Best Bare Bones Poems

Pretending he has all he needs.
On two wheels of ILLUSION, he rides his steed.   
EVENTUALLY the ride is over.
To find him lying in a bed of clover.

Reminicing is his favorite game.
You'd never know he feels any shame.
Partytime comes and he fades away.
Attentive INFUSION...

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Dancing on my own grave,
both sides of the same coin;
The power’s in the flip;
Is it righteous or the night? 
A slow waltz can give lip;

Dancing on my own grave 
rattles the underground;
Unruly sounds fill the air;
Ombré locks dressed to kill,
a bit devil may care;

Dancing on...

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Plastic pink flamingos often placed in the front yard
to replace the candles of a birthday cake. I wonder
how old the neighborhood skeleton is…
—by Poet

Bare Bones

Yard skeleton fell over - first day.
The bones just collapsed - hip..hip..hurray!
     Flamingoes took flight
  ...

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Older chatbots, just like people, show signs of cognitive impairment, failing on several important metrics in a test normally used on humans. ~Drew Turney, Live Science, 02/16/2025

     old AI
     as demented
     as I...

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Rico Leffanta is his name
Writing limericks is his game
Sometimes his tone
Becomes close to the bone
He is brilliant, just the same...

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   The expression ‘bare bones’ bothers
      me because of what it implies
    about all sorts of other bones, that
      they have lots of meat on them

    when...

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