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May 19 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Dangling their bait lies
over mouths like Anglerfish.
Our Executives 


The enemy of 
our sanitary practice
Worf and his Cling-Ons. 

Ewww 🫡

affection takes rust
off an old heart replacing 
it with verdant growth



Time to face the fact
Social media is the 
Antithesis of
Archaic admonishment 
To mind your own damn business


SMPTE bars of life
Between front and back porch time
Color burst pulse scan

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May 16 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Glaring scarcity
Of cognitive clarity
Pains the world to see



snug in his own group 
it might be said that crow got
lost in his murder 



from the top on down
or from the bottom on up
stir it real good
A pedestrian bridge over the river tucked away in a residential neighborhood

May 15 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

gleefully passing
The Grip to those who haven't 
gained immunity 



Whispers in my ear
Passing butterfly advice
Don't float, bee the sting



when in the grip of
an existential crisis
best to just exist 


memories flood the zone
while I try to convince myself
I've immunity from the past
another day another koan
take haiku down from the shelf
tasty tanka breaks the fast
a shot of poetry gets me through
immune until the next days brew


curl, potion, robin, unicycle, and bombast.


With reckless bombast, Robin rides a motorized unicycle. Crashing into a bowl to join a birdie bathing bacchanal, which Robin hadn’t been invited to. A party where illicit potions were being served that would curl their little dirty birdy feet.

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— AmbientDread (@petrd1.bsky.social) 2025-05-15T13:03:10.951Z

Either I know to many words, or Wordle just accepts to many of my shot in the dark word guesses as real words

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

April,30 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

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)

AmbientDread

Objet de Arte
May 1, 2025, 2:53 am

April,29 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

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

AmbientDread

Spock! In the name of love.
Before you phase my heart.


April 27, 2025, 1:21 am 3 boosts 11 favorites

April,28 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

conversation needs
not to have conversion as
a goal to achieve 
if all of us could agree
nothing wrong with a nice chat


Stream of consciousness 
Haiku flow in the morning 
To ignite the day


Share morning haiku
Wash, dress, eat. Gather my lance.
Tilt at a windmill


When everyone thinks their leading, who's following.

Every Day 

No special word start
No clues, books, or search engines
Raw dogging Wordle


Living the cooler by the lake dream

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— AmbientDread (@petrd1.bsky.social) 2025-04-28T13:31:24.482Z

Subliminal Water

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I saw
People I knew
Some alive
Some dead
Some like the cat
Both states are true
Until I take a peek 
At the obits
Rustling newspaper
Read with dread
Nevermore 
Now I seek
Dirge diving
Off the cold ledge
Of a search engine portal
All this because 
Of another 
Dream dredge
The culmination
Of eighty years 

Full access 
Multipass

To the best things
Money can buy

Offered up
By our culture

In this phase
Of civilization 

Has facilitated
Into being 

Foisted upon
The whole world

For all to see
Our very own 

Homegrown 
Abomination
I watch minimal opinions
Floating on subliminal water
Of my existence
From my point of view
On my timeline
In my right now
My mind wonders
I flush
Where did they come from
Where are they going
Then I wipe my mind
Move to my next point of view

Stacked

Posted on by Pete 
It took two bellhops
Four trips up four flights of stairs
To my fourth floor flop
Left stacked at the door was all
My emotional luggage.
some appear to want
to cease our #interregnum
which spanned o'er our land
seventeen seventy six
until twenty twenty four
because how we roll
spin pitch and yaw through our space
lucky to live on
a planet so nice we get
equinox equinox twice
This ain't no time to clown
So the doctor ordered
A #sempiternal epidural 
The perfect reality bevel
For us to slide on down
To the next worse level
Out in the barnyard
Stinkiest foul fowl proclaimed
Pheasants bow to me
Pecked and scratched his messy mark
All his chickens clucked around
Is there such a thing
as good #grief? Healthy maybe.
Cathartic perhaps.
Therapeutic even. But
good grief! No way! Nay I say.
Black markets arise
Gangsters and Banksters take #joy 
Fleecing has begun
Bribery is legal and
Extortion is a virtue
when a senile old
man makes this amount of #noise
by setting his farts
aflame on the worldwide stage
something's seriously wrong