Often bewildered A cultural disconnect I don’t belong here I don’t belong anywhere A choice I made long ago Another planet Aliens walk among us A sideways side-eye Weird welcomes may be hiding Daggers and fists held in check Heads down and bum up The square pegs will never fit Scared of the unknown A slow assimilation Under cover of the night Who am I to say? I’m not one but the other Out in the wide-open Searching for a hole to hide Keep quiet, wait for my moment It’s us versus them Until accommodated Compelled to fit in Or stay along the margins Til my tribe reveals itself Often bewildered Aliens walk among us Scared of the unknown Searching for a hole to hide Til my tribe reveals itself
A garland tanka shared with the Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Otherness
With my demons, I wrestle While probing fingers point Storm clouds gather undecided In search of a swollen joint Tickled tortures beyond pain With needles under nails Washed away on the tides Of one-too-many fails Without you, I would no longer exist
Shared with dVerse Quadrille #213 – with
I lost my mother When the screaming seagulls fell Our house now a mausoleum – Rebuilding a life A family of my own Will be my only revenge
This mondo shared with #TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge: Silver Linings . Image found at Palestine Will Be Free Substack 6th Dec 2025 – Shared with Poets and Storytellers United #206 – everybody scream
Defined by dualities A refusal to conform There’s no moral dilemma Opposition being born What sacrifices are made Challenging the status quo Protest against injustice Opposing the mainstream show Countering counterculture The margins are underground Narrative struggles remain Where opposition is found The conflict of one’s desire Families beggar belief Carving out personal faith Opposition brings relief
Shared with Poets and Storytellers United – opposite concepts
Look deep into the eyes Of the cat and dog freed from its cage There to be seen The root of all human happiness To chase around the beach, cuddle and engage
Inspired by Existential Comics 566 (excerpted) 24th Sep 2025 – Shared with dVerse Poetics Tuesday
Learning what to ignore Can lead to learning more Is this really news? It may be just for views Does the banner fright me? Is it true? It might be! You must stand up to defend Cos this could be the end Any should or would Could be understood What it means to kill It will, it will!
Any headline and byline using modal verbs can safely be ignored as news.
It was only a moment ago the skies spoke to you the possibilities wider and deeper than a young mind could conceive Then, as if to ruin the show came the treadmill of responsibilities now a raging river to erode all that you did believe Do you see it standing there? A black doorway in peripheral vision a slow beckoning of danger, awesome and ajar! Will it lead to a new life somewhere and are you ready for this decision? Where else to go once you’ve already come this far?
Inspired by a part of this article in The London Review of Books called Gloves on by Anne Carson, discussing dealing with Parkinson’s.
The word is a reckoning So roll up your sleeves Bring order to the turmoil Your monologue believes Codify your weary soul Give fire to your blues Step up towards your God Confront him with your news
Inspired and paraphrased (as ever) from the Red Hand Files #297 10th Sep 2025 – Shared with Poets and Storytellers United – something good
When did the heart harden? Turned to stone, dark and rough Too tough to beg pardon Too much no longer enough The buzzing bees have built Wide walls to the castle No more red wine spilt The parts no longer a parcel And so the keep is locked The key swallowed by a raven Flown far from the flocked To maintain the inner haven
Silhouettes In purpled passion Freedom calls Life’s tangle Left far behind, flown away Branches now laid bare
Shared with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Tangle and Tanka Tuesday – Shadorma
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