HeyJaredOn The Train to Koh-Riley
Poetry about the magic of every day life and occasional fantasy
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- Sep 27, 2026
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Where I live (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhere I live isn’t where I was born My accent’s out of place I can’t pronounce the road signs And I avoid trying, just in case The locals are a chatty bunch Ready to give the time of day Happy to talk for hours on end With nothing specific to say Green cars are popular here As are daffodils and sheep We have colourful springs and intense summers Which last about a week Smoke is a common feature To which only outsiders react
Chrome as a mark of resilience (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWe’ll paint you in chrome One spider silk strand at a time Each shining line, a trophy Proof of trials conquered The first few come hard Not awarded ‘til you’re trounced by life and scarred As you toughen up, they accelerate With chrome wool, we celebrate Own this style, it’s the latest trend: Bristles bent, flyaways, split ends Chrome plated You gorgeous toughie Bewilder the young’uns with each new arrival Of an icy strand
The bluest blue (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedHow grateful I am, for somewhere dry to sit Golden sun sets the vegetation aglow This green is the greenest green I’ve seen But the view’s ruined by my shadow It appears you’ve been as lucky as me You’ve found somewhere dry to sit, too Have you ever seen the sky so bright? It is the most fantastical blue Just as you notice the bluest blue sky The colour drains away and falls flat Back to the usual, washed-out shade What the
Alright, Sparky (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedAlright, Sparky You think you’re hot? You think your work can blow my mind? You act like yourself On here; online And hope we won’t be unkind? You put your work up For all to see And think you’ll stay resilient? against my comments? Well, my friend I think you’re fucking brilliant. B PhilippeS
My open mic poetry reading (opens the original)
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Hi Everyone,I did my first ever poetry reading last night!The first one comes out weirdAn interruption of watermelon seedsA poem to read instead of doing your jobThanks so much for all the encouragement, the support from Substack friends has been incredible.If you enjoyed this, please upgrade your subscription or kindly consider a one time payment to brighten my day.Subscribe now<
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