A.I. generated image from prompt, Brothers Balmy and Bomby Weasel

June 30 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday

to avoid dreaded
run-on sentences I use
haiku form instead 



Nostalgia nonsense: 
"Things were much better back then."
Nope. But lies stayed close 



Oh this ain't balmy
It's a blast furnace out there
Believe me, I know



Nostalgic brothers
Balmy and Bomby Weasel
Plan chicken coop run


I watch and wonder at the amount of effort people waste 
stacking the irrelevant on the inconsistent 
next to the problematic hypothetical outcome 
without knowing how much the 
newborn irrelevant in the room weighs.

Just trying to chill 
Up in the Empyrean 
While y'all crying down there

#BlueSkyMonday

— AmbientDread (@ambientdread.bsky.social) 2025-06-30T17:53:30.438Z

June 29 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday

gentle gestures grace
kind moments and tender words
engrave my intent


stamping out any 
scintilla of decency
in The Faker's rule

 

jack boots stomp down joy
a once profuse people view
desolate demo



Entangled pleasure
Regret. Not a #scintilla
Engraved memories 

 

Profuse scintilla 
Oxymoron for the spark
Of kindness in law


Bottled spring water.
It's a short leap to selling
us bottled spring air.

It was a mismatch that could only be made in heaven 
All she wanted was more
All I wanted was less

Adventures in urban hiking 

Another close encounter with a 5G urban traveler
This was just a pass by not a collision course.
Close enough that whistling a few bars of my mantra

🎶  I cannot see
🎶  Look out for me

Made them look up from their phone momentarily 
Watch where they were going. 
Is this a daily occurrence or just random synchronicity 
for the last few days? 

Don't touch that dial 

On the plus side; I spend a lot less time reading the news.
Any article that starts, "Trump says..." I can skip over 
Cause I know what follows that pre mumble will be twaddle.

#Wordle 1,471 3/6*⬜🟨⬜🟩⬜🟩⬜🟨🟩⬜🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩#Wordle #Wordle1471

— AmbientDread (@ambientdread.bsky.social) 2025-06-30T01:38:20.905Z

June 28 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

The abyss between 
Objective reality 
And their perception 
Devours all the safe space
Leaves all the evil behind



a very clear sign
that the barn door is open
cold draft on cherries 🍒 



Nibble and a sip.
On your person. In your bag. 
I could count on yum. 


You can't judge a fish by its packaging.I bought some wild caught cod at the Jewels. Got it home and when I took it out of the shopping bag I noticed an off smell. Put it in the fridge and it made the fridge smell funky. Went back and forth whether to pitch it or not. Put it into a paper bag and took a walk. Decided that when I took it out of it's packaging I would give it one more sniff test. Out of it's sealed package it no longer stunk. So I gave it the instant pot pressure steam and it was delicious. I am writing this to remind myself if I get sick or keel over I was wrong. 06/28/2024

I like to turn off the window AC unit early mornings so I can give my tinnitus whispering the full attention it has earned. 🔔👂🔔

Phrazez that Payzez

Oh blinding light
Oh light that blinds
I cannot see
Look out for me - Fire Sign Theatre

I whistled that tune right before a  young gentleman walking while staring at his phone nearly bashed into me. Got his attention and disaster was averted 😁
A.I. image generated from prompt: young man staring at phone while walking down street.

June 27 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday

You were my first draft
Left glorious and unscathed 
That was our #moment
Then the real world rushed in
Forcing revisions on us



Before it's too late 
Send for ale and fresh horses
Siege necessities 


plastic surgery 
botox filler fakery
like peas in a pod 


You became my poetry
Fortuitously or ill-fated
Left glorious and unscathed
You were only my first draft


The time it takes to
Send the moment to my brain
Seems to take longer



nothing more useless
than unasked for advice, won't 
listen or follow

Profound formula 
X-rays times Y-rays equal
Ludicrous thought rays

June 26 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Empathy fuel low
My burn rate of G A F
Might just be maxed out
Then I read the daily spews
Outrage needle pegged again



vagary garden
whatever I can forage
from trellis and ground
tossed in a pot set to stew
only I can burn the soup



Pandora's Box was
hidden in a safe under
the base of the place
called Utopia; but still
it was found by the humans


Idolater words
Clever translation trellis
Swimming in a stew
A mass vagary mélange
Unclean aspic mysteries 


Phrazez that Payzez 

The free rider populates both ends of a societal spectrum
It's the ones in the middle that do all the work

Bingo Cluck

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A.I. image generated from "Chicken Poo Bingo" prompt of a dollop shaped peep like chicken juggling game pieces.
Craiyon

In the shabby hotel meeting room the marathon Chicken Poo Bingo Game ground into the next morning. A classic orange cult, head in the sand pastime. The prize being a bucket of Kentucky Fried. Leggs Eleven, the frantic mob boss, grabbed the Bingo number squatter by the ears shouting, “Said needed Two Fat Ladies!” he spat “Not Two Little Ducks!”

Can You Tell A Story In…

June 25 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Fury of wings
Branches above
A shriek
Tiny talons 
Bounce head
Duck!
A robin?
A sparrow?
Red-Winged Blackbird?
Trees above
More flaps
Another wack
Squawk 
Cover head
Walk faster 
Nest too near?
Birdy P.Oed
No starscape
Danger foretold 
For todays 
Sidewalk walk
Of the bird



a tangle of words
treble stanza then braid them 
haiku a day wrap



sky clouds drift over
where the new moon should have been
daylight lunar toons


Phrazez that Payzez

Cooled in a sociality
Photo by Chris F on Pexels.com

June 24 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

I write small poems
While next to me on the couch
World's thrashing around
In night sweat terror detox
Reality withdrawal

What a button does
Can never really be known 
Until you press it 



Perched on the next stool
This enigma seemed to me
A shade too cozy
Proceeded to press buttons
That had long been left unpushed 

Phrazez that Payzez 

Which one of youse got their stardust in my pixie dust?

A murder of crows
A scavenging of seagulls
More than just a flock

June 23 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

It's the gardeners choice
On the type of garden grown 
If peace or strife's sown 


his nibs huffed and puffed
bluster, blather, has no doubt
then caught in lies (sigh)


Guru Guru plays
funk on smoky car's eight track
loud Banana Flip



With a great big sigh
Guru Gummy found his zen
"Transcend this garden."