your chagrin
I'll say it again
Don't compare me to her, him, or them.
I am me
And all that I'm meant
To be
(1)
Standing resolute
To the powers at our stoop
Infiltrated with traitors
Standing against instigators
While we stand here
We stand against fear
Against the stark, harsh tyranny
Those standing against us are no friend of me
To the powers at our stoop
Infiltrated with traitors
Standing against instigators
While we stand here
We stand against fear
Against the stark, harsh tyranny
Those standing against us are no friend of me
The Protests
Standing resolute To the powers at our stoop Infiltrated with traitors Standing against instigators While we stand here We stand against fear Against the stark, harsh tyranny Those standing against us...
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December 21, 2025 at 10:46 PM
Standing resolute
To the powers at our stoop
Infiltrated with traitors
Standing against instigators
While we stand here
We stand against fear
Against the stark, harsh tyranny
Those standing against us are no friend of me
To the powers at our stoop
Infiltrated with traitors
Standing against instigators
While we stand here
We stand against fear
Against the stark, harsh tyranny
Those standing against us are no friend of me
When the wind blows through the willows
And the night begins to creep in
When all the world is dim in blue
And shapes and shadows haze on through
Come and meet me in the meadow
Through the window to the water
Past the willow, along the wall
Meet me 'neath the old moon
When its new
(1)
And the night begins to creep in
When all the world is dim in blue
And shapes and shadows haze on through
Come and meet me in the meadow
Through the window to the water
Past the willow, along the wall
Meet me 'neath the old moon
When its new
(1)
'Neath the Old Moon
When the wind blows through the willows And the night begins to creep in When all the world is dim in blue And shapes and shadows haze on through Come and meet me in the meadow Through the window to t...
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December 15, 2025 at 3:41 AM
When the wind blows through the willows
And the night begins to creep in
When all the world is dim in blue
And shapes and shadows haze on through
Come and meet me in the meadow
Through the window to the water
Past the willow, along the wall
Meet me 'neath the old moon
When its new
(1)
And the night begins to creep in
When all the world is dim in blue
And shapes and shadows haze on through
Come and meet me in the meadow
Through the window to the water
Past the willow, along the wall
Meet me 'neath the old moon
When its new
(1)
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This is terribly sad news. 💔
Rob Reiner, Wife Michele Found Dead in Their L.A. Home with Knife Wounds
Rob Reiner -- the legendary director -- and his wife Michele Singer Reiner have died ... TMZ has confirmed.
www.tmz.com
December 15, 2025 at 3:34 AM
This is terribly sad news. 💔
(1)
I would run too
If I could
But with all that I am
Its not what I do
I'm trapt
Like a fly on sticky tape
Watching you flee
All while I'm rapt
Watching helplessly
As they leave
Unable to save those dear to me
While they flee
I would run too
If I could
But with all that I am
Its not what I do
I'm trapt
Like a fly on sticky tape
Watching you flee
All while I'm rapt
Watching helplessly
As they leave
Unable to save those dear to me
While they flee
Those left behind the Lines
a poem of those left behind in turbulent areas
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December 8, 2025 at 1:35 AM
(1)
I would run too
If I could
But with all that I am
Its not what I do
I'm trapt
Like a fly on sticky tape
Watching you flee
All while I'm rapt
Watching helplessly
As they leave
Unable to save those dear to me
While they flee
I would run too
If I could
But with all that I am
Its not what I do
I'm trapt
Like a fly on sticky tape
Watching you flee
All while I'm rapt
Watching helplessly
As they leave
Unable to save those dear to me
While they flee
This next poem post will have the link to Substack for ease of reading, but will also be posted in full in the threads.
While there will be delays in my usual posting time during the holidays, the posts will come every week.
Times are hard and I’m spending the holidays trying to help in my town.
While there will be delays in my usual posting time during the holidays, the posts will come every week.
Times are hard and I’m spending the holidays trying to help in my town.
December 8, 2025 at 1:29 AM
This next poem post will have the link to Substack for ease of reading, but will also be posted in full in the threads.
While there will be delays in my usual posting time during the holidays, the posts will come every week.
Times are hard and I’m spending the holidays trying to help in my town.
While there will be delays in my usual posting time during the holidays, the posts will come every week.
Times are hard and I’m spending the holidays trying to help in my town.
I want to apologize for the delayed posting today. I usually post every Sunday; however, I was spending time w/friends & family & simply did not keep up w/my schedule. The fault it mine, & I’m sorry. The new poem has been shared. Thank you for your understanding, everyone. Take care of yourselves!
December 1, 2025 at 4:20 PM
I want to apologize for the delayed posting today. I usually post every Sunday; however, I was spending time w/friends & family & simply did not keep up w/my schedule. The fault it mine, & I’m sorry. The new poem has been shared. Thank you for your understanding, everyone. Take care of yourselves!
…”Reaching out into existence
Reaching out to you, getting some resistance
I'm just not interested
In rushing to my grave, not intersected
So many phones, on every road
Everywhere I go, and every mode”…
Excerpt from my poem Phones, linked below free to read in full.
Reaching out to you, getting some resistance
I'm just not interested
In rushing to my grave, not intersected
So many phones, on every road
Everywhere I go, and every mode”…
Excerpt from my poem Phones, linked below free to read in full.
Phones
TW: phone addiction, car wrecks
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December 1, 2025 at 4:12 PM
…”Reaching out into existence
Reaching out to you, getting some resistance
I'm just not interested
In rushing to my grave, not intersected
So many phones, on every road
Everywhere I go, and every mode”…
Excerpt from my poem Phones, linked below free to read in full.
Reaching out to you, getting some resistance
I'm just not interested
In rushing to my grave, not intersected
So many phones, on every road
Everywhere I go, and every mode”…
Excerpt from my poem Phones, linked below free to read in full.
I see your pain
You're suffering
Grasping for understanding
For one so loved and kindness rained
Is lost to you this day
Those happy smiles
In photos like mosaic tiles
Words are lost, what can we say
This one will be missed
Always
This one will be loved
Always
(1)
You're suffering
Grasping for understanding
For one so loved and kindness rained
Is lost to you this day
Those happy smiles
In photos like mosaic tiles
Words are lost, what can we say
This one will be missed
Always
This one will be loved
Always
(1)
A Loss
a remembrance poem
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November 24, 2025 at 2:26 AM
I see your pain
You're suffering
Grasping for understanding
For one so loved and kindness rained
Is lost to you this day
Those happy smiles
In photos like mosaic tiles
Words are lost, what can we say
This one will be missed
Always
This one will be loved
Always
(1)
You're suffering
Grasping for understanding
For one so loved and kindness rained
Is lost to you this day
Those happy smiles
In photos like mosaic tiles
Words are lost, what can we say
This one will be missed
Always
This one will be loved
Always
(1)
It crashes over
Like a deep churning tide
It bends and rolls
Like a storm crossing the sky
Hungry, broken hearts
Cry out to the heavens for resolve
Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts
Stinging wounds, so bittersweet - don't solve
Honey, Aloes, and Bitter Bees
There's no relief that we can see
Like a deep churning tide
It bends and rolls
Like a storm crossing the sky
Hungry, broken hearts
Cry out to the heavens for resolve
Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts
Stinging wounds, so bittersweet - don't solve
Honey, Aloes, and Bitter Bees
There's no relief that we can see
These Hard Days
It crashes over Like a deep churning tide It bends and rolls Like a storm crossing the sky Hungry, broken hearts Cry out to the heavens for resolve Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts Stinging wound...
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November 17, 2025 at 3:41 AM
It crashes over
Like a deep churning tide
It bends and rolls
Like a storm crossing the sky
Hungry, broken hearts
Cry out to the heavens for resolve
Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts
Stinging wounds, so bittersweet - don't solve
Honey, Aloes, and Bitter Bees
There's no relief that we can see
Like a deep churning tide
It bends and rolls
Like a storm crossing the sky
Hungry, broken hearts
Cry out to the heavens for resolve
Heaven's mercy rains like lemon tarts
Stinging wounds, so bittersweet - don't solve
Honey, Aloes, and Bitter Bees
There's no relief that we can see
Just because you say its so-
Should I, then,
Believe your words?
Have I not eyes and hands
Can I not read on mine own?
Have I not passions and reasons
To discern where my logic leads me?
Have I not a brain
With which to think?
(1)
Should I, then,
Believe your words?
Have I not eyes and hands
Can I not read on mine own?
Have I not passions and reasons
To discern where my logic leads me?
Have I not a brain
With which to think?
(1)
Say So
Just because you say its so- Should I, then, Believe your words? Have I not eyes and hands Can I not read on mine own? Have I not passions and reasons To discern where my logic leads me? Have I not a ...
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November 9, 2025 at 7:17 PM
Just because you say its so-
Should I, then,
Believe your words?
Have I not eyes and hands
Can I not read on mine own?
Have I not passions and reasons
To discern where my logic leads me?
Have I not a brain
With which to think?
(1)
Should I, then,
Believe your words?
Have I not eyes and hands
Can I not read on mine own?
Have I not passions and reasons
To discern where my logic leads me?
Have I not a brain
With which to think?
(1)
“Undeserving
Non-existent, shadow workers
Work, work, toil all day
Oppressed and still the same
Riding on the hopes of 'some day'
Turning a blind eye
Hearing their cries
You know intervention won't pay your bills”
Complete poem on Substack, free to read.
Non-existent, shadow workers
Work, work, toil all day
Oppressed and still the same
Riding on the hopes of 'some day'
Turning a blind eye
Hearing their cries
You know intervention won't pay your bills”
Complete poem on Substack, free to read.
Unworthy Impoverished Souls
With a note from the author
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November 2, 2025 at 6:48 PM
“Undeserving
Non-existent, shadow workers
Work, work, toil all day
Oppressed and still the same
Riding on the hopes of 'some day'
Turning a blind eye
Hearing their cries
You know intervention won't pay your bills”
Complete poem on Substack, free to read.
Non-existent, shadow workers
Work, work, toil all day
Oppressed and still the same
Riding on the hopes of 'some day'
Turning a blind eye
Hearing their cries
You know intervention won't pay your bills”
Complete poem on Substack, free to read.
From the shadows she arises
Rally, like a gathering storm
Entering the stage for all the world to see
Entering, regardless of the strife
Do you hear their cries
Of the oppressed as they call
Mourning the loss of their human rights.
(1)
Rally, like a gathering storm
Entering the stage for all the world to see
Entering, regardless of the strife
Do you hear their cries
Of the oppressed as they call
Mourning the loss of their human rights.
(1)
Freedom for All
Equity for the Oppressed Souls
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October 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
From the shadows she arises
Rally, like a gathering storm
Entering the stage for all the world to see
Entering, regardless of the strife
Do you hear their cries
Of the oppressed as they call
Mourning the loss of their human rights.
(1)
Rally, like a gathering storm
Entering the stage for all the world to see
Entering, regardless of the strife
Do you hear their cries
Of the oppressed as they call
Mourning the loss of their human rights.
(1)
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The Trump regime tried to paint No Kings Day as a “hate America” protest, but what we saw on display was the best of what this country is meant to be. #NoKings
October 19, 2025 at 5:26 PM
The Trump regime tried to paint No Kings Day as a “hate America” protest, but what we saw on display was the best of what this country is meant to be. #NoKings