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roger waldron

@throwawayreg.bsky.social

a throwaway poet lives in Sheffield has never been a lover of slip-on-shoes writes poetry for people who don’t read poetry his pamphlet “My C&A Years” published by Dreich my best review “My husband loves this but he doesn’t know anything about poetry”

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roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 6d ago

Liking this from Mal Wow that first line 👍🫶 take time to read

Mal@hollowverses.bsky.social · 6d ago

I have outlived my own reflection. The mirror still searches for a woman who mistook bleeding for devotion. Poor thing. Now I wear the moon like a wolf wears winter not for its light, but because it teaches anything chased long enough learns to stalk.

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 6d ago

Morning Friday you find me in Filey that’s if you’re looking 🤷‍♂️ here’s my little “throwaway” poem for #PoemsAbout #LastTrain and thank @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poems #poetry #BlueSkyPoets Enjoy your weekend everyone everywhere 🛋️🗑️🚮🚶🏽‍➡️

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 6d ago

Afternoon he’s waiting in his octopus garden for #PoemsAbout he’s enjoying his holiday just like @throwawayreg.bsky.social 🛤️🚂🚞

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · last wk.

Love this 👍 and you will if you take the time and your settee grinds to a halt 🛋️

fnord (paying to hide blue tick)@fnord2323.bsky.social · last wk.

Also I have smoked the fags that were in the packet on the table and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so rasping

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · last wk.

Great piece from Ian 👍 take time to read it when your bicycle slows down

Ian Brownlie@ianbrownlie.bsky.social · last wk.

A slightly more personal idea for #BadHabits came to me this afternoon. And I thought about just holding it back (because, you know, some places don't take poems that have been shared on social media already).But...maybe #PoemsAbout is addictive? @thebrokenspine.co.uk

putting in the work

i started smoking
not because i wanted to smoke
and certainly not because i enjoyed it
not even because it felt cool

but because
i wanted to smoke weed
which certainly did feel cool
or 'draw'
which was the name
by which we referred to it then
and i had been told that
i wouldn't be able to smoke it
wouldn’t get the benefits
without developing my lungs
by smoking tobacco first

then for fifteen years
cigarettes helped
with the prompt smoothing of anxiety
a sense of closure after food
and the avoidance of social situations
none of which were ever adequately replaced

i loved the taste too
that bittersmoke rasp
so sue me

now i don't smoke
for the usual reasons
i gave up drinking too
and i haven't touched
illegal substances
in even longer

which just goes to prove
absolutely nothing

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 2w ago

It’s a WoW for this from Kyla 🫶

Kyla Houbolt@luaz.bsky.social · 2w ago

#PoemsAbout #BadHabits, @thebrokenspine.co.uk I really thought this one was in my collection Surviving Death, but apparently not! So here is Downhill, Second Hand:

Downhill, Second Hand

I catch a whiff.
Miss smoking like a long lost dog so
heck, buy a pack, light up,
goddam that is
too
good.

Maybe a
couple bottles
of wine. Why not?
though I quit that
years ago too. Ah.
Slides down
real nice.

It's all like it used to be.
Feeling fine,
I call an old friend
on the old landline.

She comes over
looking sassy and slick
and I pour her a glass, say
Damn, Death, that outfit is
so seductive. Tell me,
where do you shop?

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 2w ago

Frank O’Hara absolutely 🫶

Kyla Houbolt@luaz.bsky.social · 2w ago

I'll pretty much always repost Frank

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 2w ago

the only thing to say is WOW 😮 and put a little emoji

Charlotte the Procrastinator@catsbearsandme.bsky.social · 2w ago

#Poetry #BlueskyPoetry #HaydenCarruth Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey by Hayden Carruth

Scrambled eggs and whiskey
in the false-dawn light. Chicago,
a sweet town, bleak, God knows,
but sweet. Sometimes. And
weren't we fine tonight?
When Hank set up that limping
treble roll behind me
my horn just growled and I
thought my heart would burst.
And Brad M. pressing with the
soft stick and Joe-Anne
singing low. Here we are now
in the White Tower, leaning
on one another, too tired
to go home. But don't say a word,
don't tell a soul, they wouldn't
understand, they couldn't, never
in a million years, how fine,
how magnificent we were
in that old club tonight.

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 2w ago

love this from Francis 👍👏👍👏

Francis H Powell writer and poet @fhpowellwriter.bsky.social · 2w ago

#PoemsAbout #BadHabits @thebrokenspine.co.uk

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 2w ago

Morning Friday there’s an old saying and I’ve know eye deer what it is 🤷‍♂️ so here’s my little “throwaway” poem for #PoemsAbout #BadHabits and thank @alanparrywriter.co.uk and hold out my hand of friendship to everyone everywhere hope you all have a wonderful weekend #poetry #poems 🛋️🛋️🛋️

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 2w ago

a Policeman questions 4 blokes from Liverpool about #PoemsAbout “It goes live on Fridays” the Policeman asks them to move along while a song & dance man looks on #poems #poetry

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 3w ago

Great work Mike pleased to see you’re home take care 👍

Mike O’Brien@zoomburst.substack.com · 3w ago

#PoemsAbout #ExitWounds

I’m in hospital again! Not as badly off as the guy in the poem. Raised heartbeat. Hoping they don’t keep me in.

Merril D. Smith @merrildsmith.bsky.social · 3w ago

Good morning! For #PoemsAbout #ExitWounds I'll be happy when I feel like I don't have to write poems like this anymore. Thank you to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Poem:
Exit Wounds
(In memory of Joan Sebastián Durán Guerrero killed by ICE in Biddeford, Maine.)

The start of the week,
the start of the day

under our observing star,
waves crashed on coastal rocks

salting the air with ancient minerals
carried like dreams
inhaled with morning coffee,

how he could have,
how he would have—

a thousand ifs waylaid

loud pops
like Fourth of July firecrackers
a witness said,

they marked
a white KIA
a city

a three-year-old girl in her Bluey pajamas
a wife made widow too young,

more holes in the fabric of a nation,

how we could have,
how we should have.

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 3w ago

What a great piece from Francesca Love it 🛋️

Francesca L Rolle@francesca-laura.bsky.social · 3w ago

For #PoemsAbout #ExitWounds. Thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk for hosting and getting me writing. #Poetry

A poem by Francesca L Rolle titled Coffee:
You left your bag of coffee,
It's sat at the back of the cupboard,
You took everything else,
But as you left,
You said,
Keep the nice coffee.
A final act of kindness,
After breaking my heart,
But I don't drink coffee,
And now I realise,
You never really cared.

Andy Williamson @andywilliamson.com · 3w ago

A bit early I know, but I'm travelling tomorrow and been rubbish at posting poems lately 😀 Here's a wee contribution for #PoemsAbout #ExitWounds I wrote in the tiny spaces of the week. Hope you like it and thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk! #poems #poetry #writingcommunity

Southwesterly gale eight

you watch water
spit
from the kettle

hissing
as it hits
the stove

a tap
dripping
into silence

salt spray on windows
darkness past colour
and you
sit
alone

the bed unmade
drinks gone cold
words
scalding
scarring

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 3w ago

WoW what a piece of work from Jen 👏👍👏👍 have a read before you cycle into tomorrow 🛋️

Jen Thorne@jenthorne.bsky.social · 3w ago

Yay it's #PoemsAbout day again. Here is my offering to @thebrokenspine.co.uk for #ExitWounds Have a good weekend everyone 😊 #Poetry #Home

Exit Wounds

We close the door on twelve years,
on a house that learned our footsteps,
moulded its walls around our living,
and sheltered us through every storm.

Now it stands
hollow,
echoing bedtime stories and laughter,
whispered fears,
the lives we lived inside it.

Scratches on the door jamb,
each one a celebration
of legs stretching longer.

The dent in the wall
where the sofa refused to turn the corner
still smiles at us,
a stubborn reminder
the furniture remembers too.

Nail holes pockmark the plaster
where photographs once clung.
Faded squares linger,
where smiling toddlers
in floppy hats once watched us.

We leave behind the marks
of having endured.

The house will heal.
Paint will cover.
New laughter will fill these rooms.
But these scars are ours.

We walk away knowing
a home is never just bricks.
It is every wound we made,
and every wound we mended,
inside its walls.

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 3w ago

“we’ve still got hope so I think we’ll be fine” WoW love it Great John 👍🛋️

John Chmura@johnchmura.bsky.social · 3w ago

#PoemsAbout #ExitWounds @thebrokenspine.co.uk I will put a link to a reading in the comments. I think the commentary would be helpful and I do something very rare for me if you can guess what it is.

THE PERFECT PLACE, POSTHUMOUSLY YOURS

when i started to write
this letter
it was all i could stand with edward bear
singing it’s the last song i’ll ever write
for you on the phonograph
maybe it will take two years to finish
maybe it will take two years for it to find you
and I won’t be here anymore

the raveonettes have been playing
last dance for seventeen years
sune’s pursed lips
barely unzip as he squeaks
baby baby please
and sharin foo
cut glass eyes glimmering
under liquid platinum bangs cooing
if this is the last dance if this is the last dance
save it for me baby
what happens to your soul
when you probe a prolonged ache
for so long
microscopic razor cuts
shearing the gossamer sheath of your psyche

people in trauma have been saved by words
on a wee bench for scott in kelvingrove park
we’ve still got hope so i think we’ll be fine
maybe it’s true but it wasn’t for him
i’m torturing myself in bed well
after mudnight bingeing frightened rabbit
i know the perfect place
may never exist may never exist
yet how far from perfection can one survive
how much air does a locked room suck
from your personal space and leave you
recognizable yes
i’m bored of flying but
i still want to be here too
i just don’t know

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 3w ago

Great poem from Rachel have a read if you’re passing 🛋️

Rachel Burrows@rburrows.bsky.social · 3w ago

This is the other poem @throwawayreg.bsky.social Yeah it’s me! I identified with your photo! Oddball in the pool. #PoemsAbout #ExitWounds 🐝 @hool415.bsky.social - this is the second one in the 🐋 series! 😂 #poetry

Island Girl (IG)🇨🇦@tenoaks6.bsky.social · 3w ago

rejoicing in wild disorder refusing to blend in free, bold & vibrant all while wearing little daisy hats life stands around us #bloomscrolling #contrast #lookaround #photography #art #words #lifeisbeautiful

absolutely no idea what these are but I love them. very tall stems sport round bluish toned bases with yellowy daisy shaped tops. smoke bush in background contrasting the colours of these awesome little buddies with its muted purples and textured leaves

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 3w ago

now then Friday there’s an old saying “schools out for summer” a bit random. here’s my contribution for #PoemsAbout #ExitWounds & thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk hope everyone everywhere enjoys the weekend #poetry #Blueskypoets #sheffield #poems #Recipes

The Broken Spine (SUBS OPEN)@thebrokenspine.co.uk · 3w ago

Tomorrow: #PoemsAbout #ExitWounds. Focus on what's left behind. The dent in the pillow. The silence after the argument. Theme opens tomorrow. Use Alt Text.

Dark interior facing glass exit doors, with bare trees visible outside and a glowing EXIT sign above. Overlay text reads: “#PoemsAbout #ExitWounds”.

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 3w ago

the poets muse waits for #PoemsAbout she’s in disguise she’s ready are you ready 🛋️

Nigel Kent @kent-nj.bsky.social · 4w ago

Today on my website I welcome back the very special poet, LindaAnn Loschiavo to reflect on a poem from her moving pamphlet, 'Cancer Courts My Mother.' Check it out! @ghostlyverse.bsky.social

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 4w ago

morning Friday there’s an old saying which I don’t remember here’s my little “throwaway” poem for #PoemsAbout #Powercut and thank @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #blueskypoets #poems #poetry and while we’re on the subject enjoy your weekend everyone everywhere 🛋️🚮🗑️🛋️

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · 4w ago

Afternoon Thursday here are 2 kitchen implements waiting patiently for #PoemsAbout to start. are you waiting patiently 🤷‍♂️

@maddymarcotte.bsky.social · last mo.

#PoemsAbout #CheapMotels #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

Hummingbirds
The poet checked herself into a cheap motel
in a town called Metaphor, happy she could
back her car up to the door and shorten
the haul of her baggage.
She asked the clerk for quarters to activate
the vibrating bed and hung her coat
on a hanger with no hook. She washed her hands
with a tiny bar of soap and sat down
to find her heart.
She filled each empty room with her ghosts:
her stepfather on a drinking binge,
her mother with her first lover,
the preacher who picked her up hitchhiking
and drove her there.
She crossed the crushed clamshell parking lot
and ordered eggs and toast in a diner
called the Rose of Sharon.
On her way back, she let the small boy
who followed the cleaning lady take her hand
and lead her to a real Rose of Sharon
by the ice machine
and show her what he saw
from his window.

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · last mo.

Loving this from Kyla think it’s just great how it moves 👏👏👏

Kyla Houbolt@luaz.bsky.social · last mo.

@thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #CheapMotels "Motel Gratitude"

Motel Gratitude

On the road too long, too late,
the first one we passed looked,
frankly, scary, so then finally
one where the guy in the office
was wired on something, jumpy
but sold us a couple of rooms,
then chased us for the license plate
number because his boss. I was
so glad of the clean bathroom
and slept just fine even though
the mattress was hills left and right
and valley in the middle. There was
a survey you could fill out
about the motel, I told them
about their mattress.
In the morning, highway
still in front of us.
Coffee just down the road.
I left the Gideon bible
in the drawer.

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · last mo.

morning Friday it’s #PoemsAbout time and here’s my little “throwaway” poem for #CheapMotels also I doff my cap to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poems I don’t doff my cap lightly hoping everyone everywhere everything has a nice weekend Faber & Faber I love you 😂🛋️🚮

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · last mo.

Jen hope you enjoy your time with these “throwaway” poems and thank you 🙏🛋️🛋️🛋️🚮

Jen Thorne@jenthorne.bsky.social · last mo.

@throwawayreg.bsky.social @zoomburst.substack.com It came! I am very excited 😁

Notes from Various Settees - a poetry collection by Roger Waldron

roger waldron @throwawayreg.bsky.social · last mo.

Afternoon Thursday these ducks are waiting for #PoemsAbout it’ll soon be time 🦆🦆🦆