Dadikus Prime
I am a middle-aged dad, performer, teacher, writer, and former birthday clown who still hopes to be a ninja when he I grow up. Dadikus is my online persona. Say hello on Twitter @DadikusP
"Anyone who says they know me, robs me of something"
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?? in Blog of Eternal Stench
Somebody once told me that problems are cowards, because they always come at you in groups. This seems to be a theme. In two days, I fly 2,000 miles to see my daughters and aged mother to celebr...
Stop It - You're Scaring the Kids in Blog of Eternal Stench
(From a Toastmasters Speech I gave in 2016) When I was a kid, the question “What do you want to be?” made my palms sweat. I got so worked up that I became terrified of it. Why were people always...
First in Solitude in Most Poetry Sucks
How can I ever feel better? What sick desire grows within me that tries to justify my own happiness; when I have done such hurt to others? What in me seeks noise, and to avoid the quiet place...
2 the 1 in Most Poetry Sucks
To the one who came before…. You did much, and I felt lucky when I was a part of it. You did much, and mostly because you thought it was right… but sometimes (I think) because it was the only way...
Poetry Sucks in Most Poetry Sucks
You may be surprised to learn of it, Or maybe you have heard.... You cannot solve a problem with Only a pretty rhyming word. By now the fact is clear to me, No writing sucks harder than poet...
Pillow Serenade in Most Poetry Sucks
There’s an empty spot on the bed, next to her. On that bed, in the very next room. I sit up late, peering in as she sleeps - Dreamy smiles in the light of the moon. All her bad dreams are cha...
Non Sequitur in Most Poetry Sucks
Non Sequitur (n.) 1. An inference or conclusion that does not follow from premises or evidence. 2. A statement that does not follow logically from what preceded it. As I walked down a street m...
Memory of Leaves in Most Poetry Sucks
Autumn wind, a peaceful friend Provokes my ego rescinding. Coolly it blows the secrets it knows. Does it whisper to me of an ending? Now crunching leaves, the effects of breeze; Are they a hin...
Love & Moonlight in Most Poetry Sucks
Moonlight, your cheek......elucidate! (Imagine your soul touching mine?) Lost for words? - eliminate! (And simplify into rhyme.)
Killing with Kindness in Most Poetry Sucks
If you don’t want to help me, then please say no. Don’t punish me for going places you’ve decided to go. You are not responsible for how I live. There is nothing I need which you have to give. ...
Hands in Most Poetry Sucks
I’m sitting here on a wooden pew, reaching out my hands to you. You cover my eyes so I cannot see – are you reaching out your hands to me? I hear you lift a toilet seat, then you tightly gri...
Fire Tales in Most Poetry Sucks
I listened once to Elvish songs, Ancient melodies deep and strong. At times I’ve sat amidst woodland deep, and dreamt with fairies as they sleep. I’ve seen Unicorns dance by a waterfall, And...
Recalling the Hunger Pangs of the Sole in Most Poetry Sucks
I have never felt such misery, I have never known these blues. My shoes aren’t on the wrong feet, so much, as my feet are in the wrong shoes.
Crashing in Most Poetry Sucks
All at once, the crashing comes, Expected yet ignored. Blood-red swords come thrashing, When’s my dignity restored? Nothing left offers freedom to move, A lighting to the fuse…. Stripped of al...
Bedtime Prayer in Most Poetry Sucks
Now as I lay me down to rest, I pray the world will soon be blest. And if I die before I wake, I pray not my regrets to take. If I have failed to offer some cheer, From lack of heart, or lis...
Leaves Sharing Wind in Most Poetry Sucks
We fall like leaves here – Swept up by winds Of remembrance that bear us away. We do not think about our trees, bear of bark, Left by us to blister in the sun. We are too stubborn for our sea...
Triptych (Plus 1) in Most Poetry Sucks
Triptych (n) 1. a picture (such as an altarpiece) or carving in three panels side by side 2. something composed or presented in three parts or sections especially Small Hands Small hands reach ...
Fragments from a Legal Pad in Most Poetry Sucks
Fragment #1 When the noisy night winds blow through, My sensations are sharpened, and I see things anew. Stand next to me so the wind blows you – And you can feel as a mystic too. Beauty pass...
A Teacher's Victory in Most Poetry Sucks
Control! Control! - Our battle cry! To dull the mind, and blind the eye. Distinction, Division, Right and Wrong. Unification is chaos, join our song! Free thinkers? What is this, does anarchy...
Leaves Sharing Wind in Most Poetry Sucks
We fall as leaves here – Winds sweetly swept of remembrance Bear us away. Think we not of our trees, bear of bark, To blister in the sun. We are too stubborn for our season. We avert our ey...
IF in Most Poetry Sucks
If you love them, and want to affect them, echo their behavior. Be a mirror they can use to see themselves. If they love you, they’ll begin to question. If they begin to question, they’ll star...
Contridictions in Most Poetry Sucks
I Haven’t Typed a Title I work for free, and only look for play that pays, so I can keep up appearances by continuing to work. I am a better fighter than a lover, but I don’t love to fight; u...
An Introduction in Brilliant Mediocrity
01/15/2020 10:17 MST It is a Wednesday. We are in a Cell Center. It is Ironic, because “the centre cannot hold”. Props to Yeats; his Second Coming came in 1919. Some of us are still waiting for o...
Coffeehouse Hell in Most Poetry Sucks
A shiny lure that caught my eye: “This location offers FREE Wi-Fi”. The mood of the place was hard to tell, lost as it was in espresso smells. Wiggled and pushed to the corner booth, where I ...
After the Flood in Most Poetry Sucks
Each time....with the need to write, I start by standing. Ideas want to take me places. They have legs, and so must I. Pacing and prowling….my hallway, the park, or a dimmed bar smelling of sawdu...
