Odin's Bard
@quillandaxe.bsky.social
Author, poet, musician (resophonic guitar, surbahar, sitar, bass, flutes), Navy vet
Reposted by Odin's Bard
I fold the meadow
into a sunset
held inside my hat
a crow outruns its shadow
chasing on the ground
#TankaThursday #crow #TankaPoem #micropoetry
into a sunset
held inside my hat
a crow outruns its shadow
chasing on the ground
#TankaThursday #crow #TankaPoem #micropoetry
June 11, 2026 at 6:18 AM
I fold the meadow
into a sunset
held inside my hat
a crow outruns its shadow
chasing on the ground
#TankaThursday #crow #TankaPoem #micropoetry
into a sunset
held inside my hat
a crow outruns its shadow
chasing on the ground
#TankaThursday #crow #TankaPoem #micropoetry
I miss the New Age
The unrepentant woo-woo
Missing mysteries
kicked to the curb
In favor of wading through
Shit
The unrepentant woo-woo
Missing mysteries
kicked to the curb
In favor of wading through
Shit
May 13, 2026 at 7:41 PM
I miss the New Age
The unrepentant woo-woo
Missing mysteries
kicked to the curb
In favor of wading through
Shit
The unrepentant woo-woo
Missing mysteries
kicked to the curb
In favor of wading through
Shit
Strive for perfection -
ALWAYS -
Settle for nothing less
to never experience
a moment of peace
until your penultimate breath
That final sigh
when you realize
It didn't matter
ALWAYS -
Settle for nothing less
to never experience
a moment of peace
until your penultimate breath
That final sigh
when you realize
It didn't matter
March 18, 2026 at 2:41 PM
Strive for perfection -
ALWAYS -
Settle for nothing less
to never experience
a moment of peace
until your penultimate breath
That final sigh
when you realize
It didn't matter
ALWAYS -
Settle for nothing less
to never experience
a moment of peace
until your penultimate breath
That final sigh
when you realize
It didn't matter
Reposted by Odin's Bard
“Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to...acclaim the bully as hero”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, 1958
#poetry
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to...acclaim the bully as hero”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, 1958
#poetry
June 30, 2025 at 2:33 PM
“Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to...acclaim the bully as hero”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, 1958
#poetry
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to...acclaim the bully as hero”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, 1958
#poetry
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#plan? I had no plan
just roamed over sea and sand
I found waterfalls that felt like dreams
met monsters who'd make the screamless scream
seen sunrises spread across ageing deserts
made love under a moon of the disheartened
though i am no prophet
i know where untouched edelweiss grows
#vss365
just roamed over sea and sand
I found waterfalls that felt like dreams
met monsters who'd make the screamless scream
seen sunrises spread across ageing deserts
made love under a moon of the disheartened
though i am no prophet
i know where untouched edelweiss grows
#vss365
April 23, 2025 at 6:07 PM
The years have pulled
the clay of my face
in ways
I
never
quite
anticipated
A surreal beauty
in defiance of pretty
Wisdom wields
an impressionist's brush
Eschewing details
for the broad sweep
of a lifetime's dreams
the clay of my face
in ways
I
never
quite
anticipated
A surreal beauty
in defiance of pretty
Wisdom wields
an impressionist's brush
Eschewing details
for the broad sweep
of a lifetime's dreams
March 3, 2025 at 9:55 PM
The years have pulled
the clay of my face
in ways
I
never
quite
anticipated
A surreal beauty
in defiance of pretty
Wisdom wields
an impressionist's brush
Eschewing details
for the broad sweep
of a lifetime's dreams
the clay of my face
in ways
I
never
quite
anticipated
A surreal beauty
in defiance of pretty
Wisdom wields
an impressionist's brush
Eschewing details
for the broad sweep
of a lifetime's dreams
A good poem is an aberration -
grasped midst
an oft imagined
yet unforeseen slip
through the theater drapes
that conceal mundane from visionary
and
Unable to abide
in that unadulterated light
we stumble back
Clutching our prize
Breathless
grasped midst
an oft imagined
yet unforeseen slip
through the theater drapes
that conceal mundane from visionary
and
Unable to abide
in that unadulterated light
we stumble back
Clutching our prize
Breathless
January 9, 2025 at 6:13 PM
A good poem is an aberration -
grasped midst
an oft imagined
yet unforeseen slip
through the theater drapes
that conceal mundane from visionary
and
Unable to abide
in that unadulterated light
we stumble back
Clutching our prize
Breathless
grasped midst
an oft imagined
yet unforeseen slip
through the theater drapes
that conceal mundane from visionary
and
Unable to abide
in that unadulterated light
we stumble back
Clutching our prize
Breathless
A lot of my poetry lately won't fit here, so here's a link to my latest on Medium for any intrepid, curious folks!
medium.com/@quillandaxe...
medium.com/@quillandaxe...
Summer’s Children
I can’t recall the last time
I was handled so sweetly by July
One could believe the brute had
changed his ways while away
by the gentleness…
medium.com
July 2, 2024 at 7:36 PM
A lot of my poetry lately won't fit here, so here's a link to my latest on Medium for any intrepid, curious folks!
medium.com/@quillandaxe...
medium.com/@quillandaxe...
I ordered the ribs
once at a seafood joint
[it happens]
They were tolerable
[in a sad way]
Then I broke a tooth
[One of the elders
that sits in the back -
a veteran member of the congregation]
I’ve never ordered ribs
at a seafood joint again
[A damn fool thing from the outset]
once at a seafood joint
[it happens]
They were tolerable
[in a sad way]
Then I broke a tooth
[One of the elders
that sits in the back -
a veteran member of the congregation]
I’ve never ordered ribs
at a seafood joint again
[A damn fool thing from the outset]
July 1, 2024 at 6:33 PM
I ordered the ribs
once at a seafood joint
[it happens]
They were tolerable
[in a sad way]
Then I broke a tooth
[One of the elders
that sits in the back -
a veteran member of the congregation]
I’ve never ordered ribs
at a seafood joint again
[A damn fool thing from the outset]
once at a seafood joint
[it happens]
They were tolerable
[in a sad way]
Then I broke a tooth
[One of the elders
that sits in the back -
a veteran member of the congregation]
I’ve never ordered ribs
at a seafood joint again
[A damn fool thing from the outset]
It's a bit long for here, but here's a link to the latest poetry I've done.
medium.com/@quillandaxe...
medium.com/@quillandaxe...
A Grin For Goebbels
The information age
and all the information
is secondhand smoke
A promise of love from a
ravaged gigolo
desperate for a drink
suffices as…
medium.com
June 30, 2024 at 5:03 PM
It's a bit long for here, but here's a link to the latest poetry I've done.
medium.com/@quillandaxe...
medium.com/@quillandaxe...
Don't be obsequious
I'll speak to your keeper
No call for a waterless hole
in this arid place
Only a fresh mirage
will see you serviceable
but it won't last
It never does
It never will
I'll speak to your keeper
No call for a waterless hole
in this arid place
Only a fresh mirage
will see you serviceable
but it won't last
It never does
It never will
June 28, 2024 at 9:31 PM
Don't be obsequious
I'll speak to your keeper
No call for a waterless hole
in this arid place
Only a fresh mirage
will see you serviceable
but it won't last
It never does
It never will
I'll speak to your keeper
No call for a waterless hole
in this arid place
Only a fresh mirage
will see you serviceable
but it won't last
It never does
It never will