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From Unpoetic Justice 2: My Free Verse as Traditional Poetry AI edit

Another man, a Native man who won't be named, published a poem I wrote about stars without permission. So I wrote another poem about stars, different from the original, and had it remixed by AI Chatbot.
To the Starlit Night And he was a visionary Painting his obituary As he bled down to gravity The pulldown

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OPENING DAY - edit for contest

The anxious crowd
Gathers
Slowly anticipating
The grand opening

A bud trembles
Dew drops shiver
A late sun
Unlocks the stage door

A gentle hum builds
Slowly
Petal fingers open
To unheard applause

A chatter of sparrows
A distant hoot
The muffled cooing
Of doves

Stage right
Crimson capes
Opening
To nature’s suitors 

Who are we at our core - title edit

There is a test for personalities
by Dr. Hartman called “The Color Code.”
He studied folks both here and from abroad.
In every land exist a basic four
he’s labeled Yellow, Red, or White or Blue.
The test has nothing though to do with colors.
You answer questions based on how you felt
when you were a young child, and that’s because
the

John Donne with typo edit

John Donne, English poet innovator and scholar
finished life wearing a clerical collar.
Most famous for sermons and love poetry, 
a wife and twelve children also had he.

Tommy Turkey - typo edit

Tommy Turkey revealed that last year
Farmer Joe made old friends disappear.
To the new birds he said,
“Heed my words or be dead
should that farmer with axe reappear.”

The new birds thought his tale was a fable.
Tommy cried, “Run as fast as you’re able.”
To the corn field he fled
while his dumb friends instead
ended up on a Thanksgiving table.

Would You Love Me If I Weren't a Poet? - Spelling Edit

I tried to read a favorite poem of mine for you.
Your eyes glazed over.
You could have been a lizard on a rock
sunning yourself, entirely unaware
that I felt as though I were there in front of you
reciting my words of such beauty
that an angel could have been
singing them while playing on a harp.
You may have even

Anathema Woman

Her independence deferred
          History wipe, silenced in denial 
          Component of family unit secure
          Current form stands as emblem
         

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Start with the first line -
no,
start at the first word;
the human brain is not equipped
to produce brilliant ‘first words.’
Consider ditching it
and its associated adjectives,
trust me there will be adjectives,
if not controlled
they will breed like rabbits.

Imagine you only have
$5 of original things to say,
be economical, for if you overspend
the poem may go bankrupt before the end.

Run

Rude Drivers -Spelling Edit

Some drivers really make me want to scream.
I’ll do some little thing that they don’t like.
They honk or give the finger. It’s so mean.
I’d like to yell at them to take a hike.

Of course I can’t say THAT. They’re in a car.
What makes them all such grouches anyway?
Are they upset to have to travel far
from

No God of Mine - 2021 Edit

[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By way of prologue, the picture is indicative of a discovered text/book
which hints at the possibility of eternal life/existence.

The opening verses describe

Footles On Folks Less Seemly- Spelling Edit

Student Procrastinator

Grammar
Crammer

Multiple Casino Guy

Scrambler
Gambler

Casino Loser

Lamer 
Gamer

A Playboy’s Malady

Fun guy
Fungi

Slasher in Prison

Knifer
Lifer

April 27, 2021

Shelter Dog - With Spelling Edit

I’ve been sitting here for long lonely days
In this small space that I cannot escape from.
I am one of many other dogs in their own small spaces
where we stay in a long row, all different sizes and types of us!
There are so many of us here that when one of us barks,
many others start barking

Edit Free Styling Verse Slamming

Denver wheeling

Spinning,
Thinning

Itching,
Scratching

Black box shouting,
Pause recording

Stop stalling

Part 2

I want Air Force 1,
Fuelled and ready to go

At my command

Draped in invisible camouflaged
blue shadowed by red arrows

Part 3

I wish to see the falling angel
for myself

Viewed from 1st class champagne 
in hand washing caviar and truffles
down

In questionable company

Part 4

Knock , Knock
What's the dark secret you
are keeping well hid behind

When We Would Complete Edit

When We Would Complete Edit

after we read it
we would complete the edit
give proper credit

Jim Horn

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