Tag: prompts

May 9 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday

chickens and the cost
of empire come home to
roost in the wreckage


malignant pallor
of festering hate wafts o'er 
our once fertile plains


A site of lush warmth
Became a trigger sending
A chill up my spine



False
Evidence
Appearing
Real

Start small
Double down
Repeat early
Repeat often
Lie like a rug
Buy allegiance
Bourne of panic 
False alarm
Fear solidifies 
Then deliver the
Coup de grace


In the future our garbage will be their treasure 
Our valuables will be the be bane of their existence.

May 8 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

seize that slimy fish
wrestle it onto your shore
a carp for the day



suture my succour
on humanities scapegoat
stop the bleeding now


I'm pointing to my attic because I know it's haunted 🤣

When making a point
It was not polite to point
I was told when young


Whose road is it anyway?

where rubber neuro
meets utter linguistic road
keep your wallet closed



Finding joy in Catholic's new Pope for a late dear one.

She embraced her church deeply and sincerely.
She loved the city of Chicago.
Her astrological sign was Leo and she embraced those traits fiercely.

Basking in inter-universal shift.
Or was that drift?

May 7 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Lounging lackadaisically	 
On my perception cloud
Proximity alert triggers
Furtively I reach out
Fingers trace the Objet de Arte
To become my Objet de Desir



Another example of humans humaning. 
Just great big bundles of cognitive dissonance.


Paradise in peril?
Let them stew in their own nest.
It's their cauldron now.


Try me a river.
I'll try a river for you.
When no try. No do.



Phrazez that Payzez 

People without boundaries
"I'm cold, so you should put on a sweater."
Abby's mom. Ordinary Unhappiness Podcast.

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May 6 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

She has taken her light
Into that night
That never will spawn
Another dawn

That one melody
Has become your #elegy
Mourning medley 



Misunderstood bugs
Antediluvian ants
And what they hath wrought 
Things my Uncle George did with
My Aunty Diluvian



Oh she was special 
Deb, the office revolver
Snub nose thirty eights
We'd pull our triggers slowly
On our late night office dates




Icy relations
Best to thaw with a candle
Than a flame thrower
A cemetery plinth with a statue of a robed person welcoming with open arms

Auntie

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RDP Tuesday! Antediluvian!

Considering how long life has been scuttling around on this heap of magma, lava, smegma, and other solidified forms of said substances: I need to know after which flood do you inquire. So I wrote this tanka instead. 

Misunderstood bugs
Antediluvian ants
And what they hath wrought 
Things my Uncle George did with
My Auntie Diluvian

From flood plain to astral plane, trying to keep my head above water.

Just like ant

🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜

RDP

May 5 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

afternoon stroll then
cabin repose succumbed to
proffered lily


Resources soiled
Bottled water and canned food
Air will be sold soon



Melancholia 
Wafts over me
Scant evidence found
Searching the library
Fills me with
Vellichor
For my long lost 
Manticor 


I got a boulder
On my shoulder trying to crush
Me as I moulder 

It's what I can do
As I try to mitigate
Sorrows of the world

May 4 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Today I am radiating all that I have done leading up to today. In that way I can dissipate the cumulative and pent up vapors of the past to leave me cool and ready to receive the heat build up from the friction of entering another day.


the poll for the day
asked, "Do people care about
other's opinions?"



Behaving selcouth
Is so last century lad
Cut straight to uncouth 



Hawk Skylark's selcouth
mood made the castle wenches
scramble for cover


Talked with an old friend
About species return to
Our sprawling city

As children there was
Few fauna to be found here
Not forest preserve

Not in our nearby
Neglected river and park
Just pigeons and carp

No longer the case
Deer, bass, and herons. Oh my
In friendly confines

Today on the El
After our talk I saw what
First seemed a pigeon

Perched on train platform
Until I saw the profile
Predator. Beak. Eyes.

Large red brown feathers
Plume and talons on display
Avian hunter

Urban red-tailed hawk
Scanning for her next repast
No pigeon is she



Her conspicuous instance
Went a long way to activating my agency
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