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What state did Grandma get runover by a reindeer in, exactly?

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I’m in awe of our vss community🙏

In order 2make change, focus can help.
After understanding the true issue, the next step is to clearly define & focus on a goal

The next word comes from the acronym GROW
G is for a clearly defined goal.

The #vss365 #prompt for 17Nov is #Goal

@youngliz.bsky.social thank you so much for all your incredible words!

Here is today's poem called "Quite Cartographer"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #geography

#vss365 #prompt #Nov6

Good morning! The next word from my Xword book index is #geography - not one of my better subjects from school, though I enjoyed drawing maps.
I still prefer real maps - if I don't know where I am now, how can GPS tell me where to go next?

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#vss365 #prompt #Nov5

Morning all!
When I flew from my then home in Tenerife to meet an agent, my kids hoped I'd become rich and famous. Unfortunately he turned out to be a scammer, which is partly why I have self-published my books. At least I can trust me!

Today's word is #famous. Have fun!

It's all a turning spindle-- a single, coarse thread. This life must be learned--  an education of work-- the patient, pulling truth. There will be tangles-- knots formed + tighten. It is only in the unweaving-- in the slow, frustrating, grace of finding a single end… do our own fingers learn the original lie of the weave.

Here is today's poem called "Tapestry"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #education

Oops! #November4th.

Thank you!!!!

The veil is thin this night-- breathing argent-- every leaf is edged with a second, brighter life. The common air itself has learned to shine. + we, who walked in dust, now wear the light.

Here is today's poem called "Gleam"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #argent

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Welcome, lovely writers 🌍🌎🌏

The colour of every mad scientist's hair - silvery white.
Or the French for money if you prefer. Ooh la la, ker-ching.

The word for Oct 29th :

ARGENT

#vss365 #prompt #argent

Food is too expensive, controlled by billionaires.
Energy is too expensive, controlled by billionaires.
Housing is too expensive, controlled by billionaires.
Wages are too low, controlled by billionaires.

I'm going to blame... immigrants.

The hypothesis: a measured silence. The apparatus: two chairs, one unspoken thing. We introduce a variable-- the accidental brush of skin-- You are always the experiment.  Observe the reaction: a quickening, a warmth. Conclusion: Inconclusive. Yet the lab notes are full of your name.

Here is today's poem called "IRB Approval"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #experiment

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Welcome, lovely writers 🌍🌎🌏

Mad Scientists, with their matter transporters and reanimated dead corpses, causing trouble.

The word for Oct 28th :

EXPERIMENT

#vss365 #prompt #experiment

No, I don't want to creep by-- be silent amongst demons-- when I arrive, please, tell him it's me, finally! Yes, let Devil know I'm here + with all the terror I am, there is hell to pay.

Here is today's poem called "Guest"
#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #terror

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Welcome, lovely writers 🌍🌎🌏

Monsters that lurk under the bed. Aliens that invade from strange worlds.
Serial killers in the neighbourhood.
Keith, going to the chip shop in just his underpants.
All create...

The word for Oct 25th :

TERROR

#vss365 #prompt #terror

The mouth a quiet line. Teeth unseen--, no sound to give it away. But deep in the bones, a private warmth is lit. A choice, against the gray. The face is still, but the soul has curled at the edges.

Here is today's poem called "You Should Smile More"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #unseen

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Welcome, lovely writers 🌍🌎🌏

Never feel invisible.
There is always somebody who appreciates your art - even if you don't know it.

The word for Oct 23rd :

UNSEEN

#vss365 #prompt #unseen

At Midnight there is no energy like a kinetic woman-- power lines running up + down spine-- eyes swirling turbines-- generator thighs-- nuclear reactor attitude-- Her smile, an electric chair. Forget the Governor-- strap me in!

Here is today's poem called "Turbines"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #energy

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Welcome, lovely writers 🌍🌎🌏

Feeling tired?
Feeling jaded?

Energy Bars
Energy Drinks
And Energy Beams for those who want rid of their boss.

The word for Oct 22nd :

ENERGY

#vss365 #prompt #energy

The arrival will not do so for conquest. Their saucer will settle in the dust  of our empty capitals + monuments. They will walk with sensors-- their great + vibrant liquid eyes  will fill with a sorrow  known only to be "human". They will trace the ghost of a river-- listen to the wind carrying  the echos of our arguing-- the bitter frequency of invisible borders. They will find our libraries,  our concert halls,  our cathedrals, + they will weep. For the brilliant,  shining thing we were given, + the dull,  broken thing we chose to make.

Here is today's poem called "Broken Things + The Choices"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #saucer #lfc

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Welcome, lovely writers 🌍🌎🌏

You've tweeted so many amazing stories and poems. So much talent out there 👏👏👏

Cats drink milk from them.
Aliens visit Earth in them.
Or the saucer-like eyes of HG Wells' Martians.

The word for Oct 21st :

SAUCER

#vss365 #prompt #saucer

A seed of fire-- a grain of existance in a field of infinity-- knotted by the unrelenting. Then, a sun, born! The world-- now too small for an atom's shadow.

Here is today's poem called "Shadow"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #atom

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Welcome, lovely writers 🌍🌎🌏

He's a tiny superhero.
It's what everything is made of.
And if you split it - KABOOOOM!

The word for Oct 20th :

ATOM

#vss365 #prompt #atom

Best problem to have, my friend!

A pale comma against the dark lacquer of space. No rice-- it's is a suggestion of a roll-- a breath held  in the shape of maki. Sliced tuna-- a single crimson thought-- floats beside an avocado ghost. Then, it all turns, a silent culmination  in the brine of its own becoming. The wasabi always hovers. 

Here is today's poem called "Philadelphia Roll, Deconstructed"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #hover

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Welcome, lovely writers 🌍🌎🌏

Something that flying saucers do whilst snatching humans.
Or a way futuristic cars with no wheels travel.
Or a little less sexy - a hover mower.

The word for Oct 19th :

HOVER

#vss365 #prompt #hover

The new one breathes in the corner-- a soft whir where our chest would be.  We gather, a silent ritual. The old one sits-- a statue of yesterday's metal-- a cord, a vein of light connects the past to the present. We watch the data stream-- the logic of a lullaby-- the precise angle for wiping a tear-- a million memories it learned by rote-- the instinct of a newer heart. As the switch from old  to monument + new to active-- this android turns on-- Its gaze is familiar-- It knows us.

Here is today's poem called "Migrating"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #android

Happening now: Here’s a view of the “No Kings” protest in Washington, DC