Sonnet 117 - CXVII
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchased right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
And on just proof surmise accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.

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It's worth enduring
March winds and April Showers
For the fresh May breeze.

#dailyhaikuprompt - breeze
#haiku
#poem

There was an old lady from Spain,
Who got her foot stuck in a drain,
She let out a yelp,
as she called for help,
but ended up crying in pain.

#jokes #limerick #funny #poem #humour #joke

Look round, or: A cheeky fag—

You said your blooming pants were ruined, pulled on your trousers without pause; then had a look round for a cheeky fag— I went all at sea, misreading each word. I write this now, then cross words out, and realize: I need a rubber.

d’Verse Quadrille

The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge.

The Quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “bloom” in a Quadrille.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

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In twilight rain, the sky whispers in gold, We sip our coffee, quiet stories unfold. Raindrops like memories trace soft on the pane, Two souls in the dusk, warmed against the rain. #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet #poetrysky #poetsky

“THAT SILENCE WHOSE COLOURS I KNOW” by Strider Marcus Jones

Photo by Josh Sorenson on Pexels.comTHAT SILENCE WHOSE COLORS I KNOW

the longer you play
the better you sleep,
so take it away
and beat-
the skin of your drum
with finger and thumb
the horn of your bone
on heat-
until you cum home
alone.
its saner than crazy
but lonely and lazy,
that silence whose colors i know-
without sweet talking
and hands held walking
in rhythms so fast and slow-
and the aftermath,
lying there
on that drenched path
you want to share-
turns over, tiredly
and clicks off the lamp
where you admired me
long, spent, damp.

Copyright © 2026 Strider Marcus Jones
All Rights Reserved

Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate, and former civil servant from Salford, England, with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry (https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/) reveal a maverick, moving between cities and playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.  

His poetry has been published in numerous publications, including Poppy Road Review, The Galway Review, The Huffington Post USA, The Stray Branch Literary Magazine, Crack The Spine Literary Magazine, The Lampeter Review, Panoplyzine Poetry Magazine, and Dissident Voice.

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LEE Y COMPARTE EL #PoemaDelDía

"Pancita", de Anahit Hayrapetyan (Armenia, 1987) https://franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/2026/05/poema-del-dia-pancita-de-anahit.html

Altazor. @revistaaltazor Revista electrónica de literatura (1ª época, año 3, noviembre 2021, Chile, trad. de Alice Ter-Ghevondian y versión de Ana Arzoumanian @annarzouman ).

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Too Much

The only heartsick I want
to be is because I ate too much
of the cake we trialed
in the new heart-shaped pan

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