Tag: blogging

Aug 4 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

I can't help myself
Attention will zoom in where
nature tells it to




Our Lady of the
Spiral Spindle, guardian
angel of Spinners



A spiral zoom in
Traps tranquil angel in frame
Chaos wipe to black


spiral archetype
problem solving tchotchke tao
send donations now


silence so loud you
can hear it all the way from
here to yesterday
and back again all the way
from tomorrow and beyond
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Aug 3 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

when we try to stand
seems like some rich pukes want to
make us kneel and beg
for the honor of paying 
them for the trash they're selling 



I lift myself up
Defrag my brain with haiku
Stand what comes my way



they say in person
he has his charm, but only
if you stand up wind 



For years Red believed
Wandered on the wilderness
A seekers mission

The goal he was sold
The elusive spondulix
Prosperity gold

Then Red realized
All that glitters ain't gold, so
Red leaves pilgramage 


a long spelling trek
spell pilgrimage correctly
stumbles on the way



Abundance above
Dammed by greed to overflow
Trickle dance below

Recreating a 1970's Saturday night
Having pizza and Heineken 
Left me as foggy this morning
As the wildfire smoke outside
Smells like 1980's Los Angeles air

If it wasn't for misperception 
I'd have no perception at all

Aug 2 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

He crinkles the buds
He separates twigs and seeds
He then rolls the joint



Fuzzy pink sweater
Stray hand slides up and under
"Forge ahead." she sighs


MAGA cult monk grumps
With a scowl under his cowl
Donations are down


Seize the day as one
Cherish the day when it's done
You know you have won

the world continues
without us says the distant
domino falling

the current regime
will fold spindle mutilate
to get it's own way

They want us to buy their BS
Pay for their BS
Use their stinking BS
Then thank them for their BS
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The Vapors

Posted on by Pete 
What started as a run on sentence
Begat this unholy scat
things that used to make me blush
even while I was in such a rush 
only then wanting them to hush
telling people to shush up 
after reaching out to touch 
trying to grasp a whole bunch 
many hours before for lunch 
until I heard that nasty crunch 
a terrible accident as such 
sent me reeling 
without punctuation 
on this river 
of verbiage ramblation
unable to deliver with punch 
so Ill fake it into cush 
make it look like 
planned adverse 
while I sit here 
on my tush 
Today
Things on public display
That might or might not
Make us blush
Would probably have
Given our ancestors
The vapors
Real or feigned

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 2, 2025

Aug 1 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

grinning ear to ear
signalling another night
of special mischief 




takes reflected light
on my retina to draw you
in my memory 

yet my most cherished
recollections of you were
played out in the dark



media cover 
of louts constant twittering
has zero value



A distant memory
When I was very young
At bedtime my mother and I
Would kneel at my bedside
We would say a nightly prayer
It went like this:

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Should I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Nice little sediment.
Face to face with my mortality
On a nightly basis before dreamland.
From two to maybe seven
Don't recall when it began
Don't recall when it ended
Wonder why I was a shy kid
With the Grim Reaper
Always hovering near
Sweet dreams Petey.
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July 31 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Guaranteed 
Given the choice
Shopping lane
Highway lane
I'll choose the wrong one
When I move over
That one will stop
The other we I'll go
So now I stay put
And be the lane


J.J. leaned over
"Bonds just bind you to sorrow."
Then drained his Guinness 



Up before sunrise
Much to complete before I
Slip into darkness



Tinnitus kicks in
Then the hum turns into words
A cosmic message
Bicameral mind chatter
Or psychotic word jumble
 


Our knowledge of space is pure speculation.
On the fringe stands The Eavesdrop Inn.
Best burger for light years.  
Their motto is: 
To Serve Man

#24words

Becomes #28words

Our knowledge of space is pure speculation.
On the fringe stands The Eavesdrop Inn.
Best burger for light years.  
Ingredients unknown
But their motto is: 
To Serve Man


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Two words 
Came to mind
On line three
The one I chose 
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