Tag: haiku

RDP Wednesday -BELL

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Sometimes I can choose
Othertimes I have no choice
Yet things get chosen

Did the bell mean stop or did it mean go. All the bells at school sounded the same. The context of the bell set its meaning. There for the bell early. Not there for the bell late. Was I sitting in class. Was I in the hall heading to my next class. Outside coming in. Inside coming out and bell free for the remainder of the day. Or was I living in a world of bells without context.

Dong Ding Dong Ding

So it goes.

Our prompt for today is “bell”. 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 “bell” as tags. Add “photo” if you’re sharing a picture, as specific tags make your […]

RDP Wednesday -BELL

Life is but a Stream

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Where ever you go there you are

Travel was not part of my family experience. Tried to make it part of my parenting experience. I’ve had good trips. I’ve had bad trips. I may just trip again.

All just more data

Everytime I reach
A conclusion. New  data
Just keeps streaming in

The word for today is Travel! Where have you been? Where would you like to go? How would you like to get there? Space or time? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to read all the other wonderful posts. […]

RDP Tuesday! Travel!

The Good Blur

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Shoes for Industry! Shoes for the Dead! – Firesign Theatre

Monday morning meaning has gone through many permutations through my days. From hope to dread. Trepidation to turpitude. Triumph to terror. Always a turning point highlighted by a calendar infused post industrial revolution angst about gain and loss, productivity and projections. The get some ethos of our time.

No longer just another day of existence, it was a morning where I stepped back into the world of commerce and played the role I had chosen, or was chosen for me, out of necessity to earn my daily bread by hook or by crook; as was glorified on the entertainment platforms and corporate shill magical moments; to make me want what I had been shown to really really need to be happy.

Yes, and I helped. Daily blur, became weekly blur, folding into yearly blur, cascading down through decades of blur. Just make it through another day so I could make it stop.

The good blur. The productivity blur. The compensated blur. The blurry blur.

Then I got a new role and worked evenings and weekends. Friday afternoon became my Monday morning, with all the same alchemical needs. Only later in the day, and frankly with much less stress. It was just a job and no longer a career. I could cruise on through the five day cattywampus week, with only daily task mapping to keep my steps to a minimum, and as a result, the pain to a minimum.

Now, with those calendar deadline days behind me, and aging into the time of life that medical care could not bankrupt me; I have distilled Mondays down to their essence into this haiku.

Sort

 Monday morning sort. 
What to do? What to read? What
to post on my feed?

Amen

RDP Monday: ESSENCE

Haiku Peek-a-boo

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Once Upon A Time in an Attic

So I’m sitting at my desk which is nowhere near as nice a desk as the RDP prompt desk picture, and with nowhere as nice a view as the said desk has. Instead I will regale my RDP friends with the stale crusts of my week of #haikufeels prompts instead.

Threading the Needle

SECRETE
watch the vile bile
ooze out that a nation tried
to secrete away

COMB
Comb over? Not me.
Back of head solar panel
keeps me charged all day

HOPE
I have lots of hope
The cynic in me says nope
My hope on a rope

ARCH
time to wake up now
arch my back, reach for the sky
the good morning stretch

ROLL
let the hype roll on
foolish twaddle cash spew, no
hobgoblin minds changed

FUSE
Never confuse a
fuse with a circuit breaker.
Result would shock you.

JOURNAL
my journal entry
was this; "pulling the bestial
towards the celestial"
RDP Sunday: desk

A.I. Says

Posted on by Pete 
An absence can be
Painful Scarring Horrendous
Or very welcomed
Craiyon

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.

I also sometimes wonder how my words are skewing the data set.

me
RDP Monday: ABSENCE

Bath

Posted on by Pete 
Sometimes you have to 
get out of the fantasy 
bath and dry off with 
the towel of reality.
No matter what. Don't Panic.

(✯ᴗ✯)

Craiyon

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

(✯ᴗ✯)

RDP Tuesday! Galaxy!

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 😁

Apples and Origins

Posted on by Pete

Toots and Twaddle 3

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
the oranges of the 
species on display in one
who's missing a link
Sally's soup was thin
Stu's stew was thick and tasty
Mixed? Thick and thin grin
Breaking through the crust
of my inner life. Send up
a flare for pizza.
a blanket over 
my head won't stop the horror
behind my eyelids
Craiyon
once upon a time
winter grass was what was in
last year's heavy coat
put the nettle 
to the metal kettle 
said the blossom 
to the stem
"Tea time!" ah Clem
Craiyon