Category: 2026

The Languishing – 13th July 2026

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Let’s keep it real

Not crashing or climbing
Not in a free fall nor soaring
No clarity, hunger or drive is felt
Nothing is exciting
Or even boring

Breathing
Is not the same as living
Functionally folding laundry
The outside held together
For the performing
Something’s missing

Projects unfinished
Victims of the scroll
Conversations without connection
Every day is a blur
Of muted pleasures
Laughter without the light

Stuck in an emotional neutral
No accelerator and no brakes
Not suffering or thriving
Disconnected from purpose
Treading across the middle ground
Dispassionately driving

Every step feels
Heavier than it should
Push on through
But never out of the mud
Forgetting the freedom
Of waking up with urgency

The mornings are dangerously quiet

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

A Leader Leads

A leader will lead so the deeds got done
And there’s no need to tell everyone…

My God Can Beat Up Your God – 12th July 2026

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*We are discrete sheep
Waiting to see how the drove is going*
And then we go with it
Proud that our independence is showing

Our lies made sincere
As we soon teach ourselves to believe
The game is understood
It’s only ourselves that we deceive

Yet gathered in flocks
Intolerant to those standing at the edges
It is to only one shepherd
That the independent individual pledges

*Mark Twain inspired the rest of this write.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Some Simple Rules

Don’t procrastinate, don’t confuse
Don’t let your thoughts wander far
Passive or aggressive, you will lose
Let these rules become who you are

Literary Foxholes – 11th July 2026

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

In opposition trenches
Writers formulate their opuses
Moulded around languages
The falling bomb focuses

Revealing who they really are
It’s the biggest battle of nerds
It’s all written across the page
Played in this theatre of words

Inspired by Existential Comics #632

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The Start-Up Of You

Attending to improvement, day by day
You’re in the business of building
Your company is more than play
But your whole life you are gilding

My poem Under The Cover got published at the Edge of Humanity magazine

The Conjuring – 10th July 2026

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ Leave a comment 
The first happy inhale -
a lifetime later, the sigh
    - the last sad exhale.

Avoiding all enquiries,
attempting to postpone the inevitable,
    substituting love along the way.

Between the banks of life and death
there is the possibility to conjure
    the river of love.

Fumbling at the dark edges,
the flaming waters rise 

    only in certainty.

Why go on carrying dead things?
    Expectations kill dreams.

So be certain.

Come alive.

A paraphrasing of certain standout phrases from Chapter 3 (I think) of Osho’s Life, Love and Laughter

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Love The Humble Art

Thriving on the practice
Time is always made
Loving the process
Humble art will never fade

No Skin – 9th July 2026

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The shots come from the cheap seats
    unfiltered by positioning;
honest motives hold on to their receipts
    so you'd better get to listening.

Inspired by a David Elikwu newsletter.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The Philosopher King

We’re all leaders in one way or another
Philosophy leads us to be king
We can’t just make it up as we go
Our reason and ethics must sing

Indecision – 8th July 2026

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Learning to choose is hard
– sometimes you’ll never start,
And to choose well is harder
– never mind going any farther.

Too many choices make
the easiest one to take.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Stop Monkeying Around

Who is responsible for your whining?
Even monkeys have more self-respect
You’ll find your character declining
From all the complaining you collect

Theological Alibi – 7th July 2026

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Let me show you what they assembled.

Lavender is an AI engine
that flags tens of thousands of Palestinian men for death.

The Gospel spits out more than 100 bombing targets a day—
names that once took military intelligence a full year to gather.

Where’s Daddy, the sick name of a tracker
that follows a man home,
then kills him there,
where his children are.

Twenty seconds.
Enough time for an officer to glance a target,
just long enough to see the shadow of a male.

This is not the fog of combat.
This is a factory.
Those who run it believe the land
was promised to them by God.

That is the sum that should stalk your sleep—
the slickest killing apparatus ever turned on a people,
operated by a state with a theological alibi.

The same trap is deployed against anyone who speaks up.
They tell the queer organiser:
those people would never stand with you.
They tell the feminist:
those people would never march for you.
The chorus does not shift.
Your compassion is wasted
because the dying do not echo your words.

A child should not need the correct ideology to deserve to live.

That is not a radical statement.
It used to be the floor.
The thing everyone agreed on
before we began means-testing
who deserves to live.

A child in Gaza did not script Europe’s antisemitism.
A family in Rafah did not run the death camps.

Yet they are paying the bill all the same—
in levelled streets,
in families,
in children.

Every major military on earth is studying what Israel has done in Gaza.
They are taking notes.

The manual being drafted in plain view
proves that you can kill at scale,
from a distance,
with a 20-second glance and
a holy text as a warrant,
and the world will watch and qualify and explain.

This poem is a paraphrase of an article that I failed to note the URL for but you can find information on Lavender, The Gospel and Where’s Daddy? here. It is sickening. Israel is a sick society, and for both Jews and Palestinians to remain safe, it needs to be destroyed.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Our Duty To Learn

Even after suffering so
Learning lights the way to go
The names and dates can be forgot
The moral lies within the plot

Now I Carry Matches – 4th July 2026

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 3 Comments 
wearing kindness
               as a shield
for the fear of being forgotten

performing happiness
               to keep the peace
for an uninterested audience

~ one hand clapping ~

setting things on fire
               keeping warm
an unappreciated sacrifice

demanding more
               to stoke the embers
until the field is full of ashes

low maintenance
               (badge of honour)
boundaries not asserted

a tool on the shelf
               cherished for function
once broken, to be forgotten

no longer building a house
               just settling accounts
....

raising the price
               putting value in place
a privilege reset

silence as an answer
               is not absence
a space to be filled with love

bridges to the past
               of approval over need
               of popularity over peace
               of convenience over comfort
need the river set on fire.

This poem is inspired by Bella Smith’s If You Think I’ve Changed, You’re Right and the title is taken directly from there.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Protect The Flame

Protect your own good in all that you do
For everything else take what is given
It’s a small flame burning inside of you
And it needs to right fuel to keep living

The Cipher – 3rd July 2026

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Today, I will grow more grass,
though I still don’t understand it,
but that’s a thrill for me to say
I don’t know.

Let’s play a game of guessing
and say the outrageous ideas aloud.
Maybe today, we’ll crack the code
together.

Inspired by Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself, 6 [A child said, What is the grass?] and this analysis of poetry in general by Isaac Kolding, from which I learned that grass was another name for poetry. I seem to be riffing on the idea of ‘I don’t know’ often these days.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Turn Have To Into Get To

Align your will with whatever happens
So nothing happens against your will
All those things you get to do
The mundane ‘have to’ ‘gets to’ be a thrill