autonomy spent
soiled with each passing year
squash my mortal seed
with mortar and pestle zeal
add mystery berry squeeze
Exsqueeze Me
Category: haiku
Banquet
sail on the wave
study all the garden smells
bite before you speak
new palates in the castle
a sit down dinner for eight
B.S. Redux II
One thing is for sure;
When no bad decision goes
unmade, that's a clear
loud warning to the world that
I got my #mojo workin'
If you put an #apple on the top of your head, don’t be surprised if some bozo with a bow tries to shoot an arrow through it. Causation Correlation What do you think of them apples
#aware of a doomed
life lived confined within a
house of yellow leaves
Smeared over life's time mirror
On every surface in evening chambers
Smashed sconces
Broken bottles
Tumbled tumblers
Soiled sheets
Base fruit of nocturnal
Past amorous #alacrity clambers
parked out in the woods
the hunter's moon shining bright
teenage #ardor flowed
Too much rigidity
May maintain servility
While preying on fragility
Ushering in a proclivity
Towards delightful serendipity
Encouraging faux #avidity
Leading to soul's morbitity
Resulting in lividity
The seasonal tradition of bobbing for eels will be commencing shortly.
With the earth's life heat
Dispersed to the void of space
No longer #ablaze
Another sad dead planet
Stripped of it's resource and spark
Shhh! Wascally Agency Afoot
after losing all
agency it takes a long
hunt to reclaim it
Hello Everyone, I hope you are all well and ready for another Ragtag Daily Prompt. Here is your word for Thursday, 5 September 2024 — AGENCY. 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 – AGENCY
Existential Shivers
To deem something incomparable. Doesn’t that imply that you tried comparing it but failed. So clearly an attempt was made to compare it. That’s downright incomprehensible. Comprehending the process of a comparison of a thing that’s incomparable just gives me the existential shivers.
Obfuscation soaked
bone deep in free speech lucre.
Bread and Circuses
Very happy Wednesday and the Ragtag Daily Prompt is incomparable. The sky here can be incomparable. What is incomparable to you? Your sky, trees, the gardens, a comfortable chair? In romance novels, especially ones loosely based on history, a woman may be nicknamed “The Incomparable” for her beauty. Tell us what you find incomparable! Link […]
RDP Wednesday: incomparable
Conjure
I conjure up my
greatest work of fiction self
story of my past
The thing I know for sure is how a film and track can be edited to tell a story in almost any way you wish. Fact and fiction spliced in any whimsically oppressive order to display a completely different timeline from the source. Ever shifting points of view filtered through hard won biases. Good thing memories are not like videotape playback. In fact memory is infinitely fungible. Just ask any eye witness three hours after any event.
Rewrite my fiction
Delete browser history
Refreshing new page
The word for today is Fiction! No, wait a minute, the word is real, but it’s fiction. OH man, no way to be clear. What’s your take on fiction? Is there any truth to it? Do you write it? Read it? Tell it? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag […]
RDP Tuesday! Fiction!
Roll Up
in shadowy dusk
rolling around in the muck
then passing the buck
Wrapped in the muck of existence
Gives form to humanities persistence
To consume, eliminate, reproduce
Stacking things up in order to deduce
What’s needed on top of the heap
Showing stuff we’ll want to keep
Knowing these too will be swallowed up
In the infinite stream of entropy muck
The prompt for today is MUCK. Create a post using this prompt. Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story…the options are limitless and 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 […]
RDP Monday: MUCK
Dust Bunnies
tiny dust bunnies
under my bed bred into
one big dust devil
A little contemplation never hurt anyone.
Sure.
Go ahead.
Be contemplative.
Think before you move.
Look before you leap.
Stick your little toe in before you dive in.
Overthink.
Second guess.
Doublethink.
Double down
Third down
Fourth and long.
Monday morning quarterback.
Enough contemplating.
Now do something
Even if it’s wrong
Doing is better than not doing anything
Or is it?
Let me think about that for a while.
Proscenium
atop my mesa
working the crowd in my head
theatre in the round
After a decade and a half of performing out in the wilderness, I finally dragged myself off the rocky mesa stage. I had distanced myself from the urban delights of big city life to perform at suburbia’s theatre in the round. All in service of another’s dreams; only to find those dreams were not their dreams either. That was quite the emotional cul-de-sac indeed. Acting within the proscenium provided by the urban streets brought focus to the dysfunctional script being followed, so together we took our final bow. Flipping the script. Freeing us up to chase down another booking.
Hello everyone! The prompt for today, 17th August 2024, is “cul-de-sac”. Write a post including the prompt and share with us via pingback or leave the link in comments section. Happy Saturday! Punam
RDP SATURDAY: Cul-de-sac
Captcha the Future
Do I remember the past?
Much of the past I think I remember has been told and retold and written and filmed and televised and reworked to put forth an agenda. Mistranslations, both malicious and innocent errors, misrepresentations due to the transience of human perception, and the ability to represent it using common though imperfect languages , leading to more mistranslations and misunderstandings;usually put forth by people that are certain they know better than anyone else. The past I do remember while I was paying attention was also delivered by institutions with an agenda, but I have personally witnessed a thing or two leaving me to make up my mind with the understanding that I know what I know until I know something different.
Do I remember the future?
Well that hasn’t happened yet. Or has it?
What I do remember is futuristic prognostications of things to come. What might be, what could be, and what should be. Some have actually come to pass, or at least reasonable facsimiles of them. I am fortunate to have lived long enough to witness things that seemed quite futuristic and wondrous in their time quickly passed into obscure obsolescence only to become humorous internet memes. But still most of those futuristic things were indeed stepping stones to the marvels of our present day. Yet many of those futuristic ambitions have been left on the ever growing trash heap of history.
As for now, I think Charles Dickens wrote it best
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
I wonder how that translates into other languages. Perhaps, everything is okay until it isn’t.
In the meantime, remember
Green-stone, Go. Red-stone
Stop. Yellow-stone. Slow. Every
body must get stoned
The word for today is Futuristic! Flying cars? Androids that look and (good god no) act like humans? Travel to distant worlds? Or here on Earth, maybe, peace and ecosystems in balance? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to […]
RDP Friday! Futuristic!
A Scroll Threw Life 