It's lonely on a pedestal.
It's hard when failure is no option.
Everyone deserves a guardian angel.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I
The forest of generations
Each tree with a tale to tell
Upon the rings of their foundations
Where each history dwells
Tress of new and trees of old
Wear leaves like feathers
To display their colors in bold
A culture’s greatest treasures
Peaceful lives preserved
Fallen seeds writing new histories
Until the process was disturbed
By unexpected naval deliveries
A new species brought aboard
And spread among the trees
Where years’ traditions are stored
We’ll replace them with these:
That eat away at the leaves
Like a caterpillar without a cycle
These cultural thieves
Stole with greed on their arrival
Although some free of evil
Just a species displaced
A threat to the people
When their local culture’s defaced
As they die away
Their colors become one
A global shift underway
Their histories undone
For every leaf that falls
A culture’s dead and gone
Hearing the distant calls
As we approach the dawn…
"Friendship in marriage is the spark that lights an everlasting flame."
Fawn Weaver.
The Pro’s and Con’s of a relationship.
Conversation between each other at all times.
Consideration of each other’s feelings.
Continuity of your caring love.
Protection of the other’s well-being.
Promote the other’s ideas as if they were your own.
Proud to show to others the value of your compassion.
I hid in the pandemic,
although I got infected,
fearing they would laugh
at me.
For it prevented them
from performing
their swaggering
ceremonies,
functions,and parties,
and saved me
from the pain of
non-willingly following
societal norms I don't like.
I feel free and comforted
amidst the atmosphere
of simplicity,
but their egos tried
to surface
during the pandemic
as well .
Questions may often arise,
As to just how far they can reach?
Where the bonds between two may
Be tested, before they are able to teach.
Early on, it's seen through our childhood,
When we endlessly search for that elusive best friend.
While we playfully mimic our adult mentors,
Only to eventually see it all as pretend.
Delving deeper, there's a constant barometer,
Piercing to gauge one's level of loyalty.
And regardless of commitment or integrity,
It's easy to think that they confused it with royalty.
What is known about these binding influences,
Relies heavily upon the truth in between.
Such that these ties can be strengthened or weakened,
By what's believed and trusted pristine.
In the realm of artificial intelligence, a shadow looms,
A world of algorithms, where uncertainty blooms.
The promise of progress, a double-edged sword,
As the cons of AI are slowly explored.
Privacy invaded, data mined without consent,
In the hands of machines, our secrets are sent.
Surveillance unchecked, a watchful eye,
AI's reach expanding, without asking why.
Jobs displaced, livelihoods at stake,
As automation rises, the human touch may break.
Inequality deepens, as AI's power grows,
Leaving many behind, in its relentless throes.
Bias embedded, in algorithms unseen,
Discrimination perpetuated, in a digital sheen.
Ethical dilemmas, in AI's decision-making,
Moral quandaries arise, our values shaking.
In the age of artificial intelligence, we must tread with care,
Navigating the pitfalls, becoming aware.
For as we harness AI's potential might,
We must ensure it serves humanity's light.
Writing in the light of Spring
Inspired by an Angel's wing
The things I see are meant to be
A prose or poetry thing
Writing in the Summer sun
When my pen has just begun
It's real sweet when I feel the heat
But that's how I get things done
Writing in the dead of Fall
When the times I hear the call
I'll find a way to spend the day
Spouting words I'll share with all
Writing in the Winter snows
Whether poetry or prose
The chill I feel I know is real
But that's just the way it goes
When Christmas comes around,
And I am still above ground,
With the prospect of seeing in another year,
Wearing the presents I got this year,
I ask myself given the differing time zones,
Would I like to change zones,
As I could put off til another tomorrow,
What I must do on an earlier tomorrow,
If down under.
But as I bask in the sun, down under,
Eating an ice-cream,
Not hearing the wind scream,
I am quite happy to put winter blues at the back of my mind,
And being in the earlier time zone down under, I never will mind,
As I seize the day,
On an earlier day.
The only thing I am not sure about,
If the devil is about,
And it is time for me to say goodbye,
Which time zone does he set his clock by.
dying for her hug
he’s blind to everything
she denies it not
but pros and cons
matter her a lot
**Rigmarole of Computer Science**
A world of all practical reality,
Full of quantity with various quality,
An online environment with multiple facilities,
Plays a dominant role in every activity...
Strategies and technologies,
Count it with phone, radio, telex,
Developments and informatics,
Including television, photographs and graphics...
Digital systems with advanced concepts,
Makes our life almost perfect,
Whether it's computing the uncountable,
Or doing the impossible...
Not just a boon for the whole universe,
The world is also dealing with it's curse,
Hard to understand but make people curious,
The brightest, the smartest yet most dangerous...
Pushing businesses to another level through networking,
Shopping, travel, payments or brand building,
Data storing and electronic representation,
Consider social media and interactive stimulation...
Humiliating virtually or false dishonouring,
Be it cyber frauds or cyber bullying,
Such actions are deliberate and done repeatedly,
Can cause great harm, so be aware and use carefully...
Written by- Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions
I promise I can
I can make you rich, give me fifty quid
I can help you sleep, just turn on my vid
I can change your sex life, NOT LIKE THAT!
I can make your teeth straight and delouse your cat
I can help you grow as a person, and a boss
I can make so carefree, you’ll never give a toss
I can make you happy, and live a contented life
I can help (you know what) to satisfy your wife
I can explain the power of attraction, and use the universe
I can help you live forever, you’ll never need a hearse
I can help you slim, you’ll be skinny as a rake
I can help your lips look bigger, but you’ll never look fake
I can give a business plan, where your company will explode
I can take you to the next level, help you cross that road
I can build your website, with a lovely landing page
I can rip you off, by promising your will never age
Keeps me away
from all non-sense
Helps my mind ,
to make it cleanse.
It’s conscience
It vanquished my
all the fears.
It has dried my
all the tears
It’s Confidence
Now I am ready
To move ahead
The feeling which
Is filling my head
It’s Conquer
They dug a deep hole and
Made a tunnel at the end
They made a
large woodchimmey
And covered the hole
With logs and covered
The logs with iron plates
The had six vents that
Came to the surface
They used bobcats
And frontend loaders
To make the field have
Depth
Walking from the back
Of the circle you felt
Like you were walking
In the Roman Collusium
They made the statium using logs
Two by fours steel beams
Pvc pipes
They sewed together
Ten large tents to make the
Top of the ceiling
They wanted a uniform
Top, the engereeners
Would be awarded for
There craftiness
This might be the beganning
Of some of these guys careers
We want to have this type
Of night for all to remember
We used folding chairs
The heat coming from the
Ground wasbscented
By hickory. They had
Grills below
Were some folks
Cooked bbq
Generates made lights
And the soundmen for the evening
How I See It (Libs Vs. Cons)
Both hate 'Christ's News;' Both hate World's pain
And dream 'they' hate sin in this World.
Where Libs send food, and Con's send jail
To 'poor' their way, it's how both fail.
Cons 'know' their RIGHT, wage righteous wars,
Conserve God's gifts to feed the whores
That they create (their lust's to feel!)
Should whores not starve, is largess real?
What 'right' DISTRIBUTES other's wealth?
The Libs seek 'brotherhood' by stealth,
Both 'make' world 'better' passing laws,
(Clandestine 'truth' can serve Christ's cause?)
Are all men q****r? Is that the truth?
I swear to God, my butt's not 'Ruth!'
Is slave's sex love you'd force or give?
Might Global Warming be God's sieve
To separate what's coarse from fine?
Some humor's here, almost divine!
We judge ourselves, ignore the cost
Of doing so. God's Love is lost!
We hate our siblings (as we should)
For sinful souls can do no good
Not born of God! All else is hate!
Man's Bliss is to ejaculate.
Brian Johnston
26th of July in 2019
I liked:
the thought of climbing up from the very bottom
the clean-comfortable sheets
the simplicity of a cheese sandwich
mopping the floors to the jingle of keys
I didn't like:
that I was deprived of the very thing that got me in trouble
the monochrome jumpsuits
the animal eyes of some of the brutes
the flash beatings of my jail bird brothers
at the hands of the Blue Man Group.
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