Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Living on the fuzzy boundary of could've, should've, and would've.
I'm over my head
Taken the plunge and let go
Awash in living
tabula rasa
rebounding round my noggin
echolalia
peel the onion skin
lay bare layer by layer
hot tears tear my eyes
Do I sculpt karma
Or is it in DNA
Raven knows for sure
long blond animal
melody of our motion
to a band she loved
Biscuit the raven
frisky frolic memories
of my long blond muse
my older siblings
by nearly a decade would
taunt without mercy
using a made up slur which
would send me into a tantrum
It's meaning unknown
by all of us, even them
still wounded me deep
then parental discipline
ended their bullying glee
but they scribbled it
all over the basement walls
now etched in my soul
I'm forever an "oottsie"
whatever that may mean
scarred for life you say
perhaps, but I have my doubts
even a made up word
an "oottsie" I may be but
nobody likes a whiner
Out of my past block
I sculpt a possible me
Oh what shall I be
As the closing act on a sea
Of floating possibilities
Passion tsunami opportunities
When me and you were a we
Waning hormonal machinations
Eleventh hour oscillations
Karma brought us together
In the nick of time
Just under the wire
Our epic encores set us free
Want my nirvana
Seems like a nice place to be
Sounds just right for me
Oops. By wanting Nirvana
I missed the mark once again
Group decisions made
With the short straw draw method
Reality's brief
feel obligated
to oblige others feelings
but only so far
many considerations
easy to make a faux pas
Phrazez that Payzez
"Better you than me
The evil this world runs on"
The Antidote by Karen Russell
Very special moment and privilege to be able to think back on what I was doing a half century ago. Light on details but I sure remember the vibe.
If only I had Google Calendar back then .
I never forget to participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world
I opened my eyes
There were two shoes on the step
Put on my shoes
Went to work
There were no shoes on the step
After the accident
For many mornings
I opened my eyes
Put on my shoe
Took my crutches
Went to work
There was one shoe on the step
Everythings withered
For no additional gain
Long cold nights ahead
letting the day gain
purchase on my attention
as dreams slink away
Only my inner thoughts to watch
As I swaddle into an evening swatch
Although I may be bone dead tired
Dawns on withering conscious frame
With nothing to lose and all to gain
Additional input may be required
A frog on a log
Obsessed on a midair fly
Ribbit Ribbit (slurp)
Daily office time.
Snipe, connive, deceive, backstab.
At Vipers Nest Corp
A bit on the nose
For the sloppy #brand new
QR face code trend
while some stay on #brand
by being decent humans
others promote theirs
with petty small minded cruel
spiteful malicious actions
need a disclaimer
for the brain blossoms prompts prompt
on my social feeds
Phrazez that Payzez
""Go funkle all over your scuznut." According to DTG Chris Cavanaugh
"Big bundle of cognitive dissonance" Blake from Monster Talk 8:24 AM
I'm Spurious and this is my brother Dubious 10:54 AM me
🎶 We gotta get outta displace 🎶
🎶 If it's last thing we ever do 🎶
Overwrought souls
Bought cheaply sold
Landgrab diplomacy
Firehose hypocrisy
Assault on decency
Distraught humanity
Onslaught on sanity
Caught with no exit
Or as we all call it
Tuesday
Living with a pestilence
Of pure and simple petulance
Now turn out the light
Shut the door behind you
Don't bother me
Cause I can't cope
And hey you
Get off my lawn too
Cue the daily ritual
Lighting of the fart royale
Broadcast to the public
Has become habitual
Applauded by the loyal
Performed by the duo dynamic
One deep in his dotage
One goofy from his dosage
This became our national discourse
As media beats a dead horse
A system that sows
A grapes of graft vineyard will
Be choked by it's vines
My telomeres are tired and my cellular membrane just ain’t as thick as it used to be. What once upon a time would set my cellular messenger RNA ablaze, scorching my mitochondria; now at best only kindles #aglow within my nucleolus.
Reload the browser
Refreshing #awareness in
my myopia
A: A polite way of describing, “I got mine Jack, keep your hands off of my stack.”
Q: “What is business #acumen ?”
I achieved peak self #astuteness with the realization that I couldn't monetize the lifeboat concession on the Titanic.
Some people are wired that way.
Others are not.
My tipping point after greeting one of life's many icebergs.
Too soon?
Ended with loathing
Ignited with blazing lust
Never #amity
sure, infinity
and beyond equations
are all well and good
but my struggle
is ciphering
an #affinity for now
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!
in shadowy dusk
rolling around in the muck
then passing the buck
Wrapped in the muck of existence
Gives form to humanities persistence
To consume, eliminate, reproduce
Stacking things up in order to deduce
What’s needed on top of the heap
Showing stuff we’ll want to keep
Knowing these too will be swallowed up
In the infinite stream of entropy muck
The prompt for today is MUCK. Create a post using this prompt. Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story…the options are limitless and 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. Need help with the pingback? You can find the instructions […]
RDP Monday: MUCK
Kindling of A.I. origin
Falsehoods flame the main
Fan with boughs of balderdash
Smoke blinds a cache of cash
Murky waters mottle and schmooze
Senseless seekers still abuse
No amount of abluent cleanse
Will wash the historical lens
Cause where there is confusion
Money will be made in profusion
trickle to drizzle
downpour to monsoon gushed down
twixt lush fertile swale
Happy Monday!! The prompt for today is FAN. Create a post using this prompt. Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story…the options are limitless and 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. Need help with the pingback? You can find […]
RDP Monday: FAN
A Scroll Threw Life 