Twitter Exile

Just the other day, I told Michele that I might lose my Twitter/X account. Well, now I have! My account over on Twitter/X has been suspended for being "inauthentic". I appealed stating that I'm an authentic human artist, poet, and seller of PoD merch, but I doubt it will do any good.

11 hrs later, and there was still still no change.

Yep, it's looking like I lost my Twitter/X account for good this time.

I worry it will have a negative effect on my print-on-demand sales, but in some ways, I'm glad to be rid of the fascist Muskrat's Twitler platform. I always felt dirty posting over there.

On the plus side, I only had around 250 followers on Twitler, and the views numbers of my posts there were always in the toilet, so I suppose I'm not really losing much in the way of self-promotional reach. Ever since the Muskrat took over, it was getting worse and worse as a self-promo platform.

23 hrs later, and still no change.

Yes, this Twitler suspension is looking permanent, alright. The system won't even let me deactivate my account.

I guess I'm now officially a Twitter/X exile.
 

NEW POEM "Battered But Still Afloat

Battered But Still Afloat

By Richard H. Fay

Tethered to troubled memories,
I remain caught in crashing waves
Pounding this poorly protective port
Lashed perilously by a pernicious past.
Vile recollections batter this frail vessel
Threatened by thoughts of previous wrongs,
But somehow this assaulted craft remains afloat.

NEW POEM "An Invitation to Elsewhere"

 

An Invitation to Elsewhere

By Richard H. Fay

Luminous orbs dart through the night sky,
Tracing wild figures against the firmament,
Drawing my eyes ever upward and outward.
Brilliant spheres move in serpentine patterns,
Weaving and twisting across the vast heavens,
Performing maneuvers peculiar and preposterous.
Bizarre beings then pilot their dazzling craft downward,
Descending nearer and nearer my drably earthbound form,
Then inviting me to join them among those innumerable stars.

NEW POEM "Too Many Times"

 

Too Many Times

By Richard H. Fay

Forgiveness may be divine,

But you unfairly painted me the devil

Far too many times to ignore.

Forgiveness may be sacred,

But you unjustly treated me as Satan

Far too many times to forget.

Forgiveness may be merciful,

But you unduly called me a monster

Far too many times to forgive.

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NEW POEM "Never a Father"

 

Never a Father

By Richard H. Fay

A selfish, self-centered, substitute sire

So swift with the stern scowls and stiff scoldings

Played the part of pinch parent but poorly.

A brooding, bearish, brute of a buffoon,

With a beetled brow and boneheaded ways,

Proved a wretchedly rotten role model. 

A lanky lunk lacking paternal love,

A self-absorbed simp with scant tolerance,

Neglected his task to nurture and care.

An irascible, immature jackass,

A greatly glowering glob of a goon, 

Utterly failed as a father figure. 

Never a son of yours;

Never a father of mine;

Thank goodness!

NEW POEM "Misfit Among the Masses"

 

Misfits Among the Masses

By Richard H. Fay

A cornflower among daisies,

Bright blue sail among foaming white waves.

A butterfly among moths,

Orange-clad king among grey-garbed serfs.

A tiger among lions,

Boldly striped blazer among drab tan coats.

A misfit among the masses,

Defiant character among the compliant flock.