Oct 10 2025

The Daily Dread



My favorite non verbs
Verily verve vim and vigor
Starts with an adverb



Gives me the shivers
Extant skeletal skitters
Of attic critters



Mulberry munching
Turkey will draw the short straw
When Thanksgiving comes

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Oct 9 2025

The Daily Dread



Sheets warm from the first
As the second slipped between
Spent and left drowsy
Crept off for liaison three
He was quite the libertine


blood toil tears and sweat
through the haze of history
a zero sum bet
the hoi polloi ante up
aristocrats take the skim



Every other stride brings my bane in a purple haze of pain



Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
makes my eyes all misty with
franchise memories



libertine geese fly
off into the misty gray
instinct driven haze

Choo Choo Mama: Roll the dice my little cupcake and I’ll recite a poem for you. If it comes up snake eyes you can give the poem a critique. But if it comes up with boxcars, I guess I’ll just have to murder you. That’s how my literary train rolls.


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Oct 8 2025

The Daily Dread



When the cuddles start
to curdle it's ghost time for
Ash or for Ashley


the things from the past
that would make my blood curdle
now part of the game


poking the ash heap
of yesterdays smoldering
discontent bonfire
bound to ignite another
self-righteous conflagration



her florid perfume
now wafts through my mind rooms like
a hyacinth ghost

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Oct 7 2025

The Daily Dread



Administration
Will heretofore be known as
Clash of the Minions


Chickens coming home to roost

another relic
whining about being caught
in a surveillance
web of their own spinning used
to entrap the rest of us


Just another Companion of the Hellhounds psychonaut podcaster relic


seditious relic
seedlings try to avoid the
#clash between what they
say the rest of us should do
and what they don't do daily

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Oct 6 2025

The Daily Dread



Take a peek at the beak to tell a crow from a raven forevermore



It's Monday morning
So time to get your crow on
My fine haiku peeps

🐦‍⬛



fresh wind is welcome
under the blankets after
night chill hot air fill



be careful with whom
you #associate with in
waxing fascist times



Chill of a night kill
Watch Associate eat crow
Wash it down with bile



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Oct 5 2025

The Daily Dread



Personal Advert:
So my little pierogi
Roll around with me
In some flour and butter
See what fun we can boil up




Follow time's arrow
Feel it in my marrow
Fly straight and narrow



Invert the advert
Give us your money to solve
The crisis we made

The crisis we made
Can be solved with your money
Advert the invert




Oct 4 2025

The Daily Dread



Raconteur Rancor
spinning bilious narration
to all who'll listen



Rancor is the anchor for the soulless stanker wanker



the more he stretches
the truth the more elastic
it becomes for him
if it finally snaps back
will it hit him in the puss



Once the leaves yellow
The beach is best for strolling
Once swimmers have gone


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Oct 3 2025

The Daily Dread



Once upon a time
Got a splinter in my calf
Embedded for life
Reminds me with every step
Of that October moment



But a splinter of wood to keep us warm for the winter


No fork in the road
More of a turnpike splinter
Out of control spin



Less plausible than
a vignette in pulp fiction
Current governance


Splinter my timbers
Pulp my frost. Defrost the calf
Pump and dump plunder

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Oct 2 2025

The Daily Dread



Running with scissors
Tripping fell down and went slash
The gash was ghastly


October quickly churlishly churned
from mostly to vastly ghastly


clouded judgment brain
impaired by the fine drizzle
of grain alcohol
ghastly pharmaceuticals
and delusions of grandeur



Need an oasis
Away from constant drizzle
Of drivel du jour


Oct 1 2025

The Daily Dread



another feral
fetid fabulation spun
from festering ooze



the nineteen nineties
a blur of awful choices
from professional
personal, financial swamps
to metaphysical bogs



Track the pink bunny
All under the hunter's moon
A #blur in the night



showing the whole world
the soft pink underbelly
of Corruption Inc.



The frisky fiend frolicked in the fetid fungi forest

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