July 22 2025

The Daily Dread

Leave a thankless job
Transit to a joyless home
Train ride refugee


a promise to train
transforms into a lifetime
of soul crushing debt



slap dash calabash
with a lick and a promise
took the task to hand
very fast and none to clean
slippery split with a twist



it's a better choice
a melon scented candle
than alternative
aromas on the market
of the pheromonal kind

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July 15 2025

The Daily Dread

schadenfreude days
current leadership takes time
to throw our nation
under the grinding wheels
on the bus of history


wriggling about in
homemade wormhole forever
forgot the timer



Civilizations
That hibernate in the sand
Tell tales we should heed


Reliving adventures with biscuit
Geezer and Geezerette joy ๐Ÿ˜‚

Objet de Aggregate

July 10 2025

The Daily Dread

We want the future we were promised
Not the future we deserve

There is not enough
Glade air freshener around
To make me not mind
The stench wafting out of the
White House these days in DC



Start as a skirmish
Becomes full on donnybrook
Then big bada boom



old friend on Facebook
reconnect was a gamble
then hit the jackpot


July 9 2025

The Daily Dread

I practice weaving
Words into fine taffeta
Ends up as denim



felt so right last night
why not do it one more time
practice makes perfect




Everytime I cut
Grass it's a first draft. Next week
I'll do it over



Republican speak
Preemptive obfuscation
On public display

Faith's dark twin
Illusion
Know Your Enemy

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July 8 2025

The Daily Dread

up in the castle
self appointed lords plot ways
to rook the poors more



not at the same time
there can be pasture or trees
the yin or the yang


Cast unto the net
Another blurb for the blog
Oh fiddle-de-dee
Tanka falettinme be mice
Elf agin haiku for U

(RIP Sly Stone) ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

rook in a pasture
tucked in a cosp of trees caws
something for the blog


July 3 2025

The Daily Dread

pondering at the
precipice of my palate
balsamic balance
savory and sweet linger
with trace memories of her



Sometimes I do five
Just to keep the algorithm
Slightly off balance


I said nobody
Puts ambient dread powder
In a cardboard box
It comes in plastic baggies
The good old nickel bag dread

What's going on here
Ain't no Boxer Rebellion
More of a greedy
Botox grifter power play
Grabbing more bloat with our bucks



haiku pebbles fall
like rain on the upside down
online lake of void


July 2 2025

The Daily Dread

so what makes me go 
heel to toe heel to toe that
magic makes it so



Kingfisher bragged that
"We're going to be so rich."
He didn't mean you



Equinox balance
Caress the wild within you
Always cedes valence


Wasted too much time
To rehearse conversations
That never happened



Phrazez that Payzez

Teen angst poetry love

Persistence is futile. The Borg ๐Ÿค–

I remember everything
I may not remember them correctly.
But I remember


July 1 2025

The Daily Dread

the ideal plum
for me is downloaded in
wrinkly prune format



With a great big yawn
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Is it nap time yet?


allegiance to a
floating crap game with loaded
dice and marked cards
will not a patriot make


floating crap game played
with loaded dice while dealing
out marked poker cards
not an easy allegiance
for a patriot to make



Where money is charged
Profiteers keep opaque what
Species go extinct

Phrazez that Payzez

I guess I was just born
A little bit out of control - Dave Allen


June 24 2025

The Daily Dread

I write small poems
While next to me on the couch
World's thrashing around
In night sweat terror detox
Reality withdrawal

What a button does
Can never really be known
Until you press it



Perched on the next stool
This enigma seemed to me
A shade too cozy
Proceeded to press buttons
That had long been left unpushed

Phrazez that Payzez

Which one of youse got their stardust in my pixie dust?

A murder of crows
A scavenging of seagulls
More than just a flock


June 17 2025

The Daily Dread

I love my wind chimes
I hate my neighbors wind chimes
My stuff and your shit


lift of life makes me
soar upon wings of desire
to swoop from above
down into beloved arms
that swaddle my poor sore soul


susurrus soar through
the corridors of my mind
where howls once echoed

I thought parks were made for loitering?

#duh