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vs. Poetry

. . . it was enough

04/02/202404/02/2024 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry inspired by the power of devotion.
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Salt

21/01/2024 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry on the subject of truth, time and perception.
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Roses Are Dead

24/12/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry inspired by both the experiences and posts of some much valued friends.

With thanks to Denx Arman for use of the header image (licensing). Continue reading →

Grief by Hev Cagnasso

19/12/2023 / N. P. Ryan

A friend recently posted a poem about grief to her facebook feed that so perfectly encapsulates the condition I couldn’t help but ask for permission to share it here. It was very kindly given. Continue reading →

One Banana, Two Banana

17/12/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Revisiting Fruits of the Loon for the purposes of Instagram lead to me once again facing arch nemesis Banana: the fruit that foiled like no other. Continue reading →

Jilted John

19/11/2023 / N. P. Ryan

John’s feeling jilted; but is he right or by the sword of his own hand—so to speak—wrong? Read the poem to decide . . .

With thanks to  Max Kleinen for use of the header image. Continue reading →

N. P. Ryan vs. War

12/11/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Recent events compel me to post once again; originally posted as simply vs. War in particular response to Russia’s second most recent invasion of Ukraine.

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Fake Knockers

29/10/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry on the subject of fake knockers.

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That Route

29/10/202329/10/2023 / N. P. Ryan

snowpathA poem that is conversely anti poetry.

Header image of a snowy path next to a lake taken by me on the shores of Lake Ontario circa 2017. Continue reading →

Run On Mawr

17/10/2023 / N. P. Ryan

alt text: a beach shown from the perspective of within grass on a sand dune. Poetry possibly inspired by a number of childhood memories being cobbled together.

With thanks to Dina Nasyrova for use of the header image—licensing—which is not of Merthyr Mawr. Continue reading →

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Drinking in a dingy bar by the sea, crumpled postcard from Her and World’s Biggest Ray Zero for company; then the son of a starts saying I’m cursed. Praise Be to lighting-up another smoke. Inhale, taste a foul brand: the Hex She put on me. Promised Heaven, delivered a dive nightclub Hell. Thank the Lord for liquor loving hot chicks. Though nothing compares to how it’ll feel catching up with Her.

Wanted a quick bit of business and gone. Bath had other ideas. First, battered and left for dead after a hundred heart-breaking truths. Then a Police Chief with a saggy old treasure chest of secrets to keep needs a scapegoat. Dumps me in the middle of corruption so deep it eases through bone to suck greedy at marrow. With every gun pointing my way, Hell, not even He’s gonna get me outta this one.

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