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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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— AmbientDread (@petrd1.bsky.social) 2025-05-07T11:19:24.545Z

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

Posted on by Pete
Photo by Ravi Kant on Pexels.com
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
Photo by Anthony ud83dude42 on Pexels.com

May 3 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

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

Getting what you giveTeach an old dog new tricks. Voof.Howl over the moon #haikufeels #haiku

— AmbientDread (@petrd1.bsky.social) 2025-05-03T14:14:57.865Z

May 2 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

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
Church steeple over gathering storm clouds

May 1 2025

Posted on by Pete

The Daily Dread

Yesterday

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

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