"Hello Autumn, special among my four annual friends -
this year, I wonder what your whispering breath portends."
"As always, I'm somewhat celebratory, somewhat sober,
and I come early for your birthday in October."
"You seem to carry something invisible in your breeze,
something real and deep, but which nobody sees."
"Again, my wind will blow, as leaves from trees, I strip,
but, this time, I'll take you on a memorial trip -
the Halloween cookies your mom cooked, you took to school -
you felt so proud in Kindergarten. You felt so cool.
Then, there was the dark eyed girl when you were fifteen.
She was, by far, the best thing you'd ever seen."
"Yes, you were there for the start of every school year, it is true,
Paradoxically, for me, you're the season of all things new.
So, why then, this year, are we looking in the past?
Please tell me, autumn breeze, this won't be our last."
Pink isn't the only pretty.
Is stained glass not stunning?
Pink isn’t the only pretty
Is stained glass not stunning?
When light shines through
And glows up onto you
Does it not make you feel
As if you're in the presence of true beauty?
Pretty things don’t have to be bright
Is the night sky not breathtaking?
As it blesses you with its view?
The stars are bright, if you still deny
There are starts in all of us
Even those who are perceived
As darkness through and through
Are you not brought to your knees
By the vision of your love?
Wrapped in the warmth of your home
And the safety of your arms?
Does she not make you believe
She’s from heaven up above?
Stained glass can be
Of any color, shape, or size,
And while it can be pink,
That's not the only hue
The night sky is dark
But it somehow still sparkles
Happiness can shine through
In even the darkest of few
Half-moon, it’s a big garlic clove in the sky
It bathes my room in dim blue
A shimmering star watches me in the eye
Gives me a sign that it’s you
Wouldn’t you stay for a while, darling love?
Wouldn’t you come for a chat?
“It’s only half-moon”, blows a breeze from above
“We need a full moon for that…
I must be clearly visible too
And it’s better be silence around
Then I can give you a ping, maybe two
Unless I’m obscured by cloud".
He wandered all alone on a tortured narrow path
Seeking solace from the anguish plagued his thoughts, lay deep within
An epiphany, suddenly aware, the source of his discomfort
Time had now arrived for a new direction to begin
Recognised external forces,he was forever wont to blame
now at the crossroads of this discontented life
accept this new found challenge, how to change the game
He began with meditation, cultivated self love and respect
The old thoughts dissipating, negativity he could now reject
Further down the track he became aware of our loving Gods existence
So every now and then chats to God, sends him love, says thanks for your assistance
Chat GPT or whatever AI version you prefer
Is now the go to source for all things human,
Like what to know, or do, or even say.
Like a life-coach who not only mines your data
But your potential date’s as well.
When everything we think and do
- just like this -
Is increasingly online for the world to see
And AI to use,
What is there left to do
But surrender to the Borg.
(1/4/26)
Chitter chat, chitter chat
Chitter, chitter, chitter chat
Chitter chat, chitter Chat
Chat
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Under a weird, pitch-black moon,
the graveyard ghouls moaned a haunting tune.
Old Edgar’s ghost (a CPA by trade)
checked spectral spreadsheets in the shade.
The haunting rates, he hissed, are too low—
Only one faint moan per week? That’s woe!”
Gertrude, floating around in her cobwebby dress,
rolled her hollow eyes. Today’s kids! They're a mess!
Last Halloween, teens just filmed their TikToks—
They laughed at my chains! Ignored my death-knocks!
Her wail, once chilling, now nothing but a squeak,
like rusty hinges, dry and weak.
In the cheer chat, where joy should unite,
A ten-year-old girl causes drama day and night
She calls me a brat, a jerk, selfish and ugly too,
But she's the one acting out, it's true.
She says she wants to push me off a cliff,
Her words so harsh, they make my spirit stiff.
As I debate my life's worth, feeling so low,
She tells me to end it, her cruelty on show.
I cry for hours, feeling so torn,
But then my bestie, she keeps me warm.
She tells me to stay, to stand strong and tall,
With her love and support, I won't fall.
I'll rise above her hurtful game,
And find my strength, reclaim my name.
For with true friends by my side,
I'll face the storm and turn the tide.
Sitting down to diner,
Always a winner!
Can tell the family about my day.
Where I went.
Who could play!
About Billy who bit the dog,
What I found under a log.
Momma said, "Chew your food 100 times today."
Started to count every chew.
Got to 17.
Lost count,
Now what do I do?
If I start over,
I'll be here all night!
No one will hear about my first day fight!
Momma said, "Chew your food 100 times to do any good."
I looked up how many times to chew your food.
I found that 20 to 30 times is just as good!
I wonder if Momma told me 100 times,
So, I wouldn't tell her my new nursery rhyme?
Do you want to listen to her chitter chat
Or do you want to listen to her this and that
She has a way of just doing that
She has a way she does the "Chitter Chat"
I remember when she lied about it
One year later she cried and whined about it
She thought about that if she lied
And run away and tried to hide
That I would read her like a "hard-cover book"
And that's just the way that she wanted to look
One year later she cried and ran away
I remember how she whined, anyway
She thought that I would somehow,
not forget about her
She thought she would somehow,
not forget about me
I thought that we would somehow,
not forget about us
I thought that we would somehow,
not forget about we
Do you want to listen to her Chitter Chat"
Or do you want to listen to her- This and that
She has a way of just doing that
I dig the way she does the "Chitter Chat"
The wind and the trees made an awful sound.
One moved fast, and one stood his ground.
The tree had enough of that gale and his mouth.
That bluster blew by and went South.
Getting older day by day
Sunrise, coffee, chat, hurray
Smiles, news, regrets and wins
Things to do and former sins
April 17, 2024
Last summer Bobby bought a brand new yacht.
Learned how to sail from an AI robot.
Set route to the USA,
but ended up in Bombay.
He's now called the Chat GPT crackpot!
I am afraid of being forgotten
Afraid of being the last one on your chat history
Afraid of being the side piece
A cameo you used as the catalyst
What if I don’t come to your mind when someone takes my name?
What if you don’t remember the last time we blushed the same?
What if you don’t remember the intimidation
We felt, while navigating our way through the lane?
Was it worth it if you don’t remember me?
Was it worth it if your birthdate still haunts for free?
Was it worth it if you did it all for show?
Was it worth it if you’re now just somebody that I used to know?
For me, I’d love to stay and chat
but all this tea and cake is fat
that I do neither want nor need.
If I stayed, it would be for greed.
So she learned to cook in health
and I would give her all my wealth
to eat the luscious food she made,
and so I talked and talked and stayed.
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