There is snow on her coat, her ****, and her eyelashes
She has run up the hill in spurts and weird little dashes
Her breathing is labored, she remembers now she is an asthmatic
Her inhaler is where? Too bad carrying it with her is not automatic
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in
and that masterpiece will spit out;
That’s all you really need to begin;
It’s the most unforgivable sin,
automatic art shouldn’t equal clout;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in;.
Poach what it means to be human,
write feelings you know nothing about;
That’s all you really need to begin;
Bots are a cheap impersonation,
broken tech leads to an idea drought;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in;
Pass us that false bravado no question,
incapable of a complex route;
That’s all you really need to begin;
You’re selected for instant publication
drowning without any depth no doubt;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in,
that’s all you really need to begin.
Hey diddle diddle was a great way to start this rhyme.
We have heard it over and over, like once upon a time.
Nursery rhymes are fun to parrot, they are automatic now.
Whenever I look at the moon, I try my best to find the cow.
Where a newborn star lights
the vault of heaven under the sky
sapphire, high!
You can find it there,
Not the product of a god or some such!
But, man in his madness brings annihilation
to the makers, the father of the nation,
a nations ghost the dire lands divide….
Figures in raven cloaks flock in murders
of black cabals each a deity in mind
each a quest for inner peace
or damnation an automatic life…
When deviations dire provide the profits of war
and genocidal corporations' greed, seed, needs
and design desires flesh and bone born to non!
Black suited witches and three-piece warlocks
reside in cathedrals of suicide watch!
The automatic atomic night rises like a mantle
of ravens at mass genocides, men of madness
and dire means drive engines of earth demise!
The destination and ruination of all our lives…
Where a newborn star lights the vault
of heaven under the sky sapphire, high!
No, I don’t wave a wand,
but it opens silently
ahead of me.
No push,
no pull,
no “open sesame”,
no tiny whoosh
as the door swings wide.
With arms full,
I can carry in packages,
no struggle,
no dropping the eggs.
I can push in
a stroller
or wheelchair
or walker
I can use a cane,
no hands required.
No magic,
just an automatic door –
no impediment
to my passage.
I am welcomed
inside with
open arms.
I don’t have
to do a thing.
P-oetic
I-nspiration
A-pplies
M-y
A- rostic
R-egards
I-n
N-ote
A-bout
Y-early
A-utomatic
P-romise
Topic: Birthday of Pia Marina C. Yap (March 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My pen screams
Give me that!
I feel worthless
Handing it over
But the pen is forceful
Aggressive, a bully
Words are flowing now
I know not from whence they come
They are all over the page
making no sense
but coming faster and faster
I sit back and stare
amazed
Respect is automatic
until they have double-crossed you six times
spit in your underwear
and you have caught them in their eighth lie
Respect is cheerfully given
unless they hurt your feelings good and hard
unless they trip you at the top of the stairs
unless you overhear them making fun of you again
Respect is eagerly available
until they remind you of someone else
who has disrespected, hurt or betrayed you
If they do, it’s all over before it gets started.
Automatic decision
multiplication and division
what is your position
You rant and rave
do you want to get paid
My disbursement
Dissatisfied associate
Positively misfigured
Composite picture
Automatic decision
9/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee 2019©
“Automatic”
Push me back into
a body of work
written
Taken three by ten plus two
I visit her to hearken you
Love never left the leaves of
a book written for three
I love green more than blue
I was taken three by ten plus two
I am here, You are there,
yet hear this, see these words
I never left you
Push me back into
a body of work
written
For three Graces to read
I never left, I am eternal
I never left, I Love You
I miss the years
you have all forgotten
I love green more than blue
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
ljb
mlb,klb,llb
Kate Bush
“This Woman’s Work” 1
https://youtu.be/hAJM_GqdZj4
Kate Bush
"This Woman's Work" 2
https://youtu.be/HYYLAY8mQCo
1. Automatic Writing
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_writing
J-ust
U-se
D-aily
Y-our
A-utomatic
N-ewness
N-eeding
C-oolness
A-nd
N-iceness
O-f
Y-ou
Topic: Birthday of Judy Ann Canoy (September 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
27/03/2018
With the need for Gun Control so axiomatic,
Donald Trump is acting increasingly dramatic
Continually sprouting that banal NRA rhetoric,
Facing children’s voices like gunfire has him apoplectic.
People may take notice of a Presidential assassination,
Except American gun nuts will still hold some reservation.
The March of our Lives is surely an asservation,
We need Gun Control now and without hesitation.
The youth are making altruistic assertions,
All with the purest and most resolute intentions.
The Second Amendment needs some small calibration,
Adjust the use of automatic weapons regulation,
Make it illegal for this reckless guns registration.
But try taking away their guns and you’ll get annihilation.
Automatic Astigmatic Amagmatic Amended Assignment
I was standing on the floor of relief
Yes, I'am living by only God's grace
No matter my placement I'm in agreement
Yes, I shall, I will be a winner in this race
Now to the best of my knowledge
I am incognito
Place my spirit and soul on the shelf
There's nothing left, been cleansed of my regrets
Somethings are happening
Everything is probables...
I've done the improvable
I am on A.......
Automatic Astigmatic Amagmatic Amended Assignment
I was kneeling down in my daily prayer
And I realized finally, Lord God that you're here
You are around me, inside me, you've reviled me
You're awesome mighty, mighty savior
Now to the best of my knowledge
I am ingogneto
Place my spirit and soul on the shelf
There's nothing left, been cleansed of my regrets
Somethings are happening
Everything is probables...
I've done the improvable
I am on A.......
Automatic Astigmatic Amagmatic Amended Assignment
11/15/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
See the U S A
Drive a Toyota today
Remember when it was just General Motors
Ford
Dodge, Chryslers, Lozier's??
What's the matter with driving a Yugo?
And does anyone manually roll down their windows
Impala then Caprice then Impala again
Demon Plymouth, Mustang
Audi be driving Honda, Miss ebute she??
Cadillac across the railroad tracks
Dodge Ram truck stuck on the railroad tracks
Auto driven diesel fueled electric
Hon
da!!
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Spiderweb phantoms of the energy lattice,
tension spires where emotion opaquers
draw from the void.
She'd get up early
and rent a hotel room
where the staff would remove
any paintings or pictures from the walls.
She brought the Bible and a deck of cards,
plus a thesaurus and a bottle of sherry -
ha! you know this sounds good -
she'd play solitaire if she needed to get in the mood,
she'd write on yellow sheets of paper with lines on them.
That's the way Maya Angelou did it.
If there's an intersection between physics, philosophy and religion,
then I'm going to be very pleased, incorporated,
maybe even superluminal.
The layered ziggurat that you climb,
the humming iridescence coming from within,
the high priestess is at work.
Counterfactual definitions,
waveform collapses,
conservation of information.
Can random data be generated?
Derived forms,
ancient watercourses,
rapturous from trying too hard.
So, let's kill the essence,
leave ourselves hollow silhouettes,
fast-moving blanks,
or the ultimate satisfaction
that goes so slow we won't live long enough to touch it.
December 13, 2016
For Lewis Raynes' contest - 'In your head'
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