Cut And Dried Poems | Examples

The AI Conundrum

Should AI, devoid of human emotion,
Be used by artists for self-promotion?
To paint a picture or write a poem, 
Creativity allows the mind to roam.

To dispassionately wax poetic,
Courtesy of things synthetic,
Removes the heart and soul from art
Preventing one's feelings to impart.

Data may be cut and dried,
Biased and unjustified.
Subject to the flaws of men, 
Like writing with a leaky pen.

I would rather feel the pain
Of angst from a human brain
Or the fire of love burning inside
Felt when two hearts collide.

AI may be of service in some way
But only man can convey
The essence of life in poetry
That moves our soul poetically.

Exhortation On the Wings of Accusation

I want this venture to spread wide 
And her first walk a giant stride.
So, let's face things from every side,
Checking, wisely, losing man's pride...

Some had this tried and later cried 
For lent ears to cut and dried,
Besides who shall have the sweet bride:
Who, in deed, should the horse first ride?
What I now see: men who schemes hide'
To whom hope of true change had died:
Guys who can Satan's - type time bide 
And have Christ nine times denied!

Let him fly who can also glide:
His truth: he'd many times lied

The Judge

The Judge

Accused and accuser, a battle for life,
Abused and abuser, a husband and wife,
Thieves and robbers, the unjust takers,
Pushers, druggies, and even drug makers,

Quickly I decide the fates of these,
The server of justice, respect me please,
I try my best to serve with skill,
To protect the public from those that kill,

Justice is not so cut and dried,
Letter of law before each case tried,
Some guilty go free in this court of mine,
Others are released with only a fine,

Stacks of papers, stories to tell,
Left to me to judge them well,
Pros and cons, wrongs and rights,
As I listen to lawyers’ fights,

Restitution for damages, punishment for crime,
Fault being corrected by the serving of time,
Hours to contemplate how life went astray,
Freedom restricted and fines to pay,

Equality in justice, fairness to all,
Innocent till guilty, no time to stall,
How can we be sure that I’m fair and just?
There’s only one way, In God We Tru$t.

Thaddeus Tietsort
1998

The News

The news is..! Britain is  favorite for the euro vision
Showcase.'
That will show it just what it's missing..' 
LOL)) Ukraine is I Apparently going to win
The contest anyway..? 
Top seat and jello
From aunty  eu.)
I didn't hear that
From Joe Biden.!
I don't think so at least. ?

Thoughts On the Evening News

To those who soak up the slanted slop from Fox
Isn’t it time you switched off your black box,
Or, changed to a channel espousing the facts--
All the things your "balanced TV News” surely lacks
I challenge you to listen to Maddow for a week
You’ll get some valuable information you seek,
Not slanted, but grounded in solid research
Straight from a foundation grounded in truth.
[Fox’s martini has entirely too much vermouth!]
Me, I prefer the Evening News with Lester Holt
Giving me a look at what happened today, 
Letting me make up my mind on what I think
Not a bunch of talking heads leading me to drink. 
CNN I don’t watch so much, I’m delighted to say
I like my evening news cut-and-dried every day,
I don’t particular like their “expert’s” opinions
I am perfectly competent to decide what I think.
How I long for the days of Huntley and Brinkley,
Edward R. Murrow, Walter Cronkite, and their kind
Who knew I can intelligently make up my mind.

written December 4, 2021

On the Spot

 
Never I can forget that day,
memories remain fresh, as if
it happened only yesterday.

I didn't expect you would open
up your mind with such lovely thought;
Flow of words was like a poem;
Tells me from life what else you sought.

Yet, that imprints feeling which stay
in memory for decades, touch
heart always in positive way.

Appreciate the words chosen
which expresses the wise views, taught
a great lesson for all, focus
to help each needy on the spot.
~X~X~X~

Saraband Sonnet- Spanish Style
Stanza 1 a tercet, rhyme axa or aaa

Stanza 2 a quatrain, any quatrain form or rhyme
The stanza forms may be mixed Spanish: bcbc

Stanza 3 a tercet, same tercet form as stanza 1

Stanza 4 a quatrain, any quatrain form and rhyme
Any metrical foot, Any metrical line
Some authorities insist on eight syllables but this is not cut and dried
Rhyme scheme: depends on the form chosen.
aaa bcbc aaa bcbc OR axa bcbc axa bcbc
The volta the first line of the second tercet.

Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/2161-saraband/
Thanks to Judi Van Gorder for the resource at Poetry Magnum Opus Site.

Tribute To My Brother

“Let me go,” my brother cried,
I was always the thorn in his side.
As boys we loved to buck the tide,
We were never ever cut and dried.
He was always quick to deride,
But never let our faults divide.
He looked to me as his older guide,
So, I could never commit suicide!
Always there with arms open wide
My brother is my joy and my pride.

written July 16, 2021
[A tip of the hat to my brother, Jim!]

The Great Invisible

Did you suspect the quark, in the dark knit-work of matter?
Did you unravel the mysteries of the pyramids?
Did you guess the coral, seahorse and pearl, in the waters deep?
Did you identify the drowning children behind their desks?
Did you glimpse the nuclear explosions of the sun?
Did you see the malice behind the sparkling smile of the nun?
Did you watch the radiation give the village cancer?
Did you know that shy girl would grow up to be a pole dancer?
Did you sense that as below, so above?
Did you weep for the 'worms' killed by the 'dove'?
Did you see him slowly destroyed by the secret parasite in his gut?
Were you the one who helped the drunkard out of that rut?
Did you imagine the diamonds in the black coal of filthy hillside?
Didn't you say there's nothing behind the surface of the mind?
Didn't you invite the Trojan Horse into the city?
Didn't you say at the crucifixion? 'goodbye poor man, that was a
pity!'

99.9% of life is invisible.
And yet you think you have me all cut and dried?

Make Jesus Your Guide

Make Jesus Your Guide
Written: by Miracle Man
11-1-2019

My life has been a road,
that has lead many places.
I’ve encountered speed bumps,
and seen anonymous faces.

I’ve faced some mountains,
with seemingly no descending side.
Often searching for answers,
finding nothing cut and dried.

I’ve sometimes traveled roads,
displaying signs marked dead end.
I’d ignored the narrow way,*
where the road started to bend.

So like so many I was traveling,
the road that was broad.*
I found life becoming confusing,
behind my self made facade.

Finally at a toll booth,
the attendant relayed, “you’re lost”.
He said the next turn led to Calvary,
where Jesus prepaid my cost.

Ever since that revelation,
many years ago I’ve found.
Using the Bible as my road map,
means my destination is sound.

*Matthew 7:13
New King James Version
“Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.

A, B, C--Or All of the Above

(A) Optimist (B) Pessimist, or (C) Realist 

These labels that get tossed about are far too cut-and-dried,
and when we fail to act in keeping with the one applied
to us—perhaps since we were kids—we cause close scrutiny.
If “Optimist” feels sad, he is accused of mutiny.
I’m often A, I have been B, but basically I’m a C!



March 15, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's Standard Contest 195

Absurdity

Is it a new phenomenon,
Known to the world
Through Beckett and Camus?
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean.

Oedipus, Bhartrhari, Buddha—all,
Over a period of intense suffering,
Learnt to cope with it,
Each resorting to a different praxis.
King Dasaratha perhaps thought 
He knew—until a moment came,
When no knowledge,
No cut-and-dried theory,
No ready-made solution
Could possibly help.
He succumbed.

Kierkegaard could see.
Husserl could show.
Eliot could feel.
Frankl could cope with.
Christ had known.

—	R. V. Ram

Locked Within

Sound of sea is locked within seashell beached
Just lift a shell to your ear to hear sea sigh.

Morn is locked within dawns red sky horizon
Like flower bud bursts into daybreak.

Sap and sinew of living tree trunk
Is locking within its wood when cut and dried.

Knitters love and enterprise is purled into garments
Finger strokes coiled and entwined, locked within.

Photos frozen, snap shots, shuttered images frozen
Have memories locked within, auras that come to life when images viewed.

Locked within a diamond is flash of light and sparkles bright
Like a star it twinkles its light and shimmers at night.

Locked within a pebble on bed of stream are the clunks and thuds
That have ground it smooth during its passage downstream.

Locked within love locks padlocked to bridge
Is the hope that love locked up, cannot escape and flee.

For nothing is completely new since the big bang exploded
All things solid and spiritual have their birth and legacy locked within.

The threads of time's passage coiled and entwined
Locked within all matter until the end of time.

Everything has some within in tidbits locked inside
'Tis the within of things in lockets.

Coming Out of the Shadows

Somewhere in youth I strayed from truth.
And grew up to not have much couth.
The door bell rang the onus chime.
Snuck out the back to bide some time.

I wandered streets in every bar.
It's not a wonder I didn't get far.
There's many phases to the light.
And many choices, wrong and right.

The path is never cut and dried.
The mirror can always tell who lied.
Windows, doors and walls and ceiling.
Can keep the shadow from revealing.

The best that one can hope to do.
Is to not know shame when they are through.
Mistakes we make can be forgiven.
But the one inside needs to start liven'.

Who's Answers

If You Were Me What Would You Do?
To You It's All Cut and Dried.
I'd like You to Walk in My Shoes,
Then Tell Me, You Haven't Died Inside.

You Have No Way to Measure
The Pain I Find Myself In,
Or  How Much More I Can Take,
Or If You'd Lose or Win.

So Take Your "Ifs" and "Maybe's"
And Apply Them to Your Own Life.
Your Answers Won't Work for Me,
And they Stab Me like a Knife.

Now, I Don't Mean to Hurt You,
But You Need to Understand,
You Are You and I Am Me,
And We All Do What We Can.

Now, You Can't Walk in My Shoes
No More than I Can Yours,
But Let's Try Our Very Best
To Never Close Friendly Doors.

Connie Moore
10 16 93

Ways To Say I Love You

When it comes to being  romantic
The French have it cut and dried
When they whisper je t'aime
You feel so good  inside
 
The italians  are no  slouch
When its their turn to say
Cara mia, ti voglio bene
It turns my body to clay

When it comes to romance
We in Wales have a lovely word
We say darling "cariad" i love you 
Rwy'n dy garu di, is what you hear

Now you Norwegians
The words sound a bit flexy
But I am sure with your accent
Elsker deg sounds so sexy

The world over knows that
Smile and hug  or shake of the hands
Says I love you no matter  what



Please writen a verse using your language
I will edit and add it....Seren

Mandy has written

My language is English  it's very common here
But I can say I love you and hope you can hear
I love you till the cows come home and until the sun does sleep
I love you for all times, I give you these precious words to keep. xx

Andrea has written

For all gents to impress their newest dear
you can whisper softly into her ear:
"Jetaime", "Querido" " Kuss mich" or "Ti amo"
Its HOW you say it that the girls will love to hear

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