Under Blues Skies III

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

Stream On


fluid emotions
spread all over a lifetime
a deluge of hope
soon will be a trickle down
good ol' waste fraud and abuse
Crayon

Hello Everyone, I hope you are all well and ready for another Ragtag Daily Prompt.  Here is your word for Thursday, 7 November 2024  —  DELUGE. Create a post (words/images/both) inspired by this word!  Just a reminder, anyone can join in. Link to this post by creating a pingback, or paste the URL of your post […]

RDP Thursday- DELUGE

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

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!

Roll Up

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

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

Photo by Maxime Chartier on Pexels.com

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