Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
got off financial
treadmill first in order to
evict wasteful chaff
Butterflies
Aren't free
Oleo sinks
Margarine stinks
Sorrow floats
Hope bloats
Bees sting
Birds sing
Money talks
B.S. walks into a bank, lies about assets, gets a loan, then uses other people's money to live life in a golden cocoon only to emerge
A pro
To con again
Still butterflies
Aren't free
Hello everyone! The prompt for today is, “Butterflies”.
RDP SATURDAY: BUTTER FLIES
Something I heard in
Grammar School still sticks in my
brain. "That'll learn ya."
Hardly Socratic
Often idiosyncratic
Sometimes bureaucratic
Can be dramatic
To overblown panic
Then in full tilt manic
Confused as Satanic
With a hint of tannic
Just erie Shamanic
No need to get frantic
Busboy asks patron,
"How long have the Olympic
Games been going on."
I reply uninvited
Two thousand five hundred years
A few chuckles from
the room. Then busboy says ,"I'm
sorry ma'am, what were
you saying?" My dates may be
off ,but I crack myself up.
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RDP Friday! Dialogue!
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
Every four years we add a whole day to our highly inaccurate timekeeping facade so our notion of a comfy ordered perfect universe won’t be shattered. Let’s make it a day to reflect upon the fact that the universe doesn’t behave as we’ve told ourselves it should.
I'll see your tad raise
bet you a trifling
for the tidbit
in the pot
without giving
a tinker's damn
about your attempt
to trump
threadbare reasoning
with thoughtful
thorough
discourse to work
through these timorous
tumultuous
times
An absence can be
Painful Scarring Horrendous
Or very welcomed
I sometimes plug my haikus into this graphic engine to see just what it makes of my words and to give me insight into the world we are making aided by A. I. output. The results can go from sublime to horrifying. When I plugged this haiku into the engine it produced such disturbing results I chose not to subject the world to this A. I.’s algorithmic nightmares. After four batches of nine results it finally gave me this one, in my opinion, usable option. The first set was produced by entering a more user friendly woo woo trope, but even that put some A. I. darkness on display.
me
I also sometimes wonder how my words are skewing the data set.
In the mid 1960’s my Aunt and Uncle bought a house near where we lived. Maybe one or two social classes up from my neighborhood. Quite literally the other side of the tracks. I would have been nine or ten at the time. So of course they invited their poor relatives over to tour their new home. Actually, they had always been in the rotation of family holiday get together locations so much time would be spent visiting for the five or six years they lived there. That is until they took another step up to the burbs leaving us real Chicagoans behind. It was a nice two story home with the best bonus in the world for a boy my age. The second story bathroom top row of tiles had delightful naked blonde cartoon women, ala Marilyn Monroe, discreetly hugging bubbles in various provocative but still tasteful poses on alternating rectangles around the whole bathroom. Just a little above my pre-puberty eye level. But what an eyeful for me in those clueless days of the mid 60’s. I didn’t know why I liked ’em. But boy did I. Even to this day the memory makes me smile. Best of all nobody else seemed to pay them any mind and I knew better than to remark upon them. So that particular decor choice by the previous owners stayed and I had many inspired visits to that lavatory as the revelations of puberty over took me. I think I hold those tiles responsible for my life long penchant for blonds.
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I still wonder what the people who bought the house from my aunt and uncle thought of their choices?
When I sit to meditate
I carefully try to radiate
Without words to intimidate
In spite of where I situate
Careful not to over inflate
Verbiage merely to saturate
Animal magnetism will infatuate
And unintentionally infuriate
Making it necessary to mitigate
Without appearing to subjugate
Intentions merely to intimate
That I'm just trying to relate
To precursors of my current fate
Sometimes you have to
get out of the fantasy
bath and dry off with
the towel of reality.
No matter what. Don't Panic.
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The Guide says a towel “is the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have … you can wrap it around you for warmth … lie on it … use it as a sail on a mini-raft … wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat … wave it as a distress signal in emergencies … and of course use it to dry yourself off, if it still seems to be clean enough.”
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy – Douglas Adams
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P.S. I write a tanka for a word prompt on Mastodon. Lo and behold, the RDP of the day is “galaxy”. Ain’t life grand 😁
What was once an almost imperceptible rumble may or may not have been there all along. To those paying attention to rumbles, those scratchings were already on the wall. It’s just a matter what attention is given. Many things are a concern. All the usual accoutrements of the American Scheme. Both purveyors and consumers. Some more than. Some less than. The claw of complicity claws rampant o’er the land. Once noticed, the volume of rumblings continues to climb. It fills every silence with it’s sticky content. That content grew bigger teeth. Fiercer talons. Now content is clawing at the door. At the window. Leaving marks on once impervious sensibilities. Ramparts of rationality. The claw of opinions. Things influencing both happy and sad events. Highly unlikely conspiracies. Rabbit holes that have no more bunnies to give and yet do. Claw back attention to things that influence circle encompasses. Ignore the outrage industrial complex. Try to do good where it can be done. Be kind or just be.
“Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy. The warrior’s approach is to say “yes” to life: “yea” to it all.”
― Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces
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