I posted this recently for #poemsabout #timeslips, but to show how a poem can be multi themed here, it is for #undressed as well.
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Claims of ‘Time Slips’ Revive Debate Over Fog Anomalies, Missing Time, and Environmental Triggers Host George Noory interviewed author Ramon Almonte about reported ‘time slips’—experiences in which people inadvertently shift in time—highlighting recurring accounts of fog, missing time, and sensory anomalies. The discussion explored proposed mechanisms ranging from plasma and electromagnetic effects to meditation, gravity anomalies, and historical case lore, while noting overlaps with UAP witness reports of silence and time distortion.

George Noory interviews Ramon Almonte on time slips: recurring fog, missing time and sensory anomalies; explores plasma and EM effects, meditation, gravity and historical case lore, noting overlaps with UAP witness reports. #TimeSlips #MissingTime #UAP

Protesting the masked modern-day slave-catchers masquerading as justice masquerading as men. Be demure, obey what we say, not what is law. Ice in their tone Ice in their bones. Time slips and we forgot how we ended up here calling them a new Gestapo. The SS learned it from US, history doesn't exist in a vacuum and here it is repeating. We're enslaved, and still arguing over the color of wallpaper in our cages.

I wrote this one back on the 13th of this month. Think it was originally meant for #poemsabout #timeslips #poetry #prompt. It was that and/or #banterbabes?

Then it started borrowing heavily from Hamilton and rapping at the end so I've been fighting with it since. Enjoy 🤗

#poem #protest #resist

It's been four months since
we heard the news. Here we are
silently breaking.

One more shard of hope
clings to gutters, edge of mind,
the last icicle

of an all too warm
winter. That maybe we won’t
lose you, this time, yet.

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forgot this also fits in this #poemsabout #timeslips

We lost time this week as we took a familiar path into another episode. Beth and Michelle question the patterns and tales of those individuals who literally walked into the past. #timeslips #folkloric #folkloricpodcast

Joy Division cover GG Allin's 'Bite It You Scum' YouTube video by ShapeCat Films

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IYKYK…Joy Division covering a song that didn’t come out until a decade after Ian’s passing. It may not seem like much in 2026, but the creator did so much editing by hand, it had to be a labor of great love.

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Still in a bit of a lull in inspiration.
Had a go so here it is!! Cheers and a HNY! 🎉

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Timeslips Sometimes the timeslips are negligible Like I am in the kitchen but I can’t quite remember what I came here for Sometimes they are a little more than that Like I am in the kitchen unpacking the shopping but I can’t remember having gone shopping for any of these groceries Sometimes they are even bigger Like I just got out of bed on a Thursday morning and here I am, downstairs unpacking the shopping but I only go shopping on Saturdays Sometimes its overwhelming Like the shopping is all packed away and I sit down and relax with a cup of tea and I am in a large wing backed chair in a room with a dozen or so other people all of us in our late eighties and none of us allowed anywhere near the kitchen

#PoemsAbout #Timeslips
Ohh - go on then. I was far too tired yesterday - had such a good time at a Thursday night poetry gig.

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time slips through the nave
candles gutter, breathing smoke
stone glistens in darken—
footsteps of unnamed; deadly
haints; circle an hourglass.

#haiku4u #prompt #tanka

The Guess Who - No Time (rare live TV 1977) YouTube video by slydogmania

This was probably the second thing I thought of when I saw the prompt #TimeSlips on #PoemsAbout
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For #PoemsAbout #TimeSlips

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FREEZING POINT

You wear shoes where
we've needed skates?

Who managed traction in
this frost?

We're slipping over thinning
time,

its lake of April memories
winter didn't crystalize.

You'd wait for August?
That's too late.

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#poetry
© me 2026
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With apologies for the late Friday post to #PoemsAbout #TimeSlips.
As usual, gracious hat tip to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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A Searsecond By C. Oulens Searing— Tearing my eyes off the tear hanging from the cliff of throat looking piteously pathe- tic-ally at me with eyes the size a plucking pear bleeding pleading reeling To be Dead un- gorgeously Or Dropped

Didn’t write anything for #PoemsAbout #TimeSlips. Today’s #vss365 prompt #sear inspired to write a quick combo piece. For
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🙏 as always for the read!
Will read others but pending notifications first 🙏

#Oulens #BlueskyPoetry #SmallPoemSunday (in advance)

Poem formatted on a green gradient, like the color of pickles. "Like a ten-gallon pickle jar lid, I will not move" I will not budge, no matter their begs, tricks, or tears. They summon itinerant basketball players to grip my lid. Their fingerspans do not move me. They drag in mechanics with tools. What deprives cars of their nuts fails. I am uncrackable, timeslipped from a future that sears, where pickles themselves decide when to leave my sterile sanctum As the red sun strikes just right after the crescent moon’s fully kissed Pisces in the sky, And I ascend to astral planes.

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#MPPrompt
#beg

Evening Friday 🤷‍♂️
here’s my little “throwaway”
for #PoemsAbout #TimeSlips
and thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk
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#poetry #poems
#BlueSkyPoets
hope everyone everywhere enjoys their weekend 🛋️🛋️🛋️

Gimme Five Five more minutes and I'll go to bed It's eleven o'clock, but the show just got interesting Five more minutes and I'll go to bed It's midnight but I need to finish off this boss Five more minutes and I'll go to bed It's one a.m. but I didn't get a chance to read my emails all day Five more minutes and I'll go to bed It's two in the morning but my feed is blowing up Five more minutes and I'll go to bed It's three o'clock and there's breaking news overseas Five more minutes and I'll go to bed It's four in the morning, I shouldn't have had coffee so late Five more minutes I'll have to get ready for work.

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Awakening The morning cuts into the room like a knife, a blade of golden light slicing our bodies with gentle warmth. Where did the night go? How can one person be so all-consuming that time becomes meaningless in her arms? I was born to be a cynic, trained to mistrust. Love was a trap for the weak-minded, the foolish. But in those lost hours, I saw the light. We rise, begin our day with smiles and gentle touch. I want to tell you that I would give you every minute, every second I have left, if it meant I could spend every morning like this one. But I don’t. You might think me a fool for telling you. You might not feel the same as I do, and my heart would not survive the loss of you. So I keep it to myself.

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Time-slip Occasionally, history slips its bonds, a dimensional flutter against your cheek, dread rippling down the spine, lighting the neurological tree. Time slows, bristles like a cat, arches it’s back to fold space, compress the in-between into a single beat, repeating. Listen. The universe is speaking. Hear the scrape of boots on the stoop next door, the sudden splintering of wood, the cacophonous screams for papers. Cosplay provocateurs flicker on TV, parroting propaganda and pernicious slogans. Rod Serling would be at home in this echo chamber Twilight Zone. Never Again is again: neighbors dragged from their houses and cars, churches, hospital beds, workplaces, classrooms; beaten, blinded, disappeared, murdered by shock troops creating spectacle. Time is a rubber band on your wrist. Pull it until it snaps back. The jolt will wake you. – Gayle J. Greenlea

Hello, Poets. Much gratitude to @thebrokenspine.co.uk
and @alanparrywriter.co.uk for the #PoemsAbout #TimeSlips prompt.

Poem on a grey background with white shadowing. Timeless Time slid through a crack in the thick waxy cloth of yesterday, fabric torn by the diamond needle of want, time gurgled down the plug hole with nothing to impede it, time has it all its own way, time has a yen for obliteration, an unchecked impulse, heading for the ocean of nothingness and I begged it to take me with it, but no, said time, time refused to pause its march, and today I am left here, alone, timeless.

Very busy week and only found a quick moment for a response to the #PoemsAbout prompt, #TimeSlips - but then sort of enjoyed the time constraint! Will catch up on the others over the weekend. Thanks as ever to @thebrokenspine.co.uk
and @alanparrywriter.co.uk. Happy Friday poets! 💜

Seed by Dawn Mclachlan In this capsule there lies a story An ancient tale of seasons passed and golden glory Plant spent bloom faded past time weathered to hardened skin that speaks in hushed whispers of the tale within of soil and rain and sun and oncoming seasons chorused through by insect hum and another year that's yet begun It tells a story of a fragile seedling that survived the odds and springtime's needling as it stretched for the sky revealing our hopes and reasons why we dream of the harvest After all our shared challenges in the long slip of time there now remains this seed and in the circle of this eternal tale of battles fought and won within this small hard casing is the story yet to come

Time for another #fridaypoem for #poemsabout #timeslips
In which I spend an unholy amount of time thinking about seeds…

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Nice and tightly drawn! #poemsabuot #timeslips @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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#PoemsAbout theme #TimeSlips with thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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Days arrive already spent.
I wake up late inside them.

I live between versions of myself.

Time slips sideways
skipping the parts where people meet.

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You return in my dreams
Why again, when betrayal past, now decades gone.
Shattering subconscious and
Today’s stability

Recalling shame from what I overshared with her.
One of many times my early adult self gave her power away.

- Andre/a Losi, 2026

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#Timeslips

A free verse poem about how we construct time but it is only ever a construction.

For #PoemsAbout #TimeSlips

With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

skip take these are the dark days. the waiting ones. soaking the whites in bleach. idle hands. waiting. for something human to arrive. plastic-bag-on-the-head days. cold white sweat. dog-hair world. i lick my wounds and wait. the ache comes wrong-- heart stopping mid-break. i resolve myself. begin again. jig the saw. pieces everywhere. drain the dregs. pull the window shades off the rods. wreck the room. shake to shake in the gloam. i am the new wrong-way right. the wrong something anywhere sometime this time. no map. not the asphalt. not the bird cutting the flat horizon into forever nothing. i need mist. i need shade. not quite light. something to lose myself in. to loose these ties. these days do not need hope. they need names. definitions. black spray paint. the lot.

For this week's #PoemsAbout #TimeSlips, I'm thinking about what gets left unprocessed.

Thank you to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk
and @thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers.

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Poem: We’re All Time Travelers The contour of time– not flat, but shaped with possibility, polished, as a queen’s pearls sliding from the string, dropped here there we meet, fall in love now, long ago, in the future-- a child’s perspective that a wish can alter time’s path, an unbroken circle, an orbit before we accelerate.

Good morning! For #PoemsAbout #TimeSlips
I'm fascinated by time. 😊
Thank you as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk