I need to break out
live life with abandon to the max
~ refuse to waste a day
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Neither toy nor a plaything
time on a whim squandered at leisure
frittered for sake of burlesque
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
If not nigh like dotcom bubble
AI seems in no small trouble.
GPT five’s failure,
Would the rest regain roar?
If ever rise from near rubble?
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Happenings | 02.09.2025 | technology, USA
Note: Is AI a bubble, too much hype and boisterous babble? Is a bust coming? GPT5 admitted a flop show. Nvidia gave but a modest forecast. MIT study: 95% of dreams failed to deliver… Time was when adding ‘.com’ to a company’s name boosted its value. Today, adding ‘AI powered’ does the same trick. Too much is being expected from AI too soon. Anyway, AI seems to have hit a wall. Would it scale it to move ahead, or a precious stone turn a pebble? This ditty wonders.
My time is vitally precious
I most jealously guard and protect it
~ I make room for silence
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
"The days are jewels, keep them with care". Jackie Kennedy
Aquamarine were summers with siblings
beneath skies of blue riding bikes or swimming.
Days of emerald too were times we spent outside -
barefoot on our lawn, badminton rackets in hand.
We’d stroll past Grandpa’s cornfield down the country lane
searching for raspberries to pluck.
Such awesome times of jade were games we played outside.
Rose quartz I collected as romantic daydreams.
Stories I read in books (depending on their plot)
glittered like gems of amethyst or citrine.
Pearls were winter weekends spent sledding or skating
but diamonds were holidays with family.
Opal’s shifting colors were my school days.
Slumber parties glistened an iridescent pink.
With my sisters I'd talk into black onyx nights
and chase summer’s fireflies that shimmered peridot.
Most fondly of all do I recall first love.
Red ruby’s passion set my heart aglow.
No other memories have shone more brightly than
the precious jewels of my youth.
How she loved diamonds, her birthstone.
Literally diamonds were her best friends.
She worked very hard and each piece
of jewelry she bought made her happy.
Cluster of diamonds or solitaires, emeralds
and sapphires with diamonds set in precious
metals of gold or platinum, earrings, bracelets,
necklaces in gold and Rolex gem-set watches.
The most precious ones were the four carat diamond
solitaire ring, the twelve carat graduated
Riviere necklace bought at auctions and the Rolex
watch with diamond-set bezel and dial.
She collected her precious jewels for decades.
Those precious jewels were her pride and joy.
Her eyes sparked when she showed them, and
her excitement filled the room with joy.
She died ten years ago, and her eldest daughter
kept them without sharing any with her sister.
Where are the precious jewels now?
Sold, pawned, or given away?
"J" With Four Options 7-30-25
Family and friends are God given the treasures to our hearts – the precious jewels that adorn our lives. Quote by poet.
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The Precious Jewels
Companions on my journey precious jewels
Each a treasure in my heart
When I grow weary their ruby strength
Leads me rest in lush valleys
Where peridot sparkle
Chases the ebony of night
Into topaz silence
Like faithful dragonflies
With soothing balms in amethyst visions
Like emerald leaves of my youth
They whisper of turquoise skies W
When days had no wrinkles
Dispelling tears of cloudy occlusions
With diamond purity of carved onyx
Remembering each one engraved in the facets
As I gather precious pearls of our memories
From morning moonstones and garnet twilights
Into a diadem
Of good and faithful friends and family
Gifts from a king without a birthday
There is something mysterious about her
for to others, she's not what she seems
she does not speak, or talk to all others
they don't see, in her heart, all her dreams
when she looks at the sky, she cries
for it's beauty.. never dies.. or lies
she's the smallest of birds like a wren
and is gentle, speaks in love, is her scent
but she is cautious of dangers, is beware
but can carry the stormiest wind, on her wings
and her love, is like softest white feathers
but is fragile, so tiny...so precious
she swoops down to drink in earth beauty
and all of its wonderous things
she'll not talk, but will go on continually
hears Gods music, it's love , but is shrewdly
for she wants to live life , in earths wonderous strings
like the harp , that it's harmony brings
she cant talk, but feels...everything
and hears music, it's then her voice, sings
and when he finally hears her, he see's
what he could not, or would not, see before
for it's a love, for her God...she believes
it's the music , in her heart.........................he adores
By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears."
all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
around my neck
hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
There aren't enough hours in the day
to do all I need to do
and for me
to be there with you
not enough days in the week
to go where I want to be
or for you
to be here with me
and tho' someone said, 'Crime don't pay,'
in a moment you stole my heart away
you're guilty don't want to lose you
an accessory I can't refuse you
a crime of passion I have to accuse you
of loving me in the first degree
(and the feeling's mutual in reciprocity)
as time steals up and goes past so fast
stolen moments are all we have
making each and every precious one last
Those we love don’t go away
They walk beside us every day
They’re in our heart and in our mind
With thoughts of the precious kind.
We see them in the stars above
We feel them in their gift of love
Their scent wafts upon the breeze
They dance for us in falling leaves.
Our loved ones come in times of grief
In our dreams they’ll oft times creep
To heal our hearts as angels do
Tears and fears away they shoo.
Patiently our loved ones will wait
Behind the heavenly golden gate
Until we can dance and sing again
With angels in a holy refrain.
Perfume of tremendous worth,
Emptied from an airtight jar,
Left a sweet fragrance in the air,
As roses on a spring morn.
Promptly brought a harsh rebuke,
Labeled as a wasteful sin.
Others had an insightful view,
It’s too precious to contain.
Basic goods must always flow,
Not withheld with selfish greed,
By the “haves” from the “have not” poor
We must respond to their need.
If they are hungry, feed them,
If thirsty, provide them drink,
If in need of dress, then clothe them.
Be a good neighbor, love them.
Blessings in an airtight jar,
Won’t grace those in poverty.
The Lord’s way is better by far,
Share blessings unselfishly.
Inspired by Mattew 25: 31-46
Love will always find a way
It brings great joy to those in dismay
Precious are those who seek His face
They've come to God and are there to pray
Jesus told the crowds to hush
His words have so much to convey
Receive My Father's greatfulness
Receive true healing this very day
( a series of homophones, to delight you. )
One Precious Pebble on earth one precious pebble in the sea
roll with the waves my child and look, see what you can see
As the wind's of change stir your soul and whip your hair
you'll be wild and free on this earth just like the wild hare
Cup your hands and drink the blessed water like the lily flower
I'm a Father who lives for your healing, in a cloud of white flour
I can bring you riches that no amount of money can ever buy
and when your time on earth is over, I'll be there by and by
Today you are meeting the future that yesterday's storm blew,
but tomorrow I will greet you, beneath skies of Saintly blue
One precious child in a vessel of old, you are part of Noah's Ark
lift your eyes then wait and I'll soon show you a rainbow's arc.
By Mystic Rose
He says we're just friends,
But if I don’t Talk for a single day,
He grows restless,
searching for my voice or my text.
When I rest my head upon his shoulder,
His hand finds my cheek, gentle and caring,
—As if protecting something precious.
When he takes my hand in his,
It feels like an unspoken promise,
—A quiet vow lingering between our fingers.
As we walk together, the world slows down,
And the destination seems far away,
As if time itself wears a crown.
—As if Universe itself conspires to keep us near.
He says we’re just friends,
But sometimes, it feels like more.
It feels like he loves me—not as a friend,
But as a man loves a woman, deeply, wholly.
Yet still, he says we’re just friends...
—Beloved
—And I wonder—does his heart whisper differently?
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