Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
surveying all the
desolate fallow fields
passing spring despair
Histories challenge
Exploring the rot within
That hid for decades
Forget-me-not don't rot-me-not under the soggy fallen foliage
Grizzled argent mane
Melanin crashing slowly
As the rot rises
Just hold your head up
Keep passing the argent spring
Autumn rot lined banks
watch inspiration
wither as the world intrudes
On my brain disk space
Red squares wither as brain disk defrag program runs
what began as an
experiment soon became
a new lifestyle choice
new horse wobbly legs
Like man chugging 40 ounce
Of Colt 45
A colt must first stand
Before it can take a run
At the old grey mare
experiment in
groan as each puffery piece
streamed for all to see
pride wither while prime dotard
is led about like a dog
Robert Oppenheimer
Felt he had become death
But I know
I have become cranky
The ginchiest
Bottom LIne:
I am replying to this Ragtag Daily Prompt from the comfort of my own home using a fancy adding machine that rests in the palm of my hand.
Put that in your electronic numerical integrator and crunch it
Calm before the storm
Enjoying the soft coolness
Of a caressing breeze
Hanging over all
The money shroud smothers truth
Gold calves aplenty
Abuse taught me to shroud intentions with indifference.
Caught the creep again
Court of paid for sycophants
Turn the other way
The shroud has been laid
Like a soft breeze corpse cover
Coolness and the Creep
Tears of joy I weep
As memories of you seep
Into dreams so deep
Ideological seep often leads to mission creep
Fireball in the east
Heliacal attraction
Guides another day
day to day view spew
time to put a halt to this
high tide of twaddle
heliacal force
puts a halt the high tide seep
moon dance surrenders
Enveloped in dusk
Evening Night Early morning
Sunrise finale
My sinister self only manifests from dusk to dawn.
Goad the gullible
Bang the terror timpani
Flock fleeced with dull shears
A long days journey
Swing into last call left them
Ripe for the picking
ripe nightshade slumber
vine swing or underground lurk
dusk bound terror traps
Sense all my haiku
Echo o'er the internet
Bouncing off bubbles
Our secret passions echo around our lives in our DMs
A caterpillar
Resolute life endeavour
Be the butterfly
As a Martian here
Landing in this weird strange time
I just have to ask
Is this what you all wanted?
Cause this is what you all got.
what I thought was my
inner butterfly flutter
was just an echo
A lack of vision
Leaves so many things unseen
The detail devil
Toys in the attic
Secreted cellar dwellers
Battlelines are drawn
different endeavours
pear or plum assignments can
go on to become
terribly shaped and gone wrong
or rise up to be raisin
things that go pear-shaped
in the dank cellar below
the obscene unseen
While foraging around he saw zip, zilch, nada. This gerbil in wonderland found nothing but scarcity. Living his life with a fork in a world of soup, His one find; a bottled aftershave labeled “Banshee”. Though intrigued, the furry little critter needed no pheromone smothering tincture. It would only prolong his amorous dry spell.
A Scroll Threw Life 