Category: Today’sRiff

It’s Just an E.M.P. Away

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I rummage about
In rubbish I've left behind
The frolics of yore
The many sheets from before
Bits and bytes of things to come

Stacks of melted wax
The mess of cassette formats
All shapes and sizes
Twentieth century discs
Magneto stuff lost in mists

All up in the cloud
Or that's what I have been told 
Digital rummage
NFTs now will be sold
Just like the tulips of old

No lugging required
Paper trail's have long been trashed
Memories now stored
By our server overlords
Just one EMP away

Remember: A.I. thinks the word “memories” has four syllables. They are: me-m-o-ries. 🤣

RDP Tuesday! Rummage!

Subliminal Water

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I saw
People I knew
Some alive
Some dead
Some like the cat
Both states are true
Until I take a peek 
At the obits
Rustling newspaper
Read with dread
Nevermore 
Now I seek
Dirge diving
Off the cold ledge
Of a search engine portal
All this because 
Of another 
Dream dredge
The culmination
Of eighty years 

Full access 
Multipass

To the best things
Money can buy

Offered up
By our culture

In this phase
Of civilization 

Has facilitated
Into being 

Foisted upon
The whole world

For all to see
Our very own 

Homegrown 
Abomination
I watch minimal opinions
Floating on subliminal water
Of my existence
From my point of view
On my timeline
In my right now
My mind wonders
I flush
Where did they come from
Where are they going
Then I wipe my mind
Move to my next point of view

Umma my Gumma

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A sorcery full of secrets
Full up to the brim
With milk of human malign
Or dandelion wine
Slopping over the rim
Whether to right a wrong
Or to wrong a right
Pick your assignment 
Change the weather 
Change the channel 
Mumble a chant
Bang a gong
Sing a song
Even if you can't 
Black cat moan
Depends on the saucer
Depends on the milk
Depends on the sorcerer 
It's all in the spell

Drizzle Drazzle Druzzle Drome
RDP SATURDAY: SORCERY

Maestro Please

Posted on by Pete
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Tone deaf
No rhythm
Left footed
Stumble bum
Dilettante

Hey That's Me !

In spite of all that, music has played an important part throughout my life.

  1. Choir
  2. Guitarist
  3. Singer
  4. Dancer
  5. Editor
  6. Actor
  7. Listener

Sure it was a church choir, garage band guitarist, high school, college, community productions. Musical theater singer, dancer, and actor in front of big and small crowds alike. I even got paid for a summer acting gig once. Not musical, but since I’m bragging. . .

What I did get paid for and quite well thank you was as a film, video, and digital editor. There I orchestrated numerous medlies of picture, voice, music, and sound effects many times over many years. If there is no music in the way the pictures flow before the eye and the dialog plays to the ear then it’s back to the cutting room.

See Ma, I didn’t waste my entire youth on trivial pursuits.

It also has taught me my most important skill.

I listen

Now It’s Time To Shout

I just love this performance and song 😍

RDP Friday! Musical!

Stacked

Posted on by Pete 
It took two bellhops
Four trips up four flights of stairs
To my fourth floor flop
Left stacked at the door was all
My emotional luggage.
some appear to want
to cease our #interregnum
which spanned o'er our land
seventeen seventy six
until twenty twenty four
because how we roll
spin pitch and yaw through our space
lucky to live on
a planet so nice we get
equinox equinox twice
This ain't no time to clown
So the doctor ordered
A #sempiternal epidural 
The perfect reality bevel
For us to slide on down
To the next worse level
Out in the barnyard
Stinkiest foul fowl proclaimed
Pheasants bow to me
Pecked and scratched his messy mark
All his chickens clucked around
Is there such a thing
as good #grief? Healthy maybe.
Cathartic perhaps.
Therapeutic even. But
good grief! No way! Nay I say.
Black markets arise
Gangsters and Banksters take #joy 
Fleecing has begun
Bribery is legal and
Extortion is a virtue
when a senile old
man makes this amount of #noise
by setting his farts
aflame on the worldwide stage
something's seriously wrong

Sync or Swim

Posted on by Pete 
Pix and trk
X marks the spot
Where two smackers met
Hear squawk box pop
Another X 
On mag stripe stock
Line them up
Cut it quick 
Splice it good
Rewind table spin
Crank for all you're worth
Split reel chatter
Spinning on the shaft
Four gang synchronizer clatter 
Time to serve up hot
Dailies on the platter
Rushes always rush for
Client projection screening
Should reels misalign 
There'll be lots of screaming
Assistant editor blame fodder
Becomes main subject of malign 
It's called puttin' in your time
Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Misalign

Tchotchkes

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Don't confuse 
Not guilty
With innocent 
The razor edge 
Of perception 
Dragged over 
A strop of law

Ignored
By those 
That make 
Then break
To mangle 
And slash 
Justice
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From California
To the New York island
From the Redwood Forest 
To the Gulf Stream waters
The thoroughbred of 
Thoughtlessness and all
Of his puny ponies
Trample decent folks
Asunder bloody hooves 
Fill 'er up with
Chronic
Psychotic
Necrotic
Episodic
Idiotic
Didactic
Dialectic
Bubonic
Diarrhea
Expressed
Sonic 
Tonic
It's gonna be a bumpy ride

Cabinet tchotchkes
Emporium of the dim
Displayed for the world
Unctuous eunuchs submit 
Kneel and bob in unison

Living on the fuzzy boundary of could've, should've, and would've.#RandomThoughts #artifact #AnotherDay

— AmbientDread (@petrd1.bsky.social) 2025-03-17T16:05:21.836367Z
Fear mongering 
Scam shilling
Protection racket
Corruption cooking
Bribe begging
Violence threatening
Irrational appeal
Codified confusion
Vaporware currency
Ragged Rigamarole 
Or wretched rigmarole
Of our Union
Just when I thought
I was being precise
Describing my mood
As cerulean blue
Forgot the factor
That hue refracts
In the ultimate eye
Of beholding beholder
Cerulean or caerulean
Black stripe blue stripe
Gold stripe white
The hue is up to you
Siren songs of the scammers
Pitching the American Scheme
Their game
Your skin
Lulled by the lullaby
Lollapalooza 
Wallop da losers
Sweet mewlings 
In the ears of Wannabe Romanov's

Look! Up in the sky. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it just another billionaire bozo busting a rocket over our heads.

Duck and cover.

A: When It’s Not

Posted on by Pete
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Q: When’s a haiku not a haiku

🎶 We gotta get outta displace 🎶 
🎶 If it's last thing we ever do 🎶

Onslaught

Overwrought souls
Bought cheaply sold
Landgrab diplomacy
Firehose hypocrisy 
Assault on decency
Distraught humanity 
Onslaught on sanity
Caught with no exit
Or as we all call it
Tuesday

Petulance

Living with a pestilence 
Of pure and simple petulance 
Now turn out the light
Shut the door behind you
Don't bother me
Cause I can't cope
And hey you
Get off my lawn too

Fart

Cue the daily ritual
Lighting of the fart royale
Broadcast to the public
Has become habitual
Applauded by the loyal
Performed by the duo dynamic
One deep in his dotage
One goofy from his dosage
This became our national discourse
As media beats a dead horse