“Requiem” from Threnody, my second volume of #poetry, availiable at https://www.nihtgengapress.com/product/threnody-new-poems

#poem #indie

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Requiem We inhabit this Stellar threnody, Ghosts of the Twilight With the burden Of bone, Ashes and cinder Longing for home. A living requiem For the eons Before us.

There hanged
In black velvet,
The diamond lights
Of our genesis.
We are faceted,
And know each
Other by our
Shimmering.

#poetry

If I am being completely honest, "squared market concrete-loving marches" was the natural next step of seeing marches on the streets and this poem, which is very old, significantly father back than the posted date. I never got positive feedback from it in all those years, but I knew it had meaning.

Trimester Commission on Marked Inlay Puddles
https://subspacewagon.systems/trimester-commission-on-marked-inlay-puddles/

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I made up another word, farthling, (poor doggo)

squared market concrete-loving marches

https://subspacewagon.systems/squared-market-concrete-loving-marches/

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Another Dorothea "poem" - she is so spiteful, she just keeps repeating the word "temple", but she is referring to the internal temples inside us.

In which Dorothea sits behind me flipping the pages of my life
https://subspacewagon.systems/in-which-dorothea-sits-behind-me-flipping-the-pages-of-my-life/

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What is basically a blues poem, this very short poem came to me in something like a vision last evening.

Thus Spoke the Unnamed, Unknown God
https://subspacewagon.systems/thus-spoke-the-unnamed-unknown-god/

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You are not
Broken, you
Are a prism,
Every fracture
Refracting
The light.

#poetry

Whisper the
Names of stars
In my veins
if you wish to
Speak of
Forever.

#poetry

Catch fire
With me
On this
Mote of dust,
This iota
Of being,
While we
Accelerate
Through space.

#poetry

flashback to the beginning of the year:

New Lies of Patrimony Gloves
https://subspacewagon.systems/new-lies-of-patrimony-gloves/

The Accrued Mornings
https://subspacewagon.systems/the-accrued-mornings/

Alterpiece Coins in Loving Doubt and Regret
https://subspacewagon.systems/alterpiece-coins-in-loving-doubt-and-regret/

[[(and don't forget)
70%
https://www.tilley.blog/category/70/
https://subspacewagon.systems/category/70/]]

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Video essay: What Lesia Kulchynska discusses about the gig economy in warfare and terrorism has an obvious positive correlation with commodity fetishism. She demonstrates public anger is not what brings revolutions anymore and that new strategies need to be considered.

https://www.tilley.blog/lesia-kulchynska-the-lure-of-war-video-essay/

70%
https://www.tilley.blog/category/70/
https://subspacewagon.systems/category/70/

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Two of four books of poetry available freely on Internet Archive.

In The Winds Of The August Maladroit Parvenu
https://archive.org/details/in-the-winds-of-the-august-maladroit-parvenu-by-richard-j-tilley

Carnival Rations And Other Poems
https://archive.org/details/carnival-rations-and-other-poems-by-richard-j-tilley_202506

https://archive.org/details/@rtilley4
https://www.richard.tilley.directory/

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Every
Beautiful
Story
Begins
With a
Scar.

#poetry

Bring me to
The open
Casket
Of night,
Let the stars
Burn me
Alive inside
Of it.

#poetry

How like
The glint
Of a knife
The stars
Can seem,
And I’ve got
Coward’s veins,
But blood
That longs
For freedom.

#poetry

(reposting from this morning)

Dorothea’s Participatory Lyric
https://subspacewagon.systems/dorotheas-participatory-lyric/

Of the Temple Doormask and Retreat for Keymakers
https://subspacewagon.systems/of-the-temple-doormask-and-retreat-for-keymakers/

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May the
Void in
Your lungs
Always fill
With air
Without aching,
And may the
Tremble in
Your voice
Become a
Roar.

#poetry

There will come
A night that is
The last night,
And the stars
Will burn brighter
Having forgotten
Your name, and
Remembered
Their own.

#poetry

Given the
Choice,
These atoms
Would remain
Carbon and
Oxygen,
Hydrogen and
Nitrogen,
Free floating
In space,
Having already
Paid what they
Owed in fire.

#poetry

Which of us
Pulls at the other
Most? How do we
Calculate that
Orbit? More
Than bruises,
More than scars,
We left marks
That could only
Be described
As art.

Special thanks to @the_etrain for the prompt “2 Body art”

#poetry #writingprompt #2bodyart

#senryu by Laila Brahmbhatt @laila_brahmbhatt #summer #light #poetry #moon #dimples #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #moonlight #micropoetry #nyc

Dunraven

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

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Dunraven Hungry tides, break your heart against a black, unyielding stone; explode in weeping spray, and keen, for a lost embrace. The sky is cold as iron’s grip. The wind, its breath of discord, howls the wordless protest of a lost, forsaken soul. I hear her, still, and feel horrific loss across the years; what kills the travails of each life, to bind our hands, alone? Ghosts of other sorrows roam this ruined hill; in silence, hearing, hushed with empathy, all our faint voices lament. Blood sealed our fate. It is not complete, Say, how long? As Gods blink, they forget. Say, how long, how much longer, must we wait? Too many lives, too many ages, held in water’s rage, in shore’s defiance, in the wind’s lament of remembrance. Once more, my love, Sun must set, Moon pass to shade, before weary, yet kind days, may promise all another shore witnessed. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

@LoganFive and I collaborated on a writing prompt and here is my offering! You should join us. The prompt is “the world’s oldest rock” !

Give me
The wisdom
Of stone,
Let me erode
Slowly,
The embodiment
Of eons.
Hadean born
Gneiss,
Time borrowed
Throne of
Forever.

#Poetry #WritingPrompt #OldestRock

Our words
Live on
Cables running
At the bottom
Of the sea,
Is it any wonder
They can
Drown me?

#poetry

I haunt
This existence
Like stars in
Daytime,
Wholly here
But disappeared
Into the light.

#poetry

#haiku by Joseph Wechselberger @jwech15 Joseph lives in Browns Mills, NJ USA. Retired since March 2007, he began writing haiku/senryu in 2018. His work has been thrice Touchstone nominated, and has appeared in over 48 haiku journals, and anthologies.
#poetry #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #summer #NJ

I am yours
From star core
To flesh and bone
And back again.

#poetry

Ygdrasil is the first online literary journal, first published in 1993.

You might find the editor on Facebook and at Academia.edu.

#zine #zines #journals #poetry #literature #ygdrasil

I never felt
So lonely
As when
I learned
Your name

#poetry

I never confuse
A flurry of actions with
Productivity

#dailyhaikuprompt - flurry
#haiku
#poetry
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my lifetime spent on
a painful pilgrimage to
the next place to sit

#dailyhaikuprompt - pilgrimage
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#poetry
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#poem
#writing
#writingcommunity

From the light of freedom to a concrete tomb,
The fall was great and swift.
My soul cried out in a mighty boom,
How could it come to this?

Clamped down, trapped stuck,
Paralyzed in a tiny cage.
Had fate left me not a drop of luck?
Was there reason for this rage?

Told to lay down and die,
Something deep inside me stirred.
I can’t be caged I have to fly!
Not yet am I interred.

They can take my body, tie me down,
It matters not a bit.
My spirit still runs wild and free,
So in freedom here I sit.

~ Ross Ulbricht
Apr 30, 2024

It seems his artistic vision finally became reality.

sources

https://freeross.org/uncageable/

https://rossulbricht.substack.com/p/uncageable-poem-and-drawing

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Hand drawn image of a man interred in prison. He is kneeling in his cell between the bunk and desk cabinet, envisioning a scene above his head of a couple holding hands and giving thanks over food and a crowd seated together and a couple in the distance holding hands.