Tag: haiku

June 9 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

some podcasts make you
take the gish gallop challenge
turn nonsense to sensem

typical response
to unwanted advances
is cold as shaved ice

Spending time doing things I know I can’t do.

Some people are working very hard to make a future that would feel very much at home in the past.

For immediate release:

Proud recipient a Small Lifetime Achievement Medal
in 2025 Extreme Existence Mismanagement Games

Time to update my résumé

End brain defragmentation program

creep, the creeping creep’s
cootie constellation choir
croaks conspiracies

The Unjolly Green Giant

June 8 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

when we all try to
dance to a different tune
it’s best to spread out

Holly Roller was
disco inferno hot that
night on the dance floor

Every single day
M.A.A.A. works overtime
To Make America Ashamed Again

Melting of sense into nonsense
Messenger for the burning agony. The Red Book

#SilentSunday

— AmbientDread (@ambientdread.bsky.social) 2025-06-08T12:21:22.522098Z
An empty ramp between two embankment walls

June 7 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Bees fueled by pollen
Transform nectar to honey
Oatmeal sweetener 



more a rictus grin
than a smile when Congress makes
laws they do not read



Better to transcend.
A cherished life of chaos
Than to rewind it


popping p's
with each rant pant
thick mike screen
couldn't stop
each pent up pop
from booming
out the loud speaker
after a pint or three
went to the river
to take a punt 
to a temp pont
to get across for
elocution lessons




Went out for a pint
Back to mine for a nice pant
Sweet pent up release
With a satisfying punt
Over a pont to a dream


Swaddled in cheap grace 
Faux pious Senator shills
Her tooth fairy brand

AmbientDread

a friend knows when two
bee there when they need two bee
and when not two bee


friend

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June 6 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

perpetuating
the mix up that messed us up 
most egregiously 



damn a waterfall
feed the patch work quilt of our
hungry power grid



adding to A.I.
mix misanthropic haiku
hoopla just for kicks


add misanthropic 
haiku hoopla hijinks to
a.i. mix for kicks



Zero sum algorithm 
Antisocial media
Syncopated holy hymn  
Full frenzied feedia
Up on the down beat
Upbeat down with resolve
Lost in the repeat
Off center reality dissolve
Freaky Friday show finality
Still looking for #sum-one
To wrap up with banality
While just having some fun


Seems when I uplift
Reality windshear sends
A tailspin tomb tome
Take the Cur

June 5 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

as I pore over 
volumes of forgotten lore
forgot to bookmark 🔖 



A Bloody Mary
Moth on it's celery stalk
Is it an omen 🪬



Old pump organ play
Pull out one stop at a time
To find my timbre 



my first full size bike
pieced together from spare parts
rolling chimera

a full sized Schwinn frame
spray painted sky blue, leopard 
print banana seat

high rise handlebars 
a big rear view mirror clamped on
for my first test ride

looking in mirror
and not where I was going
fell off, mirror broke


The weasel with the
easel was no Paladin. 
Always ready to 
connect with Botticelli 
babes eager to misbehave
A.I. image generated from tanka text of medieval woman cuddling a weasel crayon.com
Craiyon

June 4 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Rhythm stick no more
Hit me with your haiku stick
That's how I roll now



Living on mountains
Foreign to me as desert 
Shore dweller for life 



test the tensile strength
of a spring that will become 
a long hot summer



Oh Joy, I have an incoming call from scam likely.

June 3 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Sometimes it's just kind
To not bother to rewind
Random access life




found out it's okay
to pack bear spray when I tour
national treasures 



back to the snake oil
no hand washing, germs, or cures
bad humours abound
if you were of troubled mind
it was strait in the jacket




Mother was forty. 
Father was fifty when I 
was born. The caboose.

He worked on railroad.
All the livelong day. Math says
I was his present.

Gift given on his
fiftieth birthday. That was
my moms family joke.
  
Siblings said I was 
left on doorstep by gypsies.
Children seen. Not heard.

Not the center of 
anyone's universe then
Except for grandma

Mother went to work
At factory down the street
Never felt neglect

Nor did I feel poor
Hungarian grandmother 
watched over me well.

Six of us lived in
Two bedroom home. One bathroom
One tub. No shower.

Time dragged at young age
Yet house cleared out soon enough
Siblings move on out.

Leaving me alone
Youngest still fifty years on
Still not seen or heard
A bench in a park with budding trees
A pleasant place to sit

the-footsteps-grow-louder-and-louder

June 2 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Reductionist sweep
Objects are objectionable
Disturb resting dust 



poised on the tip of
sparrow beak berry resigns
to skin break juice fate



Like a splinter under a fingernail 
The news covers what people say
I watch to see what public figures do
More often it is what they don't do
Usually it's what they said they'd do
Unfortunately some times they do do 
What they said and now we seen 
What they done 
It ain't purty

words splinter into
bytes then spew into the maw
of quantum a.i.

#BlueSkyMonday

— AmbientDread (@petrd1.bsky.social) 2025-06-02T15:27:24.095Z

June 1 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Due to budget cuts
no clamp. Learn to bleed slower
or you'll just bleed out. 


As the solstice nears
Defrosted winter grove weeps 
Hydrangea blooms



a sunbeam razor
the right tool for the right job
would have been better 
than a chainsaw, but got merged 
under by corporate raiders


LOMBRD
loads of money but right dicks

Susie Dent - Countdown 


"Reflective morality
A cruel action will be repaid with cruelty
A kind one with kindness"

The Ministry of Time 
Kailiane Bradley

#SilentSunday

— AmbientDread (@petrd1.bsky.social) 2025-06-01T12:19:51.233021Z