#poetry #blueskypoets
#poetry #blueskypoets
#PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust #spéirgorm
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#PoemsAbout #BonesOfTrust #spéirgorm
@brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
Trust yourself, the best bones you've got.
Thanks to @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for this community and for the imaginative prompt.
Trust yourself, the best bones you've got.
Thanks to @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for this community and for the imaginative prompt.
Great to see this becoming bigger each week. Well done to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for creating this burgeoning space - looking forward to reading others
Great to see this becoming bigger each week. Well done to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for creating this burgeoning space - looking forward to reading others
Thank you pausing here to read it!
Thank you pausing here to read it!
In your hands
No doubt is placed
Secure and confident
Transparency is shared
Out of my hands
Inhibitions cast away
Drifting freely into seas
Your promise sustains me
I fall in faith complete
No wings to protect me
Still, I feel you lift me
Through your protection.
#PoemsAbout
#BonesofTrust
In your hands
No doubt is placed
Secure and confident
Transparency is shared
Out of my hands
Inhibitions cast away
Drifting freely into seas
Your promise sustains me
I fall in faith complete
No wings to protect me
Still, I feel you lift me
Through your protection.
#PoemsAbout
#BonesofTrust
A month ago I mentioned that this poem was loosely based on the captain’s house at Tuckerton Seaport, but I didn’t have a photo at the time. It’s so sad. When I wrote the poem there was a tea house there. Now it is totally vacant.
A month ago I mentioned that this poem was loosely based on the captain’s house at Tuckerton Seaport, but I didn’t have a photo at the time. It’s so sad. When I wrote the poem there was a tea house there. Now it is totally vacant.
head down
like a dog
hunting in the dirt
Had to turn
the TV off
soulless reality TV
spoon-fed to the people
in a cheap thrills world
medicine for masses
to forget their daily grind
need something to believe in
to nourish my mind
#BonesOfTrust @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #PoemsAbout
head down
like a dog
hunting in the dirt
Had to turn
the TV off
soulless reality TV
spoon-fed to the people
in a cheap thrills world
medicine for masses
to forget their daily grind
need something to believe in
to nourish my mind
#BonesOfTrust @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #PoemsAbout
Thanks @alanparry83.bsky.social
@brokenspinearts.bsky.social
#Poetry #Valentines #SupportStructures
Thanks @alanparry83.bsky.social
@brokenspinearts.bsky.social
#Poetry #Valentines #SupportStructures
They're there, just small
Like hammer & anvil
Waiting to assist us in
Hearing truth amidst
Chatter of lies & distraction,
Whispering a reminder
Even the miniscule matters
(Sometimes most).
Place fear on the anvil, to be
Smashed with the hammer of
Trust
They're there, just small
Like hammer & anvil
Waiting to assist us in
Hearing truth amidst
Chatter of lies & distraction,
Whispering a reminder
Even the miniscule matters
(Sometimes most).
Place fear on the anvil, to be
Smashed with the hammer of
Trust