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Bianca Philippe Poem
I found a little picture once
On my way to work
It caught my eye and hooked my lip
and evoked a little smirk
This colourful little doodle
Struck me as profound
Amongst the hustle-bustle crowds,
Dreary sights and sounds
The entire world trudged along
With nothing new to say
But this little bit of colour
Stood out amongst the grey
There’s an artist that I came to know
Who is wonderfully inclined
To leave scraps of magic in the world
Just for us to find
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Bianca Philippe Poem
It starts off as a tingle
A fizzy tickle in your nose
Gets up behind your eyeballs
And makes you scrunch your toes
It’s bright light that does it
That sharp, crispy kind of sun
That makes your arm hair stand on end
And your nose begin to run
Whether the weather is hot and toasty
Or cold enough to freeze
Or dry and mild; or wet and wild
The sunshine makes me sneeze
Copyright © Bianca Philippe | Year Posted 2026
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Bianca Philippe Poem
Hey, I like that thing you did
That post was freakin’ good
I’d give it twenty million Likes
And frame it if I could
Where’d you get the idea from?
Man, it was INSPIRED
I’m glad you put it up online
Where it can be admired
That thing deserves to be shown off
I’m telling everyone
You pulled it off most expertly
I mean it: Nicely done.
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I did hear what you said
Your voice was loud and clear
There was no interruption
Before the sound could reach my ear
But something funny happened
To the words, on the way
Between my ear and my brain
The content went astray
I can’t work out what it was you said!
Though the sound still echoes ‘round
Bouncing in my brain
With no meaning to be found
I know you didn’t talk with typos
Pronunciation was spot-on
But I didn’t catch the meaning
Or I did - and now it’s gone
To guess at it from context
And get it wrong would be a pain
I don’t know why I didn’t catch it
And I hate to ask again
I swear I am not going deaf
The problem’s in my head
My ears are still okay, I think
But what was that you said?
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Bianca Philippe Poem
A poetry contest! With multiple prompts
Now here’s our big chance to shine
What new delights will our poets write?
I wonder, will they outrank mine?
Themes include: letters, fast food,
coming home, shelter, sleepless nights
crumbling, curiosity, power outages too
So much potential! So much we could write!
I’m filled with -curiosity-
about what splendid new poems this’ll birth
I’ll submit mine, with a wink and a rhyme
and a cheeky hope it might come first
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Bianca Philippe Poem
Skim this Substack poem
Three lines at a time
Catch every other word or five
Don’t notice if it rhymes
Coast through just the keywords
Or read only the start
If you don’t hate it by the second verse
It might be worth a heart <3
It doesn’t need your full attention
There are other posts to view
For opening this at all
I’m appreciative of you
Gloss over this bit and the next
Glide straight down to the end
Skip the bit about subscribing
Or restacking for a friend
Bounce, scan, read, skip
Bianca’s waffling on
This verse, at the very least
I expect will be forgone
If you make it to these final lines
What dedication you’ve applied!
You, my friend, are a real one
Thanks for joining me for the ride
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Children, pancakes, needlework
An initial draft, a first book
It’s no surprise they came out weird
No matter what pains you took
The first one is the practice one
You need it, to make a start
It’s okay, it won’t be perfect;
We weren’t expecting a work of art
It’ll be squiggly around the edges
Details not well defined
Awkward, clunky, unpolished
Scruffy and unrefined
If you haven’t got the knack yet
It’s understandable, you’re new
You’re learning how to unlock your skills;
What you should and shouldn’t do
You have to make the cringey first one
So your deftness can grow wild
The next attempt will be infinitely better
By B Philippe (a second child)
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Bianca Philippe Poem
Fight me! Styx wants to say
It comes out as a ‘mew’
They stroke his fur and pet his head
Tickle, fuss and coo
Too soft! He thinks, Where are the claws?
The hard knocks and the teeth?
His friends, the other wampus cats
At least brawl like they have beef
But his clowder mates are holed up too
Hunkering from the hail
What he wouldn’t give right now
To bite another’s tail!
Adrenaline makes his muscles twitch
Pent up frustration writhes
Oh to be outdoors again
Running with his tribe!
Fight me! Styx wants to roar
All six legs set to scrap
He doesn’t want an invitation
To sit purring on a lap
Fight me! Styx insists
And receives a little shove
Yes! Physical contact!
He interprets it as love
Fight me! Fight me! He’s shoved again
He nips, inviting more
He’s rewarded with rough and tumble
And is sent sprawling on the floor
When it comes to good play fighting
The humans don’t quite know how
It’s not the same as wampus wrestling
But it’ll do, for now
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From unconsciousness
I rise, sputtering
Warm liquid erupting
Belched from the lungs
Choked out, retching
Airways blazing
Rasping, gasping
Writhing for oxygen
That time I fell asleep
In front of the telly
With a mouthful of tea :)
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If I wandered through the room
With lazy-lidded eyes
And a half-cocked smile, barely there
Would you see through my disguise?
My aura’s calm and steady
I’ve filled my head with songs
I’m channelling the tranquil spirit
Of someone who belongs
Relax my shoulders, slow down my pace
And say
less than
I could
I keep my speech cool and composed
Feigning ‘everything is good’
Fabricated serenity
Is wrapped all over me
(I’m wicked-nervous to the core)
I'm giving off ‘carefree’
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