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The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry Tickets, Sunday, April 26  •  6 PM - 8 PM UTC | Eventbrite Eventbrite - Broken Spine Arts presents The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry - Sunday, April 26, 2026 - Find event and ticket information.

This is what rebuilding looks like. Not perfect. Just real.
#PoemsAbout returns Sunday.
#PoemsAbout #OpenMic #Return

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Call for Submissions: Poetry That Reaches Beyond - The Broken Spine Submissions Open Throughout April 2026 | Publication Later That Year

The penultimate Slimline.
#Firmament stretches the series outward — into distance, silence, and scale.
Be part of it.
#Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky

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The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry Tickets, Sunday, April 26  •  6 PM - 8 PM UTC | Eventbrite Eventbrite - Broken Spine Arts presents The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry - Sunday, April 26, 2026 - Find event and ticket information.

Nearly there.
Reader spots are 5 pounds. 5 minutes. No hiding.
Step up or support. Either matters.
#PoemsAbout #OpenMic #Return

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Call for Submissions: Poetry That Reaches Beyond - The Broken Spine Submissions Open Throughout April 2026 | Publication Later That Year

What lies beyond language?
If your poem attempts an answer — or refuses one — send it.
#Firmament #Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky

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A blurred, outstretched human hand reaches forward through a hazy, warm-toned atmosphere, as if fading or disappearing. The image feels distorted and unclear, suggesting disconnection. The Broken Spine logo is in the top left, "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" appears at the top right, and bold white text reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #SIGNALLOSS".

A blurred, outstretched human hand reaches forward through a hazy, warm-toned atmosphere, as if fading or disappearing. The image feels distorted and unclear, suggesting disconnection. The Broken Spine logo is in the top left, "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" appears at the top right, and bold white text reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #SIGNALLOSS".

#PoemsAbout #SignalLoss starts Friday. Write interruption.
Break the line. Let meaning distort.

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All This Monday Morning Musings All This “Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you,that you be my poem”-Walt Whitman, “Poem of You, Whoever You are” A robin sings outside my window,calling dawn t…

Good morning! I was away over the weekend seeing family, including our baby granddaughter! But I will catch up with reading #PoemsAbout!

Meanwhile, it's Monday, and I'm musing. This is my weekly post with a #Poem, #Photos, and commentary about the past week.

merrildsmith.org/2026/04/20/a...

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The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry Tickets, Sunday, April 26  •  6 PM - 8 PM UTC | Eventbrite Eventbrite - Broken Spine Arts presents The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry - Sunday, April 26, 2026 - Find event and ticket information.

If poetry’s ever meant anything to you, don’t sit this one out.
Rooms like this don’t build themselves.
#PoemsAbout #OpenMic #Return

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Call for Submissions: Poetry That Reaches Beyond - The Broken Spine Submissions Open Throughout April 2026 | Publication Later That Year

This anthology doesn’t soften the world.
It reframes it.
#Firmament #Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky

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On the Proof Being in Ovid's Pudding
L.D. Tudge
Robinson Ellis was everything asked of a teacher, several things unasked, and one or two things you avoided asking entirely, even after graduation.

But it was a lesson well taught: if you asked Mr. Ellis about the Ibis, you had better have brought receipts for the Ibis, which would have proven desperately and irrecoverably Sisyphean when Ellis owned every receipt of the Ibis and had receipts for those receipts to prove it. (ap·dt)

#prose #poetry #writing #vss365 #emoetry #poem

On the Proof Being in Ovid's Pudding L.D. Tudge Robinson Ellis was everything asked of a teacher, several things unasked, and one or two things you avoided asking entirely, even after graduation. But it was a lesson well taught: if you asked Mr. Ellis about the Ibis, you had better have brought receipts for the Ibis, which would have proven desperately and irrecoverably Sisyphean when Ellis owned every receipt of the Ibis and had receipts for those receipts to prove it. (ap·dt) #prose #poetry #writing #vss365 #emoetry #poem

My #prose was to be on the principles of #gravity, but I judged gravity's principles to be weightier than its morals, and then things got very heavy after that.

So instead, I present a piece about a man who had some pull in the Latin department as well as the Latin Department.

#poemsabout

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Big thanks to @zoomburst.substack.com for making this happen! Six #Poems:

Bars in #Bardo
#Brutalist buildings
#Necromancy
#Baudelaire meets #Mabinogi
#EelPieIsland

Shoutout to #poetrycommunity #PromptCombo #PoemsAbout for your support over the past year or so of my #poetry journey!

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The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry Tickets, Sunday, April 26  •  6 PM - 8 PM UTC | Eventbrite Eventbrite - Broken Spine Arts presents The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry - Sunday, April 26, 2026 - Find event and ticket information.

No ego. No industry nonsense. Just people trying to say what matters.
#PoemsAbout is back.
#PoemsAbout #OpenMic #Return

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Call for Submissions: Poetry That Reaches Beyond - The Broken Spine Submissions Open Throughout April 2026 | Publication Later That Year

Two poems. That’s all we need.
Make them precise.
Make them necessary.
#Firmament #Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky

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Not From—Upon (a fragment)

The hands ungloved, the spikes unloved,
the blackthorn wide, the steps untied,
the secateurs, the keen sharp spurs,
dusk’s fall acute on still close mute.
Last hasty snips, the platform tips—
a tiny sway—and right away
he should reach out to bring about 
a steadying of this small swing
as twigs loom near—a buccaneer
would show fear scorn and grasp the thorn—
his hand hangs there, twixt spikes and air…
and hesitates while Newton waits… 
the swayback starts, the hedge departs,
the moment spurned—but he has learned
to shun defeat: to jump five feet, 
recalculate and steer his fate
with life’s kind charm away from harm
and thrust his brawn towards the lawn
is his quick plan—a can-do man,
he eyes a spot where steps will not
impede his leap, where grass grows deep:
to quit his perch with leftwards lurch
his right foot thrusts…the world adjusts
to this new force: a sharp divorce
twixt steps and foot contrives to put,
with sudden slip, his landing strip
beyond his curve…with bothered nerve 
as he descends and space-time bends
his aim from wide to tight inside,
the metal frame he sees reclaim
his view below…with vision slow
his mind computes all favoured routes
and finds there’s none—the only one
is dead straight down

Paul Rapley 2026	#Gravity     TBC

Not From—Upon (a fragment) The hands ungloved, the spikes unloved, the blackthorn wide, the steps untied, the secateurs, the keen sharp spurs, dusk’s fall acute on still close mute. Last hasty snips, the platform tips— a tiny sway—and right away he should reach out to bring about a steadying of this small swing as twigs loom near—a buccaneer would show fear scorn and grasp the thorn— his hand hangs there, twixt spikes and air… and hesitates while Newton waits… the swayback starts, the hedge departs, the moment spurned—but he has learned to shun defeat: to jump five feet, recalculate and steer his fate with life’s kind charm away from harm and thrust his brawn towards the lawn is his quick plan—a can-do man, he eyes a spot where steps will not impede his leap, where grass grows deep: to quit his perch with leftwards lurch his right foot thrusts…the world adjusts to this new force: a sharp divorce twixt steps and foot contrives to put, with sudden slip, his landing strip beyond his curve…with bothered nerve as he descends and space-time bends his aim from wide to tight inside, the metal frame he sees reclaim his view below…with vision slow his mind computes all favoured routes and finds there’s none—the only one is dead straight down Paul Rapley 2026 #Gravity TBC

#PoemsAbout #Gravity
I struggle to produce every week - but here's an undigested fragment...
Thank you to all and
@alanparrywriter.co.uk & @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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A blurred, outstretched human hand reaches forward through a hazy, warm-toned atmosphere, as if fading or disappearing. The image feels distorted and unclear, suggesting disconnection. The Broken Spine logo is in the top left, "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" appears at the top right, and bold white text reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #SIGNALLOSS".

A blurred, outstretched human hand reaches forward through a hazy, warm-toned atmosphere, as if fading or disappearing. The image feels distorted and unclear, suggesting disconnection. The Broken Spine logo is in the top left, "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" appears at the top right, and bold white text reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #SIGNALLOSS".

The message cuts out. What’s left?
#PoemsAbout #SignalLoss — write what survives the silence.

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Poem by @Stacebot Title is "Space Time Quantum Error Correcting Code." It evokes space and galaxies and retro pixel art. The colors are dark green, black, light green and a little bit of white. The font looks glitchy, and has a red drop shadow to pop out the white font

Poem by @Stacebot Title is "Space Time Quantum Error Correcting Code." It evokes space and galaxies and retro pixel art. The colors are dark green, black, light green and a little bit of white. The font looks glitchy, and has a red drop shadow to pop out the white font

My poem about gravity. It has a picture of a quasar and two intertwining sound forms. The font is purple with a blue drop shadow. The background is black. This poem is a meditation

My poem about gravity. It has a picture of a quasar and two intertwining sound forms. The font is purple with a blue drop shadow. The background is black. This poem is a meditation

Poetry collab from me and @stacebot. Her poem is on the left, mine is on the right. It has pictures of galaxies, waveforms, a quasar galaxy, and stars. The background is black. The colors used are purple, white, grey, blue, re,d and purple. One galaxy looks like a ghost

Poetry collab from me and @stacebot. Her poem is on the left, mine is on the right. It has pictures of galaxies, waveforms, a quasar galaxy, and stars. The background is black. The colors used are purple, white, grey, blue, re,d and purple. One galaxy looks like a ghost

These are 3 poetry visual graphics. One is a poem by me, another by @stacebot.bsky.social and the third is a collab, mine is abridged

Thank you so much!
#PoemsAbout #Gravity
#poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets
@alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
@bravewrite.bsky.social

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35 YEARS TODAY, FOR PAUL

Once in a short life
Brood X emerged, and
Bob Dylan’s “Day of the Locusts.”
You emerged not quite
eight years before.
Our unique paths had not yet converged.
Brood X next emerged
a year past your passing
and twice again has risen in chorus,
a naturally choreographed flash mob.

In your time you had grown
to favor the finest fruits
of the human mind, e.g.
the complexity of Mahler,
more so, to understand,
whereas I still only drop the name.
Such was your depth, your genius.
The “locusts” sing
arias without a score.
Such a diva is the breathing Earth.

35 YEARS TODAY, FOR PAUL Once in a short life Brood X emerged, and Bob Dylan’s “Day of the Locusts.” You emerged not quite eight years before. Our unique paths had not yet converged. Brood X next emerged a year past your passing and twice again has risen in chorus, a naturally choreographed flash mob. In your time you had grown to favor the finest fruits of the human mind, e.g. the complexity of Mahler, more so, to understand, whereas I still only drop the name. Such was your depth, your genius. The “locusts” sing arias without a score. Such a diva is the breathing Earth.

Brooding and moody,
spinning The Planets,
an LP you pressed generously
into my hands when last we spoke
over pizza and politics
and The Grand Inquisitor.
On this day I struggle, missing
your conductor’s and composer’s ear,
to guess what you heard
and reignite your passion.

Like diamond facets,
every Movement reflects
the complications of a man.
Mars, confident upheaval.
Venus, elusive peace.
Mercury, so much to share.
Jupiter, ebullient trickster.
Saturn, old age, the most grievous theft.
Uranus, magician, an open mind.
Neptune, to feel what lies beyond the void.

The more I think I know you,
the more I question
myself, my own intentions.

Brooding and moody, spinning The Planets, an LP you pressed generously into my hands when last we spoke over pizza and politics and The Grand Inquisitor. On this day I struggle, missing your conductor’s and composer’s ear, to guess what you heard and reignite your passion. Like diamond facets, every Movement reflects the complications of a man. Mars, confident upheaval. Venus, elusive peace. Mercury, so much to share. Jupiter, ebullient trickster. Saturn, old age, the most grievous theft. Uranus, magician, an open mind. Neptune, to feel what lies beyond the void. The more I think I know you, the more I question myself, my own intentions.

#PoemsAbout #Gravity
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
I mentioned to @zentinl.bsky.social that there were a number of planetary entries but no one mentioned The Planets by Gustav Holst. Dean said I should accept it as s challenge. I actually have an elegy I wrote in 2021.

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My attempt at #PoemsAbout #Gravity
@stacebot.bsky.social
#poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

Next up, I'll toss both of our poems into a collab-style poetry viz graphic!

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__terminal velocity__

six feet is judged
as deep enough
when light is gone
and newton's law becomes
irrelevant

a nearby apple tree might
bloom again come spring
as though to taunt

with quaint and pointless
resurrection

#poemsAbout #Gravity #poem #poetry

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.

like the heaviest poems
that sink without trace; while

the unbearable lightness
of snow

.
.
.
.
.
flakes

#poemsAbout #Gravity
#poem #poetry #micropoetry #tanka #5lines

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Another that emerged from #gravity for #PoemsAbout
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #poems #skypoets #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #skypoet #writingcommunity

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A black hole, perhaps,
Gravitational forces
Always bring me down.

#haiku #poemsabout #gravity

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#Poemsabout #gravity @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk

Took a soliliquey approach to this one, sandwiching the sonnet with a haiku and a one liner reflecting on faith and faithlessness.

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠⁣

truth's swift orbit⁣
faster than the sun⁣
in nets of deepest madness caught⁣
like earth made flat by proclamation ⁣
strait jackets now for everyone⁣

#vss365 #poemsAbout #gravity #poem #poetry #micropoetry

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With thanks to our host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk for #PoemsAbout #gravity

#poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #poems #skypoets #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #skypoet #writingcommunity

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On the melancholy joys of seasonal transitions. I'm adding this to #PoemsAbout #Gravity, because I like the encounter with #PoemsAloud above in this thread, and because the cycles of the natural world can ground us in ritual. 🍂

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I mean no offense to residents of the Isle of Wight. My only intent was to offend those from #Lymington.

#PoemsAbout #gravity
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #poems #skypoets #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetsofbluesky #skypoet #writingcommunity #prose #verse #vss365

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Space Time Quantum Error-Correcting Code

Gravity is incapable of love.

brilliant.
barren.

untouchable.
untethered—

tangled
in your signal
at the throat

no force

holds.

in dark
beyond dark

I drift

Space Time Quantum Error-Correcting Code Gravity is incapable of love. brilliant. barren. untouchable. untethered— tangled in your signal at the throat no force holds. in dark beyond dark I drift

Something else for #PoemsAbout #Gravity.

#poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

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The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry Tickets, Sunday, April 26  •  6 PM - 8 PM UTC | Eventbrite Eventbrite - Broken Spine Arts presents The Return of #PoemsAbout: Online Open Mic (Zoom) | Hosted by Alan Parry - Sunday, April 26, 2026 - Find event and ticket information.

You ever stop writing because everything got too heavy?
Yeah. This is for that.
26 April.
#PoemsAbout #OpenMic #Return

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For #poemsabout #Gravity for @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk

I've just stumbled on this old one of mine, written about a year ago. All I've changed is the title.

Back to read later on.

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#poemsabout #gravity off the top of my head

Dark Side

I know how gravity works and
how that reconciles with the
other forces: Electromagnetism and
the weak and strong nuclear forces.

I have kept it to myself because I know
that mankind should not have such power
Until they learn self-control

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