What Colour Was That? – 7th May 2026

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Shared with dVerse Poetics – rose. An ‘Afternoon Delight’ is a type of rose, apparently.

An afternoon delight used to be
a beer in a summer garden.
Music played through a window
and the sun hanging lazy into night.

Those tinted glasses of nostalgia
– what colour was that again?
Knowing that it may not be repeated
why continue to wish for it to be so?

As beer became a thing of the past
– a regret of wasted time,
an afternoon delight is a nap
now that the sun sets so quickly.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

How To Have A Good Day

I’ll give you a guarantee
If you want to have a good day
Do good things for free
And you’ll always feel this way

Flowerage – 6th May 2026

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Covered in its perfume
Splits along the blush
Tender age in bloom*
Blues buried the crush
Seeds outgrew the rind
Bitter harvests follow pursuit
Tasted its sweetness blind
Bruises on the fruit*
Core outlasts the bite
An acerbic birthday suit
Succumbed to the blight

Written for dVerse Quadrille – bloom. Based on two lines from Nirvana’s In Bloom*. ‘Flowerage’ in honour of the Descendents.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Righteousness Is Beautiful

There are many tricks to showcase beauty
But it’s a deception in which to trust
Choose and even keel, a commitment to duty
Even-tempered, self-controlled, and just

The Message Mosaic – 5th May 2026

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chaos we’ve embraced
ignoring all predictions
they saw it coming!

prepared, they had already dug their holes
it turns out we’re the bad guys
but that we’ve always known

propaganda will not win this war, and our winter is coming soon

no one notices
the autumnal leaves falling
with small silent bombs

hostages
held
in helicopters 

a message must be
sent, so they
shoot the white girl first

Written for the Chimeric Poetry Scavenger Hunt – a Mosaic Haiku:
the 1st stanza is a Zappai or Senryu, 5-7-5
the 2nd is a Kimo, 10-7-6
the 3rd an American Sentence, 17
the 4th a traditional Haiku having a seasonal word, 5-7-5
the 5th is a Pi-ku 3-1-4
the 6th is a Lune 5-3-5
and, once again, utilising Punam’s dVerse prompt, which asked us to use opening lines from books as closing lines to poems. This one is “They shoot the white girl first,” from Paradise by Toni Morrison.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

You Are The Project

The raw material is your guiding reason
Your mind, the asset – you, the project
The professional has no laurels on which to rest
They know that practice makes perfect

Celsius 233 – 4th May 2026

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We, the living knowledge, remember it –
difficult ideas, things of beauty – struggle was
the gift given up voluntarily, like a
candy comforter, where rotten teeth bring pleasure.
We build new campfires with old tales to listen to
and think on the past – it was a pleasure to burn.

Written for dVerse – golden shovel and, once again, utilising Punam’s dVerse prompt, which asked us to use opening lines from books as closing lines to poems. This one is “It was a pleasure to burn,” from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. Could this then be considered a golden triangle?

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

What’s Truly Impressive

The gossip and notoriety of the rich and famous
Certainly reveals some sort of impression
Perhaps it impresses the ignoramus
Overpowered by their own obsession

All Creations – 3rd May 2026

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the turtle does not
tell of things he does not know
– only what he’s lived –

the wolf remains strong
lower than all that sustains
– the pack remains strong –

the eagle carries
the heart of all the worlds
– sharing his teachings –

the bear looks on life
with the strength to face her fears
– protecting her young –

the beaver’s vision
a natural gift within
– the way it is done –

the raven, correct
understanding how to walk
– together, in life –

here, the buffalo
maintains the balance and needs
of all creations

Shared with dVerse Poetics – The Seven Grandfather Teachings
I might come back to this prompt as I’m not that happy with this write.
Indigenous Art by Michelle Stoney (except the raven, adapted by Ernie)

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Show, Not Tell, What You Know

You ate the words but failed to digest
Is your philosophy just a fancy quote?
Actions are the better way to invest
Your time towards what you would promote

Can You Dig It? – 2nd May 2026

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Indigenous seeds refuse the plough
The dignity of labour takes a while
He digs a well from there to now
She digests history with a patient smile

A digitised map of looted art
She digs a moat of metaphor and stone
From indigent weeds, kingdoms start
Indignant empires overthrown

Written for dVerse Quadrille #246 – dig

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Be The Person You Want To Be

First, you must take the time to think
About what’s most important to you
Then take action and do the work
To guide yourself to what’s true

FFS (False Flag Shooter) – 1st May 2026

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Written for GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 30:
Try writing your own poem that discusses a real or mythical being or profession (demons, firefighters, demonic firefighters) with the same sort of musing yet dispassionate tone.
And talking of lyrebirds, this write is very obviously a mimicry of the example poem for this prompt, Angels by Russell Edson.

They are of little use. They are best as objects of ridicule.
Yet no government runs without them.

Like lyrebirds, and yet almost human . . .
They communicate by briefly looking at each other.
Their legs are like red jellybeans.

Sometimes they have been said to inspire a President to do more with his life than he might have.
But what else is there left for a President to do with his life?

…Their ears burn beautifully with a red flame.

When they cry out, it is like the screech of a tiny hinge; the cry of a bat. No one hears it . . .
Yet fist pump bigly.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Make Character Your Loudest Statement

Carry no uniform
No stereotype
Your character
Breaks down all hype

A Thing Of The Past – 30th April 2026

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When I look back to the past…
this morning’s coffee –
and from there, I try to trace the day
back to now.

Everything I learned since 1967
I remember, but cannot recall.
Everything that happened since 1967
made my day today.

While reading Remembrance of Things Past
I wonder how Proust knew what I was thinking?
Just another reminder that ‘this’
may (or may not) be true.

Written for GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 29:
Compare your everyday present life with your past self, using specific details to conjure aspects of your past and present in the reader’s mind.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

What Is In Keeping With Your Character?

Your opinion is an invisible script
Something you may not even understand
Your own compass must be tightly gripped
So that your character grows as planned

No Other Side – 29th April 2026

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This life gave you nothing,
it only made time pass.
Every photograph is a question.
Is it a rainbow or a cloud?
Chickens still cross the road
even when there’s no other side.

Written for GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 28:
Try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.
Sentence one is a quote from Knausgaard (whoever that is!) and the last sentence is a paraphrasing of a lyric from the Volcano Suns’ Sea Cruise.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Washing Away The Dust Of Life

The cosmos may seem complicated
We’re infinitely small amongst the whole
Nature tells us that life is simply stated
Your thoughts are within your own control

He Is, She Is – 28th April 2026

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She:
Maybe the world
didn’t revolve
around your plans?

He:
Because liars succeed only
where there are men
who want to believe.

She:
Borderline loving –
enough to fuck,
not enough to be loved.

He:
He guides her fall from the curb,
sheds one happy tear for his good luck,
and feels better.

She:
She grew up too soon –
Her plastic pets left in the garage
My dusty little ponies

He:
He can only fall in love
while he’s already in love,
having no idea what love is.

She:
Her next steps are secrets.
Then again, maybe the world
doesn’t revolve around her plans?

The world has a thousand ways of not loving women

Written for GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 27:
Write your own poem in which all the verses contain the same number of lines (whether couplets, triplets, quatrains, etc.) and in which you give the reader instructions of some kind.
But I forgot to include any instructions, although you can read them between the lines.
This poem also includes several borrowed lines – all linked in the text – from A Kings (paraphrased), Ashley Guzman, Shayne Rich (paraphrased), Brendon Holder, Deanne Dee Daydreams. All on Substack.
The second stanza, I came across in Penguin’s The History of Lies but I forgot who said it! And the last line was taken from somewhere/someone that I have also failed to note! If it is you (or maybe it’s a famous quote), please let me know.
Oh yeah – the title is taken from the Mission of Burma song of the same name.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Want Makes You A Servant

Others’ power exists due to our wants
If you can change that, then you’re free
If chasing money is your response
They’ll insist on how you must be