Mervyn "Deep Cobra" Seivwright

Grand Rising and Blessings. I am behind on posting poems published. :

1 Poem “Sunrising From the Mind 12,” in Indelible Literary and Arts Journal, “Awakening,” Issue 9, London Arts-Based Research Centre.
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Mindful Poetry Moments 6th Edition (2025) | The Well PREORDER ONLY During National Poetry Month 2025, poetry enthusiasts from around the world celebrated with Mindful Poetry Moments, now in its sixth year. Throughout April, we hosted four Virtual Gather...

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2 Poems “Softening the Noise,” “I am from me,” in Mindful Poetry Moments 2025 Anthology
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Granules Before the full pour of our first issue, these were the first drops that cut through. What began as a preview of Mouthful of Salt and as a way to offer a glimpse of the voices and vision behind our…

Grand Rising and Blessings. I am behind on posting poems published. I have 3 to share:
2 Poems “Do Not Yield,” “If Crickets Could Talk,” in Mouthful of Salt, Granules.
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If We Remember In a South London elderly home, the residents had finished their midday meal, now marionettes with strings unstressed, sunken into each puffed red lazy chair around the room. Our uncle was wide-eyed, shifting in his ninety-seventh loop around the sun. His now and memories are dancing, fleeting memories selfish for attention in his mind. Then, I shifted time selfishly, the marionettes latched me to a summer between college years, working with my mum, watching her with seasoned residents, a lead bee swiftly hopping within a hive, bringing care, communicating, coaxing, carrying those with frail tree branches, frames waving in the wind. The sound of the domino box ting on the table, jolted me back with our uncle, his eyes shining as I swirled the domino cards, as we Jamaicans called them. Touching the dominoes, uncle was tethered to this instant, seventies Abba songs filling the room from the television blending with domino card clacks, the staccato coughs and moans from those in their time-locked slumber around us, great-uncle, niece, great-nephew gathered around a serving table, being present, taking videos to slow down the string of time racing through fingers, holding on to the moment he said domino.

I am thankful to the editors of Loud Coffee Press for publishing this poem, “If We Remember.”

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@keithwilsonpoet.bsky.social Hello, respected Sir. I was at a school and met a young man who wants to get into game writing. Is there a way to point him towards finding a game manuscript to see what it looks like and the expectations? Thank you.

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Thanks to the Editors, I cannot wait to see my words represented in The Hong Kong Review. #poem #poetry #writerslife #poetlife

In the kaleidoscope of autumn leaves Mervyn Seivwright I look for light, the harmonizing glow, the fiery feeling, yet the leaves flash to brittle browning more hastily this year. I wish to greet each set of eyes locked with my energy this day, the gift of breath seems an embrace enough with icons falling as age-old oak trees once on fertile, now gritty frail ground. I need to be the lighthouse, the fog thicker, the rocks sharper, the sea, an unrestricted unrest. I seek to be a space, listening, tender bliss enough for that moment, cheerfulness harvests a smile in return and even when it’s too cold to snow joyful tears can still warm cheeks to chin. If I could crack the egg layers of anxiety we hyper sow from the ones and zeroes slinging our eyes across screen projecting successive voices in an alley cat yard peeling skin from each end of the compass, I could be the sun, a torch for the heart of shared accepted teddy bear hugs, forest green moss breathing life in lungs, be the instant when hope encompasses us. I would know when the shadows compress with darkening cracks, a pinhole of acute light would find a way.

Hi #BlueSky!
Sharing a #poem just #published about my way to move forward in this social #climate. “In the kaleidoscope of autumn leaves.”

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In the kaleidoscope of autumn leaves Mervyn Seivwright I look for light, the harmonizing glow, the fiery feeling, yet the leaves flash to brittle browning more hastily this year. I wish to greet each set of eyes locked with my energy this day, the gift of breath seems an embrace enough with icons falling as age-old oak trees once on fertile, now gritty frail ground. I need to be the lighthouse, the fog thicker, the rocks sharper, the sea, an unrestricted unrest. I seek to be a space, listening, tender bliss enough for that moment, cheerfulness harvests a smile in return and even when it’s too cold to snow joyful tears can still warm cheeks to chin. If I could crack the egg layers of anxiety we hyper sow from the ones and zeroes slinging our eyes across screen projecting successive voices in an alley cat yard peeling skin from each end of the compass, I could be the sun, a torch for the heart of shared accepted teddy bear hugs, forest green moss breathing life in lungs, be the instant when hope encompasses us. I would know when the shadows compress with darkening cracks, a pinhole of acute light would find a way.

Hi #BlueSky!
Sharing a #poem just #published about my way to move forward in this social #climate. “In the kaleidoscope of autumn leaves.”

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here's hoping
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Blessings #Blueesky! Today, I share my first publication of the year from the editors of The Basilisk Tree, my poem, “My Echoed Instants.

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Hello #Bluesky!
I can finally share my poem, “Presently Me,” which was one of two finalists for the 2023 C.P. Cavafy Poetry Prize.

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Hello #Bluesky!
I can finally share my poem, “Presently Me,” which was one of two finalists for the 2023 C.P. Cavafy Poetry Prize.

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Blessings #Blueesky! Today, I share my first publication of the year from the editors of The Basilisk Tree, my poem, “My Echoed Instants.

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Sunrising From the Mind - XVII I bring the shadows to the river, wider from spring showers, carving the banks deeper. The moss has painted itself here. The path of the valley, thinner to tread while my shadow plays bounce and blend in breaks betwixt broken trunks, stone stairs, tall sliding stones. My thoughts vanish, feeling the river’s trickle and white bubble-womps. My skin is sensitive to the air with quilted comfort. Each thrush and blackbird are tweaking solos. It is here I ground my feet in the soaked soil and fuse.

Grand Rising #bluesky
This is a #poem #published from a future collection to share.

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idk who needs to hear this but you’re a writer. even if you’re not writing right now. your identity is not dependent on your production.

Thank you. I am not producing as much, but holding myself to one new poem per week, and if, if it uses my voice, then I insert hope in some way, somehow, even if, a pinhole of light.

Manifest Predestinate Man Society inculcates us to chase our goals never surrender mining through mountains what makes a man a shepherd the long warmth of arms—embracing what makes a man a shepherd the long crooked stick—swinging an acorn crushed in a man’s hands will breed no generations acreages of land claimed when it is tilled by one man’s order possessing a populace grains of DNA in a rat’s jolting-labyrinth disloyal blood grated irrigating the grime is a required tribute infinite seeds slip through fingers of small town folks adolescent breathless bones the mortar of tenement tower rubble a restraining cage of souls human festering fertilization stench does not stain clinical high-rise-arched palaces if vocal cords can be severed unable to vibrate erupt trade winds will sputter voices hiss

Hello #bluesky
Sharing a new #poem previously published by Poetry.Onl in 2022.

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A poem: Progress, They Call It (a Contrapuntal Poem - every other line comprises a standalone poem, then the two are woven together) progress, they call it: slashing, burning, progress— can’t stop the forward motion of a nation! encroaching, elbowing, uprooting the living who would want to thwart the people’s will, or kill the canopy of verdant sunlit trees that once breathed sweet aroma of crisply minted bills enrobed in leather with our exhalations. we breathed theirs until they gasped the faintest whiff of manliness, invoking will, their last, until they fell to saw and ax, bulldozed determination. ancestors’ words forgotten as new money’s burned to make a way for strip malls and wealth, unfettered by past sense, decorum, grows, power lines—such progress don’t go well with pines— it goes to feed the engines of industry that only thrive incinerating cedar selves in swirling smoke coal-fired on the backs of miners, steelworkers, “little people”— their ashes drifting heavenwards and carried those dispensable, extra mouths to feed until on the santa ana winds to add a colored layer the robots shove them off a cliff to the cliffs of palo duro choking out the summer sun.

Good morning! Here's a #poem for today. First time writing a #contrapuntal poem. Neither as hard (nor quite as easy) as it looked. Thanks for introducing me to the form, @mervynspoet.bsky.social

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Manifest Predestinate Man Society inculcates us to chase our goals never surrender mining through mountains what makes a man a shepherd the long warmth of arms—embracing what makes a man a shepherd the long crooked stick—swinging an acorn crushed in a man’s hands will breed no generations acreages of land claimed when it is tilled by one man’s order possessing a populace grains of DNA in a rat’s jolting-labyrinth disloyal blood grated irrigating the grime is a required tribute infinite seeds slip through fingers of small town folks adolescent breathless bones the mortar of tenement tower rubble a restraining cage of souls human festering fertilization stench does not stain clinical high-rise-arched palaces if vocal cords can be severed unable to vibrate erupt trade winds will sputter voices hiss

Hello #bluesky
Sharing a new #poem previously published by Poetry.Onl in 2022.

#poet #poetry #poetsofbluesky #blacksky #BlueskyPoets
#poetrycommunity #SpaldingMFA #amwriting #Skypoets #poetlife

There is an interesting form in play. You take each phrase from the first stanza and they become the corresponding first lines for the other stanzas in the poem.

Emerging from the obligatory seasonal head cold right in the gap before work of course, I see the news and would quite like a rewind button. I can confirm, however, that this @brokensleepbooks.bsky.social volume is really very good - and healing.

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Orange book cover with red swirls on it. The title is Erode with Me by Nikki Dudley

My pamphlet, Erode with Me, came out with Broken Sleep Books, one year ago!

Happy book birthday to me 🥳

If you want to check it out, it's available on their site!

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It was way too greasy. I had a friend who went for the chicken gizzards. I know now it was a targeted ill health food place to black communities.

DEI has been rebranded as the new N word.

I always wondered why they were not in the suburbs.