Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
got off financial
treadmill first in order to
evict wasteful chaff
Butterflies
Aren't free
Oleo sinks
Margarine stinks
Sorrow floats
Hope bloats
Bees sting
Birds sing
Money talks
B.S. walks into a bank, lies about assets, gets a loan, then uses other people's money to live life in a golden cocoon only to emerge
A pro
To con again
Still butterflies
Aren't free
Hello everyone! The prompt for today is, “Butterflies”.
RDP SATURDAY: BUTTER FLIES
Something I heard in
Grammar School still sticks in my
brain. "That'll learn ya."
Hardly Socratic
Often idiosyncratic
Sometimes bureaucratic
Can be dramatic
To overblown panic
Then in full tilt manic
Confused as Satanic
With a hint of tannic
Just erie Shamanic
No need to get frantic
Busboy asks patron,
"How long have the Olympic
Games been going on."
I reply uninvited
Two thousand five hundred years
A few chuckles from
the room. Then busboy says ,"I'm
sorry ma'am, what were
you saying?" My dates may be
off ,but I crack myself up.
The word for today is Dialogue. We need to talk. (haha) Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to read all the other wonderful posts. Need help with the pingback? You can find the instructions on the Ragtag Community About page.
RDP Friday! Dialogue!
I must attribute my lacklustre life research results to having things bassackward for most of my days. Apparently I was focused on the generalities while ignoring the particulars, when I should….
lose focus on things
general to delve into
the particular
Hello Everyone, I hope you are all well and ready for another Ragtag Daily Prompt. Here is your word for Thursday, 8 August 2024 — LACKLUSTRE. Create a post (words/images/both) inspired by this word! Just a reminder, anyone can join in. Link to this post by creating a pingback, or paste the URL of your post […]
RDP Thursday – LACKLUSTRE
Sometimes I can choose
Othertimes I have no choice
Yet things get chosen
Did the bell mean stop or did it mean go. All the bells at school sounded the same. The context of the bell set its meaning. There for the bell early. Not there for the bell late. Was I sitting in class. Was I in the hall heading to my next class. Outside coming in. Inside coming out and bell free for the remainder of the day. Or was I living in a world of bells without context.
Dong Ding Dong Ding
So it goes.
Our prompt for today is “bell”. What does the word mean to you? Compose a post, and share your interpretation of the day’s prompt in words or pictures. You know the rules. Use “ragtag daily prompt” , “RDP” , and “bell” as tags. Add “photo” if you’re sharing a picture, as specific tags make your […]
RDP Wednesday -BELL
Where ever you go there you are
Travel was not part of my family experience. Tried to make it part of my parenting experience. I’ve had good trips. I’ve had bad trips. I may just trip again.
All just more data
Everytime I reach
A conclusion. New data
Just keeps streaming in
The word for today is Travel! Where have you been? Where would you like to go? How would you like to get there? Space or time? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to read all the other wonderful posts. […]
RDP Tuesday! Travel!
Monday morning meaning has gone through many permutations through my days. From hope to dread. Trepidation to turpitude. Triumph to terror. Always a turning point highlighted by a calendar infused post industrial revolution angst about gain and loss, productivity and projections. The get some ethos of our time.
No longer just another day of existence, it was a morning where I stepped back into the world of commerce and played the role I had chosen, or was chosen for me, out of necessity to earn my daily bread by hook or by crook; as was glorified on the entertainment platforms and corporate shill magical moments; to make me want what I had been shown to really really need to be happy.
Yes, and I helped. Daily blur, became weekly blur, folding into yearly blur, cascading down through decades of blur. Just make it through another day so I could make it stop.
The good blur. The productivity blur. The compensated blur. The blurry blur.
Then I got a new role and worked evenings and weekends. Friday afternoon became my Monday morning, with all the same alchemical needs. Only later in the day, and frankly with much less stress. It was just a job and no longer a career. I could cruise on through the five day cattywampus week, with only daily task mapping to keep my steps to a minimum, and as a result, the pain to a minimum.
Now, with those calendar deadline days behind me, and aging into the time of life that medical care could not bankrupt me; I have distilled Mondays down to their essence into this haiku.
Sort
Monday morning sort.
What to do? What to read? What
to post on my feed?
Amen
So I’m sitting at my desk which is nowhere near as nice a desk as the RDP prompt desk picture, and with nowhere as nice a view as the said desk has. Instead I will regale my RDP friends with the stale crusts of my week of #haikufeels prompts instead.
SECRETE
watch the vile bile
ooze out that a nation tried
to secrete away
COMB
Comb over? Not me.
Back of head solar panel
keeps me charged all day
HOPE
I have lots of hope
The cynic in me says nope
My hope on a rope
ARCH
time to wake up now
arch my back, reach for the sky
the good morning stretch
ROLL
let the hype roll on
foolish twaddle cash spew, no
hobgoblin minds changed
FUSE
Never confuse a
fuse with a circuit breaker.
Result would shock you.
JOURNAL
my journal entry
was this; "pulling the bestial
towards the celestial"
Every four years we add a whole day to our highly inaccurate timekeeping facade so our notion of a comfy ordered perfect universe won’t be shattered. Let’s make it a day to reflect upon the fact that the universe doesn’t behave as we’ve told ourselves it should.
Great Expectorations
The thing about corridors
You want to be sure
You are on the right floor
Before you knock on one
Of the corridor's doors
But no matter which one
Don't spit on the floors
🎵
Corridor
Be on the right floor
Please use the cuspidor
That's what it's for
🎵
🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵
Once upon a time
it was
scribbles in ink
scribbles in ink
Now
I no longer waste
paper and ink
Make all
my scribbles in bytes
scribbles in bytes
Still
making more
scribbles in bytes
💻💻💻💻💻💻
A Scroll Threw Life 