
Covered in times soot
This old coot don't scoot
As a geezer
I'm quite the wheezer
Not much of a pleaser
An occasional teaser
I think about this
I think about that
Now I wonder
Is the past tense of scoot
Scat
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time

Covered in times soot
This old coot don't scoot
As a geezer
I'm quite the wheezer
Not much of a pleaser
An occasional teaser
I think about this
I think about that
Now I wonder
Is the past tense of scoot
Scat
Lounging lackadaisically
On my perception cloud
Proximity alert triggers
Furtively I reach out
Fingers trace the Objet de Arte
To become my Objet de Desir
Another example of humans humaning.
Just great big bundles of cognitive dissonance.
Paradise in peril?
Let them stew in their own nest.
It's their cauldron now.
Try me a river.
I'll try a river for you.
When no try. No do.
Phrazez that Payzez
People without boundaries
"I'm cold, so you should put on a sweater."
Abby's mom. Ordinary Unhappiness Podcast.
She has taken her light
Into that night
That never will spawn
Another dawn
That one melody
Has become your #elegy
Mourning medley
Misunderstood bugs
Antediluvian ants
And what they hath wrought
Things my Uncle George did with
My Aunty Diluvian
Oh she was special
Deb, the office revolver
Snub nose thirty eights
We'd pull our triggers slowly
On our late night office dates
Icy relations
Best to thaw with a candle
Than a flame thrower


Considering how long life has been scuttling around on this heap of magma, lava, smegma, and other solidified forms of said substances: I need to know after which flood do you inquire. So I wrote this tanka instead.
Misunderstood bugs
Antediluvian ants
And what they hath wrought
Things my Uncle George did with
My Auntie Diluvian
From flood plain to astral plane, trying to keep my head above water.
Just like ant
🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜
afternoon stroll then
cabin repose succumbed to
proffered lily
Resources soiled
Bottled water and canned food
Air will be sold soon
Melancholia
Wafts over me
Scant evidence found
Searching the library
Fills me with
Vellichor
For my long lost
Manticor
I got a boulder
On my shoulder trying to crush
Me as I moulder
It's what I can do
As I try to mitigate
Sorrows of the world

Making the world dirtier, meaner, and less safe
With every moment he soils that once prestigious office
Meanwhile
I couldn’t resist posting one of my favorite tunes for this prompt
No clue
Hey me too
But don't be blue
Join the crew
Haven't the foggiest
When we're the groggiest
Making life the shoddiest
Like a well meaning hobbyist
But
I know
What I know
Until I know
Something different
Do share
If you think you
Know different
Even seeming indifferent
More likely ambivalent
But I remain diffident
Spanning irreverent
To the irrelevant
Like the room elephant

The word(s) for today is(are) No Clue! We humans like to “know” things and to be right. I’m the first to agree, well, maybe not the first, that uncertainty is uncomfortable. I don’t even have a clue about the temperature outside. My phone says one thing, my actual thermometer says another thing, and the national […]
RDP Friday! No Clue!

Pile up a cairn. Knock
over a cairn. Build a cairn...
Human history.

Our prompt for today is “blank”. What does the word mean to you? Compose a post, and share your interpretation of the day’s prompt in words or pictures. You know the rules. Use “ragtag daily prompt” , “RDP” , and “blank” as tags. Add “photo” if you’re sharing a picture, as specific tags make your […]
RDP Wednesday – BLANK
I must attribute my lacklustre life research results to having things bassackward for most of my days. Apparently I was focused on the generalities while ignoring the particulars, when I should….
lose focus on things
general to delve into
the particular


Hello Everyone, I hope you are all well and ready for another Ragtag Daily Prompt. Here is your word for Thursday, 8 August 2024 — LACKLUSTRE. 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 – LACKLUSTRE

Guitar shredding thru
The mist of power chord swamp
Band groupies swooning