Just wondering if there’s anyone on BlueSky who isn’t a scammer, hooker, or both. Been here a year now as a social experiment, and have had nothing but…

I’m not working at the moment, but continue to recieve emails from companies wanting me to help them out. Instead of saying “maybe you should have paid me properly and on time”, now I just say “Not my circus. Not my monkeys…” They don’t like that. But I do…

I’m not sure what to say here sometimes, but I do know that we’re heading into a new fascist era, unless we stop it now. Because tomorrow will be too late…

If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye, As my feet trudge weary through another endless day, All before me would be softly moonlit paths, The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…

Interesting to be contacted by so many people, to whom if I don’t reply within an hour, block me. A sure red flag…

“Somewhere in North America, a young Hispanic girl is hiding in an attic and writing a diary…”

If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye, As my feet trudge weary through another endless day, All before me would be softly moonlit paths, The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…

Best Proms ever! youtu.be/GxLF1Q8U3eQ

The Veteran who recited the Kohima Prayer missed out a line. The sad thing is that 99% of people didn’t notice it, but of the 1% who did, no one was concerned about him forgetting a word or two… “When you go home, tell them of us and say, for your tomorrow, we gave our today…”

Went to a funeral yesterday. A difficult day, but when it was over I realised that I’d “been there” for four people: My mum, the widow, and her two sons. It was only when I got back home I realised an error in my maths; the fifth one, was me…

There’s something I think that some women fail to understand, Their beauty is not in a twenty year old’s hips or tits and thighs, But in their words and care, their lips, and the light in their eyes…

If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye, As my feet trudge weary through another endless day, All before me would be softly moonlit paths, The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay…

Only four Scammers this evening…

To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour… - Blake

Thinking about the start of Pride Month today. And that there are so many people in the world whose incompleteness and sorrow is caused by the absence of love. Love is love… is love… The wonder of it… The feeling of walking on air… It doesn’t matter how it comes, only that it is there…

And missing out on all of those multi million dollar competitors that I never entered…

So disappointed that no-one on BlueSky has claimed to live where I live and offered to suck my balls in the last 20 minutes…

Is there anyone on BlueSky who isn’t either a Prostitute or a Scammer?

I almost can’t even be bothered to publish any thoughts here. Until Americans decide that Fascism is what their grandparents gave their lives to defeat, I can’t be fucking bothered…

When you can’t even post a poem as short as Wendell Berry’s “The Peace of Wild Things” you realise how completely useless this App is…

Just to reassure everyone that I have no plans to invade Canada, Greenland, Gaza or the Panama Canal, because if I did, in the UK I’d be sectioned and chucked in a rubber room. But ‘Merica, right?

Just awaiting KRISTALLNACHT now…

If anyone ever wanted irrefutable evidence that Trump is a cunt…

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Spotted in New Zealand:

@danielledryad.bsky.social Get well you!

If If I could only hold and keep thee in my mind’s eye, As my feet trudge weary through another endless day, All before me would be softly moonlit paths, The owl’s cry, and the scent of harvest hay… (c) Ben Kaye 2024

Dandelion Time is growing dark and slow As meadow memories Sweet as the sweet grass in your hair Fall to Autumn’s harvest And yet the Dandelion Clock ticks on Tick tock - she loves me Tick tock - she loves me not

I used to write for Advertising, so I’m immune to it. They get so frustrated by a “non consumer”. It’s almost as if their brains can’t compute the existence of such a being, or at the very least, want to deny it to those who pay them…

It’s amazing how civil the discourse is, until you tell them you have no money to buy whatever they’re selling…

We all have a Promised Land. For some it’s flowers bursting into life on a high rise balcony Seeing their child come home from Hospital A ‘fridge with something in it. Canvas becoming bricks A negative scan A smile from the lady at the checkout Not being pissed on A day without bombs Love. Anything…

The First Lady doesn’t want me to go. Boo hoo…

Completely thrilled by all the “Hello gorgeous!” messages. I feel so loved… 😉

Because everybody hurts, sometimes… youtu.be/PGCFIvqyr48

Both in the news today for differing reasons. Michael Sheen who remortgaged his house to fund the Homeless World Cup, Jeremy Clarkson who bought a farm to evade tax.

Sorry Reese, I’m not available… 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

The Labour Party has labelled the badger cull as 'ineffective,' yet they still permit existing cull licences to continue. Repost if you agree this is unacceptable!

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; Sonnet 116. It’s a stunner in full, but too long for BlueSky sadly. Check it out - it’s a blinder…

Hey there, Mr. Blue We're so pleased to be with you Look around, see what you do Everybody smiles at you…

I’m guessing this isn’t a great medium to post my nascent poetry to, as it’s often a work in progress with many edits. BlueSky doesn’t seem to allow editing of posts, which means you have to delete the entire post and start again from scratch… 🙄

“How sullen pouts this fickle moon; But how sublime, shines true the one I love; How close apart, near touching in the darkest light; We are, amidst the falling stars…”