Life lends lemons, not lemonade,
Which, from lemons ought we get made.
So is it with AI,
Add we must our HI
To forge out things value-added.
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Happenings | 42.08.2025 | technology, creativity
Note: HI= Human Intelligence. Creativity does not end with a full stop; it is always a comma. The first AI-driven film called Hanuman, The Eternal, made in India (and made so well) has sparked a debate on the subject.
spitty splashing of pitty patter sun-washed lemons,
the sun rises instead to the shade of the apple trees
Hello nuke in the sky, its an experience to say Hi,
cracking my last case of beer until ashes I'll die.......
wisdom dictates I'll be lost to the flesh as a fact,
among all the memorial moments as I pass away.
Inner child, wake up to heaven or hell in a new cell,
I bid my old young self bumping heads a wishing well...
but the coin spark flames will ring Purgatory's bell..
Lemonade is easy, I keep the lemons on my hat
We liked this enterprising chap, gnome named Matt
I pull them off when I need them if I start to run out
Smart gnome for sure, selling lemonade on the parade route.
Of all the songs
You seem to be
The tuneless one,
Less subtlety.
God's orchestra
Has dealt a hand—
More toneless rasp
Than golden strand.
I wonder if
You long to be
A star
In morning's reverie.
Do tears well up?
Perhaps that's why
You paddle more
Than flit and fly.
And yet…
I see you
Standing proud—
Such confidence
In every crowd.
You waddle round,
For pictures pose—
Such character
Without a nose.
You dress with style,
All brown and green.
There's pride in how
You peck and preen.
You're grounded,
Yet you float and glide.
No treetop nest—
You strut with pride.
So maybe I
Prejudged your tone—
Less violin,
More slide trombone.
In that, the panoply
Of life
Requires such confidence
Amid the strife.
To show us humans
Not to compare—
Just be yourselves,
Be fair and square.
And when life gives you
Orange sauce,
Puff out your chest…
Just stay on course.
Just squeeze the most out of a bad situation and move on
When life gives you lemons... make a delicious pie and smack em in the face with it!"
"When life gives you lemons.... say, thank you, I love lemons!"
"When life gives you lemons... make lemonade, set up a stand, and give it to anyone who is thirsty."
"When life gives you lemons... Thank God for the fruit. "
"When life gives you lemons... remember, without the sour, we can't appreciate the sweet."
SMILE WITH A LEMON A’PEEL
When Life Gives You Lemons...
As life sometimes will
No matter what you feel...
Turn that sour pucker into a "Jesus Smile"
Smile with a lemon a'peel! (Appeal)
discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
We sing heart songs making up the winged words
As we go along amethyst path undisturbed
Music we make brings about purple peace
We are indigo instruments beautiful and unique
For gold soul music is you it is me
The light uses us spontaneity
Painting the universe in rainbow shades
Dancing romancing with step’s homemade
No need to worry about a teal thing
We exist to persevere life’s jade journey
No need to fear making maroon mistakes
Throw it in the bowl we’re making lime life cake
From the sour lemons make sweet lemonade
Despite discouraging demons we keep faith
To trust green gut finding fuchsia way
And turquoise touch in happy gypsy day
lemons crushed over iced glass
hot march sun, cape gooseberries
drenched umbrellas into the fog of sunrise
rain and march breezes bring in May bloom
Written: March 6, 2022
Form: Lind30, 7-7-7-9
March In Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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A neighbor got a lovely gift
Of lemons, but too much
For her to use so, neighborly,
She chose to get in touch.
She emailed with an offer
That her bounty she would share
Since even after using some,
She still had lots to spare.
I told her I would take a few
And thanked her, just to find
She’d left an overflowing bag,
By my front door, behind.
With way too many, I did try
To send a big bunch back
But she declined, quite sure I’d use
Each lemon in the sack.
A recipe for lemon cookies,
Using juice and zest,
Appealed to me; I made a batch
But, truth be told, at best
They were so mediocre
They were barely fit to eat,
Not lemony enough and yet
Too far from being sweet.
You might suspect this failure
Left me saddened and dismayed,
But I’ll follow that old saying
And just make some lemonade!
Luscious librarian in lingerie lifting lemons on her laceration
Curiously classified texts are deemed completely conniving with affirmation.
Euphoric ergonomics easing established efficiency expert’s excitement.
Reluctant research rabbit is reminiscing about respectable replacement.
Culpable coalition is curiously creative yet cautious.
Tinkering tattle tales trust readily researched missives as responsible
Dramatic assessment of library’s assets leads to rebate of raspberry series.
Librarian’s granite faced boss demands retraction from newspaper
After news story of luscious lingerie-loving librarian living in library breaks.
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This is me having an argument
with the voice inside
your just part of our experiment
witnessessss to many s's i guess
so you can look away
Yes you
I bet you
now you swallow
every day that every went
for a second of her tomorrow row row your b
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my stream
If only i could think i wasn't
now that would be a trick
No words you have read
All time bleeds thru like a carbon cartoon unicorn rainbow
Like me be the one that pulls the rug
i know your getting pissed
The point of this poem
lemons and melons see above
where did i put that a
Lemons squeeze reality into tiny sour drops
Cherry pops on clouds turn red with envy
Apple blossoms fly through branches down
Which requires acrobatic accuracy astounding
Explosions are the foundation of reality
If they don’t wake you up than nothing will
Oranges fall from trees when shaken up
Bananas cost too much and come in bunches
Never trust them or their color to be ripe
When cherry bombs go pop, clouds disappear
Tranquility is another word for love dispersed
Ask tangerines for their opinions
Lemons wake us up to squinty faces
Gentle to the touch they grow on trees
Left alone they come in yellow squeezed
During this unsettling time
I find much relief walking
beside the lemon grove.
I take my time on the
same route every day.
How the lemons
and my life has changed.
The trees have already flowered
and small green lemons appeared.
Soon they grew larger and bright yellow.
As I walk each day
ripe lemons fill the trees.
Some have dropped and scattered.
I wonder when or if they
ever will be picked and crated.
I watch a hawk soar above and I think
what it would be like to be so free
and able to land where ever I want.
Today I find one perfect lemon
rolled onto the roadside.
I pick it up and place it in my pocket
with an image of how it will taste
with dinner tonight.
Serenity in Scenes of Mother Nature Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
4-7-20
Joan Fingon
Lemons are super duper sour
Everyone puckers up when they eat one
Most orchards grow in india
One type of lemons are meyer lemons
Nobody can stand the sourness without making a face
Some bakers use lemon zest in baking
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