The following poems were inspired by the Outcast and Other Words anthology which I came across sometime in 2024. I decided to take all the prompts from that anthology and see what I could come up with myself.
17th Sep 2025 – Shared with dVerse – reflections
1: Outcast
Duck Face
We outcasted ourselves by dissemination
Of the minutiae of every spit and cough
Sharing feeble insights and useless opinion
Considering a duck face meme be enough
2: Unearth
Deeper
When dug down deep enough
Through all the muddied ground
A sense formed from nothing
Unexpectedly found profound
3: Imperfect
The Perfect Image
A studied mirror finds the flaws
The qualities hindered by thought
Image is only imagination
Subconsciously learned and taught
4: Destiny
Stopped Dead
A tragic victim of fate or led astray by odd notions?
Either way, ended up beneath the roiling oceans
Or frozen solid on a parade to the mountaintop
Life lived in safety has already come to a stop
5: Gratitude
Crawl
Sparky Attitude, an ungrateful iconoclast
Demolished her own feeble castle keeps
An arrogant empire would neither share nor last
To a lonely future she limps and creeps
6: Wild
Innate
A heart race
As the tiger leapt
Covering me with all its grace
In his eyes kept
All the wonder
Of his beauty
All the danger of his threat
7: Remedy
Good Little Boys and Girls
Crush the little kiddy bones
Grip their brains to squeeze
Make a million homo-clones
Purely bred to please
Break the little baby brain
Mould until compliant
Not an atom must remain
Of any trace defiant
8: Candour
Home, James
Hello Frank, I’m Earnest
Let’s work to fix this joint
Blunt, direct and candid
Let’s just get to the point
9: Accidental
The Place Of Knowing
Was it an accident or fate?
Did destiny set me straight?
I fell off the path while going
To the place of finally knowing
10: Mimic
Bovell Rock
Show me the mould, I wanna break it
It’s a lovealution and we’re gonna make it
Put me in a box and I’ll find an escape
That’s the revolution we’re trying to shape
Inspired by Dennis Bovell
11: Guardian
Hold On
Hold on tight to the hallelujahs
Death creeps in ditches along the way
No protection on the road to perdition
When the drunk comes out to play
Inspired by a young friend of a friend who was suddenly killed by a drunk driver
12: Indecision
Designer
Wishing and waiting?
Thoughts and prayers?
Thin ice skating
A toy on the stairs
Get busy designing
With purpose and pliers
Lifetime defining
Lighting the fires
13: Light
All The Wrongs
Why the darkness, why the night
Where all the wrongs are told as right?
The world around wasn’t forced to fight
Let’s take a step towards the light
14: Fear
The Unfolding
Always made meaning
As the moment slipped away
Slowly unfolding
15: Intricate
Mandelbrot
The politics of time create confusion
All blame is built on past illusion
A cobweb mandala of contrived deceit
The circle of power remains incomplete
16: Colours
True
Don’t be afraid of the rainbow
Black and white is never true
That’s why the world makes you crazy
And only seeing blue
When it’s all too much to bear
Is when it’s time for you to show
When the darkness makes you small
The truth will help you grow
17: Emptiness
Firestarter
Just need a little juice to fill up the whole
A tiny spark to get some action-shifting
A combustion of the heart that you stole
To restock the emptiness of your gifting
18: Performance
Exit Stage Left
Get it together, this is your show
Your audience awaits with bated breath
To follow your story as you grow
And the curtain closes with your death
19: Abundance
Gurfa
Who can catch all the falling figs
Ripened and ready for your dreams?
All the water in the palm of your hand
Is never enough it seems
20: Resting
Spike
I told you I was ill
Perhaps it’s for the best
I just lie here still
To enjoy my final rest
21: Day and Night
A Perfect Contradiction
Waking in the morning was as if nothing had changed
Except that everything in life had been rearranged
Walking again into the night the patterns are all the same
What it was and what it is now has a different name
22: Secret Doorways
Wizards
The Internet is a collective hallucination
Trap doors hide the rabbit holes
Spiralling further away from reality
Over the rainbow and beyond controls
23: Taste
A Distinct Lack Of
Once the sweetness of success sets in
A bitter pill is like ingesting sin
Lazy complacency soon turns sour
A spicy life now mundane and dour
24: Shadows
Colourless
Life stamps out the artist
Imagination overruled by data
Needing money for survival
Has us working harder not smarter
25: Fragment
The Creases
Taking a thought and pulling it apart
Taking a heart and smashing it to pieces
A fragment pleases, a misunderstood art
An origami part, following the creases
26: Wishes
My Honest Pitch
Everything’s an ad, even the news
Propaganda spun to get more views
Everything’s and ad so here’s my pitch
Subscribe now if you want to get rich
27: Circle
The Newest Apocalypse
Fighting for breath, caught in the undertow,
Unplug from the drama, go with the flow
Another story that no one else needs to know
An ever-decreasing circle ready to be let go
Title taken from and poem inspired by The Stoa Letter email
28: Life
Guru Free
For life, always in search of a cure
But what is good is easy to get!
What is terrible, easy to endure!
Death hasn’t come for us yet
For a thousand years, this advice, free
Now sold by gurus for a mighty fee
29: Moonstruck, Ragtag & Wanderlust
My Three Sons
Such useless boys, always dreaming
Their twinkling eyes always gleaming
Awaiting their return, to see them again
Left as boys yet returned as men
30: Journey
Eulogy
Chuck me in the cheapest casket
Feed my flesh to the flames
Waste no time with weeping
Rejoice your reality remains
31: Nostalgia
The Cleaner
Without explanation let’s concoct a story
A dry tale to give the past some meaning
Wrap an old coat around to comfort
When these memories need spring cleaning
32: Reflection
The Weight Of A Seed
With the weight of a seed
Arrogance kept in his heart
His majestic glow darkens
His character torn apart
No matter his benevolence
The righteousness of his deeds
To hell, he will banished
For satisfying his own needs
33: Time
Sand
Time
Fourth dimension
Moments in trust
Let them all go
Infinite
34: Christmas
No Christmas
It’s a minority holiday
Needles drop from the old pine tree
Whatever Santa may say
Each year less present to see
It’s another year of pain
The glitter and glamour have faded
Each time coming around again
Until successfully evaded
To celebrate your own existence
Needs no manger of lights
Defy peer pressure insistence
There are no wrongs and rights
35: End of Year
Getting There
You’ll always have a seat
If you bring your own chair
Losing isn’t always beat
But shows you’re getting there
36: Begin
From The Off
If you want a happy ending
The peak that offers reward
Navigate the discomforts
The form found unexplored
37: Misgivings
The Fold
All my thinking folds in on itself*
To stand proud, solid and silent as the tree
A summer showing of greenest health
Conceals the winter dark inside of me
*https://tinyhearts.uk/2024/09/16/mowing/
38: Boundary
I Am Better
I didn’t bring a gun to a knife fight
I’ll not flash cash in a parade of wealth
I’m no better than you and no more right
I am only better than my past self
39: Delicious, Distasteful & Dimension
Moderation
A weekly wine goes down delicious
But any more would be distasteful
Visiting the drunken dimension
Throws up, to be overly wasteful
40: Afternoon Tea
The Puppet
The jar and jerk to the puppet
Are you in control of your action?
Cause yourself some calm
Sip from the cup of satisfaction
41: Weather
The Flood
Despite all our human progress
Streets ran with rivers of browny slime
Rising ever higher as if to impress
The power of nature not tempered by time
42: Revelation
The Four Divergents
Are we are righteous, acting out a virtue?
Or is there no other choice, no better outcome?
Or do we accept that this is the way of the world?
Or is this just a habit, the way we have become?
Which narrative will we use today
For each decision that comes into play?
43: Heartbeat
Flatline
There’s no time to stop, even to live
Pushed to the limit, something’s got to give
Pumping ugly muscle, pulse under pressure
Once busted it stays broken forever
44: Fallen
Stuck In Motion
If I wasn’t sitting down when the spin hit
The swirling vortex afore me would soon see me sat
Cartoon birds circle my head where I sit
Stuck in a motion that keeps me where I’m at
45: Spring
Poppy Theatre
From twisted dirt and tortured mud
Became the little field that could
Sprung the soft after the harden
The poppied theatre become the garden
46: Patience
The Wind Up
I wouldn’t wish me on anyone
Your patience put to the test
I’m in perpetual motion
You’ll never have chance to rest
47: Vibrant
Skipping School
A flourishing joy around a rope jump
Lush youth laughing and chasing
Hustle and bustle, the mad thrills pump
Energetic thoughts set hearts a-racing
Spirited shouts and sudden screaming
It’s an unharmonious harmonious noise
Fresh-faced fancies of everyday dreaming
Amongst the funky fires of the girls and boys
48: Glimpse
The Catch
We’re chasing rainbows in a clown car*
With common sense in the rearview mirror
Whilst catching a glimpse of the future
Where everything will become less clearer
49: Fortitude, Resolute & Epiphany
My Three Daughters
With my love, my daughters will grow up strong
With the wealth of the oil from the olive trees
They will rise from the ashes to where they belong
To return to their home from the river to the seas
50: Evergreen
Desire
To be rich does not require
Further addition to your stacks
When the removal of desire
Is easily the simplest tax
51: Raindrops
A Tiny Flood
Alone I cannot carry Noah
Sun soon evaporates my form
Together our mighty arms destructive
Hear the roar of our oncoming storm
Dissolved into the terrible power
Lost in the crowd of the ocean
Until it’s my time to rise again
A never-ending circular motion
52: Emergence
Ideas That Don’t Exist
You don’t exist yet
No form but aspiring
Struggle to germinate
To break the seed skin
A sprout to be set
New growth inspiring
Hollow bricks gestate
A weapon within
Today I’m feeling:
Fairly good. I got up early and out for coffee whilst also doing some reading and writing.
Amy turned up more … morning with a carrot cake that she made as a gift. Whilst there, she talked with Baew, who had stayed at Noy’s house last night and had already started drinking again!
I dropped Amy there so she could drink and talk more with her friends, picking her up again in the early evening.
During that time, I mostly just read, starting the Suspect Device book and the first story in the Marvel reading order. The first of thousands of Marvel comics! I also enjoyed Jodorowsky’s The Incal, too.
Early to bed tonight, with reading, as I head to the hospital at 7 am.
Health:
Physical: 7
Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
Some quiet time at home, just me and a book.
The best thing about today was:
Writing a new poem that I was happy with. I haven’t been writing quite as much recently but seem to be able to click back into it easily enough.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
One of our cats peed on the sofa last night and whiffs from it sometimes took my breath away as I was reading. Bleurgh! I’ll have to sort it out tomorrow, taking off the covers and washing them, spraying loads of deodoriser too.
Something I learned today?
Miyor, Nudee and Satang posted a story of them drinking beer last night. Naughty! I wrote to Miyor but just laughed about it.
Review your acts, Good and bad.
I wished Anchan a better year ahead.

A wonderful set of reflections! What we were, what we are, what we could be, and what we shouldn’t! 🙂 Nicely placed for the new year. I hope you can follow your thoughts and dreams.
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Thanks Stephen and all credit to you if you read through the whole post!
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Thanks, I did. They were all enjoyable in the large statements they made with such brevity. And even though they were different, there was a common theme throughout of work on doing good that made it such a good collection. I did not follow the links, though. Enjoy!
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Quite a compilation from reflecting upon the year–and the ideas that don’t exist yet.
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I might try this again, using the same prompts and seeing how ideas might have changed.
I don’t think I will be able to get it ready it time for 1st January though….but I am slightly enticed by the thought….
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Good luck!
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wow! Obviously this is a lot, but it represents a year, work, art, anguish, and bliss. It’s pretty amazing.
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Thanks Aaron. The ideas weren’t specific to the week at the time of writing but that is something I could try next year, maybe…. I like a big challenge!
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It is absolutely amazing! A lot of work.
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This is an epic— really a lot to reflect on… it made me think how complicated everything is… like a kaleidoscope
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That’s a nice image and sometimes how our brains work!
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