taking solace in
the pledge to add cinnamon
to my buttered bun
to soothe my picky palate
sworn to epicure excess
Buttered Up
Tag: MicroPoetry
Exsqueeze Me
autonomy spent
soiled with each passing year
squash my mortal seed
with mortar and pestle zeal
add mystery berry squeeze
Banquet
sail on the wave
study all the garden smells
bite before you speak
new palates in the castle
a sit down dinner for eight
B.S. Redux II
One thing is for sure;
When no bad decision goes
unmade, that's a clear
loud warning to the world that
I got my #mojo workin'
If you put an #apple on the top of your head, don’t be surprised if some bozo with a bow tries to shoot an arrow through it. Causation Correlation What do you think of them apples
#aware of a doomed
life lived confined within a
house of yellow leaves
Smeared over life's time mirror
On every surface in evening chambers
Smashed sconces
Broken bottles
Tumbled tumblers
Soiled sheets
Base fruit of nocturnal
Past amorous #alacrity clambers
parked out in the woods
the hunter's moon shining bright
teenage #ardor flowed
Too much rigidity
May maintain servility
While preying on fragility
Ushering in a proclivity
Towards delightful serendipity
Encouraging faux #avidity
Leading to soul's morbitity
Resulting in lividity
The seasonal tradition of bobbing for eels will be commencing shortly.
With the earth's life heat
Dispersed to the void of space
No longer #ablaze
Another sad dead planet
Stripped of it's resource and spark
Stop It
they go on and on
the energizer bunnies
reanimated
TV's #zombie opera plays
#boring me with plot pablum
Conjure
I conjure up my
greatest work of fiction self
story of my past
The thing I know for sure is how a film and track can be edited to tell a story in almost any way you wish. Fact and fiction spliced in any whimsically oppressive order to display a completely different timeline from the source. Ever shifting points of view filtered through hard won biases. Good thing memories are not like videotape playback. In fact memory is infinitely fungible. Just ask any eye witness three hours after any event.
Rewrite my fiction
Delete browser history
Refreshing new page
The word for today is Fiction! No, wait a minute, the word is real, but it’s fiction. OH man, no way to be clear. What’s your take on fiction? Is there any truth to it? Do you write it? Read it? Tell it? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag […]
RDP Tuesday! Fiction!
Dust Bunnies
tiny dust bunnies
under my bed bred into
one big dust devil
A little contemplation never hurt anyone.
Sure.
Go ahead.
Be contemplative.
Think before you move.
Look before you leap.
Stick your little toe in before you dive in.
Overthink.
Second guess.
Doublethink.
Double down
Third down
Fourth and long.
Monday morning quarterback.
Enough contemplating.
Now do something
Even if it’s wrong
Doing is better than not doing anything
Or is it?
Let me think about that for a while.
Proscenium
atop my mesa
working the crowd in my head
theatre in the round
After a decade and a half of performing out in the wilderness, I finally dragged myself off the rocky mesa stage. I had distanced myself from the urban delights of big city life to perform at suburbia’s theatre in the round. All in service of another’s dreams; only to find those dreams were not their dreams either. That was quite the emotional cul-de-sac indeed. Acting within the proscenium provided by the urban streets brought focus to the dysfunctional script being followed, so together we took our final bow. Flipping the script. Freeing us up to chase down another booking.
Hello everyone! The prompt for today, 17th August 2024, is “cul-de-sac”. Write a post including the prompt and share with us via pingback or leave the link in comments section. Happy Saturday! Punam
RDP SATURDAY: Cul-de-sac
Captcha the Future
Do I remember the past?
Much of the past I think I remember has been told and retold and written and filmed and televised and reworked to put forth an agenda. Mistranslations, both malicious and innocent errors, misrepresentations due to the transience of human perception, and the ability to represent it using common though imperfect languages , leading to more mistranslations and misunderstandings;usually put forth by people that are certain they know better than anyone else. The past I do remember while I was paying attention was also delivered by institutions with an agenda, but I have personally witnessed a thing or two leaving me to make up my mind with the understanding that I know what I know until I know something different.
Do I remember the future?
Well that hasn’t happened yet. Or has it?
What I do remember is futuristic prognostications of things to come. What might be, what could be, and what should be. Some have actually come to pass, or at least reasonable facsimiles of them. I am fortunate to have lived long enough to witness things that seemed quite futuristic and wondrous in their time quickly passed into obscure obsolescence only to become humorous internet memes. But still most of those futuristic things were indeed stepping stones to the marvels of our present day. Yet many of those futuristic ambitions have been left on the ever growing trash heap of history.
As for now, I think Charles Dickens wrote it best
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
I wonder how that translates into other languages. Perhaps, everything is okay until it isn’t.
In the meantime, remember
Green-stone, Go. Red-stone
Stop. Yellow-stone. Slow. Every
body must get stoned
The word for today is Futuristic! Flying cars? Androids that look and (good god no) act like humans? Travel to distant worlds? Or here on Earth, maybe, peace and ecosystems in balance? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to […]
RDP Friday! Futuristic!
Jingle Jangle Streaming
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
A Scroll Threw Life 