Straddle

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It started with a fever

Fifty years ago or so

Raged at a fevers pitch

Seared to an embers core

An extended fever dream

A fiery consuming ditch

Dug through my epoch seam

As years passed unseen

Gave way to nightly sweats

Low grade daylight fever flight

Fancies flooded daylight hours

Then one day not so long ago

Half century fever broke

Shattered what was within

Shattered all that was without

Leaving only dreams of night

Displayed for none to see

To straddle my flâneur days

A gentleman of leisure

If you please

Sleeping in many days

Baby sleep and fever free

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RDP SATURDAY: FEVER

Commando

Posted on by Pete
Friday! Underwear!

Underwhere

I mumbled

While practicing

My thousand yard stare

Overthere

What

Why are they always a pair

Who

Underwhere

No

Underwear

Oh

I didn’t care

Even if they have a tear

From being caught in my snare

Because

Underwear presupposes

Overwear

Since I knew I had a spare

I supposed I could wear

My underwear over my underwear

Inventing overwear

Overwhere

No

Overwear

Pointless perhaps

High fashion for others

But I still won’t share

Because the fare

Is just not fair

Now back to playing Commando Bear

Scamper Splatter

Posted on by Pete
Craiyon

I confirm

Parts of my life

Deliver mementos

That make me squirm

From toxic

Moments

I affirm

Motions

Choices

Of a term

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Never fear

Pitter patter

Scamper splatter

Motion smear

To be clear

Those pounding

Footsteps you hear

A running dive

To self immersing

That pays the fare

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Causing a row

Sloshing basin

Filled to the brim

With what I sow

Paraffin bathing

Coated shiney

Head to toe

Emerging bow

With crystal clean

Purest of pure

Dripping now

RDP Wednesday – FOOTSTEPS

Carve

Posted on by Pete
Craiyon

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Slice away hollow all hallows disguise of fear

Where pumpkins grin

While humanity plans sin

Tricks and treats all beat their feet

Through urbane humanities urban street

Foolish fantastical ways of thinking

Gunna get them something sweet to eat

Still the strong eat the meat

While the meek all retreat

Carve through realties flimsy costume veneer

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Guzintas and Gozoutas

Posted on by Pete

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I find myself living in the cosmic combo platter of prompts that feed directly up the flapdoodle flagpole that is my stream of consciousness. Trying to make sense of the chaos that is the firehose of information of all flavors while sorting through what may be plausible as opposed to implausible makes me realize that my inputs are like this mess of cables on this utility pole flowing with flapdoodle opinions to the internets while becoming the material basis for many immaterial opinions posing as expository ejaculations of noisy nonsense, twaddle, and other wu wu waste management emissaries that are well outside my immediate sphere of influence. Now that I have expunged my flapdoodle foliage into the stream I will devour a heaping helping of flapjacks with a good portion of thick syrupy material on top.

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RDP SATURDAY: FLAPDOODLE
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 21, 2023

Good Times Bad Times

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Friday! Bands!

My taste in music can be described as eclectic. As a matter of fact that pretty well describes my taste in just about everything. That being said, in regards to bands specifically; I would be hard pressed to single out bands I hate. It is equally difficult to single out bands I love. There is a wide variety and genre of songs I love, done by various and varied bands in many styles. But there are songs done by bands I like that I grew sick of due to the endless play rotation on AM radio stations.

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Now with streaming music and a well placed subscription I am given the random access algorithm that I have been waiting for my whole life. Good for me. Bad for bands livelihoods. But I keep finding new music and music from past eras that I missed. I keep discovering many old bands that are new to me but old and passe to others. Best of all I am no longer stuck with an album or CD with only one or two songs I like.

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Now with a few keystrokes it seems I can find even the most obscure band or artist from the distant past, so I can joyously relive the memories or wonder what the heck I was thinking at the time. Either way they sure don’t make em like that any more.

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For good or for bad, here we are.

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