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Microsoft Dictation Found Poem Four

Green tree 
 is in the Kingstown Property 
in Alexandria 
with her mother
 and are tended to Jeff

 my mother in the wall
 is berating jobs for some reason 
to handle 

and tell my mother to calm down 
as Jeff has a temper problem 
job is getting very angry 

Juppe pulls out a gun 
and serves the shooting of my mother 
the mall and should serve five or six times 
in the head 

my wife forays into a closet 
and Hans hoping that jobs 
will not find her 
and she wonders

 what would happen know
 that her mother 

in all my mother’s death
 and the she wonders 
what will happen 

because im not there 
at the time 

and she fears Jeff
 shooting in the wall

 and that is the end 
of the current in that age
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Concrete


Premium Member Mr Strood

Mr Strood

The high room, the bright light, the plentiful mirrors
the long sweep of lace curtains, the many faces..

She wondered whether music lessons were part
 of her dreadful experiences
of playing before people.  The very first time
she had played-  a little running melody in the treble..
a page of minims, the minims had swollen
until she could not see whether they were lines or spaces,
her fingers had been so weak 
after the first unexpectedly loud note
that her fingers  suddenly stiffened
she worked them from her elbows like sticks-
dreadful movements -  She heard nothing but
hard loud minims to the end,

As she stood, dizzily up, someone
said she had a nice touch-the piano should always remember
 the clear pieces by heart-
through trembling fingers the notes
 fumbled and slurred into each other.

At musical evenings she had both played and sung,
 each time afresh to the effects which came
 so easily when she was alone,
 but she could not discover the secret of
when she had been
 too miserable to be nervous

 and Mr Strood, astonished, listening,
 thrilled to her from behind the piano


Suzanne Delaney



Found Poem
Pointed Roofs
 by Dorothy Miller Richardson

The Terrorists Were Suceeding Beyond Their Wildest Dreams Found Poem

the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams

the terrorists were succeeding 
beyond their wildest dreams
they thought what were the chances 

it was so much better,
 easier than they thought
as the bombs dropped all around them

to where it would end
they did not know
All they knew was that 
it was all about to end
you see we were facing the end 

The morning after the end of the world
the bombs fell and fell
in fact all over the world
it felt that the world would end up 
being destroyed as the world ends 
and nuclear war 

they called for the end of the world
be so it must be they 
thought to themselves 

would they be able to stop the carnage 
so it ends much as it begins
one does not know how it would end up 
the bombs doing their bomb thing after all
they were simply bombs 

all must die once they are released 
after all that was the way it was
the bomb facility opened up death

the death of the whole world
of that we can be sure
following the blue prints

the master plans of the war planners 
at the end of the day
it looks like Armageddon
a end of the world game

would it get that bad
to end the world

is that what they wanted 
they did not know

it is possible no one knew 
it was uncharted territory 
it was the end of the world 
if the bombs did their bomb thing 

Poetry Super Highway Prompt 

Turn to page 35 of any book. Use the first two sentences backwards for your prompt. I used James Tate, “Worshipful Company of Fletchers” and got: “ The pleasure of little incidents  Remember.”


From Vince Flynn protect and defend original text


If it was possible they wanted to get a look at the blueprints of the facility after all they were doing one so would be called and destroy it in the morning you about where to drop the bomb so better the chances were of succeeding
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Form: Concrete

Premium Member In the Breezy Trees

We are in 
the breeze 
with trees possible 
off the flying lake

look for orange cone
wearing silver mask
in front of the office 
in back of the park

No back-to-back
or front-to-back
conversations
on old rocky route
where roots are not masked

Dogs wearing masks
are welcome
Humans need to be 
on leashes

Rain policy
will be localized
at the park

You can just
show up on 
a deconstructing
road to nowhere

Road to hell does not show
up on Google Maps

Easy Rated Go
for Beginners
Distance: 3.23589 light miles

Call me when you arrive
Call me if you don't arrive

Directions:
Go east
0.8 miles
turn when you
see the squirrel
drive off the cliff
fall 0.3 miles
land upside down
on the rocky parkway
turn west
crawl 0.2 miles
swim in creek
pet the alligator
and snake

Go 1/250th of a mile to 
parking entrance 
to your left 
on your right

To the left is an orange
-00000 mile marker trail loop

To the right is a 
silver gentle tree man 

Bring your own
porta john
& newspaper

All welcome
in the Road
go two minutes
follow the Jaguar
chasing the dinosaur

Play baseball on the Floating Lake
Give away tickets to hunger games
hike in bathrooms in lake's center

Conversions permitted on gravel
Conversations will unravel

Premium Member June's Cosmic Parade

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June’s dreams
you’re the guide
"meet & greet" 
the ecliptic zoo
a must-see!

a new five worldless day
goes on parade
these planets never stand still
click on Mars to tune up
see Mars square Pluto
as it crawls through Capricorn

truth freedom and that
need to capture the planet
of love we had
pay attention to retrograding
Mercury will be found

become mythology 
find your inner mama bear
June is our goal for 
the best telescope

Saturn will
articulate our focus
to take a New Moon 
in 3 weeks Mercury goes direct
will it continue
its tour with me?

Let's message the universe
friend Uranus on Facebook
tweet from Saturn’s rings 
listen to Jupiter laughing at the solar system   

This is it: Friday!
let it rain diamonds
let the planetary parade begin
let the Sun cook the celestial crab


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Premium Member Miriam

The bright light, plentiful mirrors
seemed more numerous here.
Miriam wondered whether music lessons
were part of her remuneration.
She thought of people,
the very first time she had played a duet-
a little running melody.. her own
part,  a page of minims.

She heard nothing but her hard
 loud minims to the end.
Someone said she had a nice firm touch

The piano should always remember the blue remark-
the piano had been unrecognizable,
she had learnt her pieces by heart
..alternately the notes, almost soundlessly.

At musicale evenings,
 as winter had sung afresh the effects
 she could not discover 
the secret of the notes.

Suzanne Delaney

Found Poem
from Pointed Roofs
 by Dorothy Miller Richardson

Premium Member Seasons Change: A Found Poem

I sit on a familiar ledge-rock
Perched above the timber- a sentry standing guard
Watching over the woods and my home.

I say woods. Truly it’s 
Eighty acres of scrubby, crimson brush
Straggly evergreen trees
Oaks with golden coats
Limestone glades that drop into 
Deep gullies.

Once this was part of the deeply timbered
Ozark hills,
Sparsely populated with a few rugged families
Of Scotch-Irish descent
Homesteaders from the Appalachian south
Things have changed this landscape.

From the crest of my hill, I see
The lake below, in full view-
Miles of lovely blue and white water,
Stirred by a gentle breeze, 
And the cove’s shore- my cove
My home- 
A fishing resort: six cabins, dock, pool
Half hidden by a thicket of glorious colors.

Too soon the leaves will fade and fall.
Bits of the buildings appear in the 
Cracks between the cedars and oaks. 
The Redbud and Dogwood, that in Spring
Checker the slopes in pink and white, today
Blend reddish-brown leaves with 
Autumn wildflowers peppered across the hillsides: 
Yellow Goldenrod, aromatic Aster’s blue hues, and tall standing Ironweed’s vivid 
Purple and magenta flowers.
Willowleaf Sunflowers bloom until frost.
Countless numbers of bees and butterflies
Make a final run at the daisy-like Sneezeweed, before 
The cold rains of November chase them to 
Warmer places. 

At the base of this steep slope, this rough, rock-strewn land,
Grassy green patches are held in place by several
Rocked-up retaining walls,
Built by my father to separate the wilderness from 
My home.

The sun travels across the sky into my face.
The slight breeze intensifies.
I take a last look at it all before heading home.
Taken altogether, joy fills my soul. 

Original Text©? 1993 Michelle Waters 
This poem©? 2026  Michelle Waters

Premium Member Breaking News: Fragments of Today

A Found Poem from the Bing Homepage

Earns record-breaking medal,
a boxer apologizes, is sad,
wins US Senate primary.

Campaign raises $138.7M,
to lay off 15% of workforce,
US launches antitrust probe.

Child sex abuse sentence,
Utah abortion ban halted,
net neutrality rules blocked.

Rain showers,
a Christian petition rebuking,
conservative attacks receive thousands.

50 icons famous after they died,
Charlamagne tha God on racial attacks,
'I don’t give a damn.'

The 1-ingredient upgrade for eggs,
complete fantasy,
a Western movie brutally assessed.

Egyptian women’s beach volleyball team,
slams French hijab ban after Olympic match,
Kamala Harris's lucky break.

Premium Member Contemplating life after listening to the radio

Contemplating life after listening to the radio late at night...
(a found poem)

Do you suppose thunder island 
is in the middle of fire lake?
(I can still hear your voice from across the bay)
Which of us made the first mistake?
I have no time left now to go searching
for maybes without answers.
(I did not find those wings or better things)
If you had only dropped in to see
what condition I was in
(after I tore my mind on a jagged sky)
I would have taken a long shot gamble,
(ignored the green grass and high tides)
rode away with you down a carefree highway,
where we might have found 
those castles of stone and peace of mind!

Songs:
Thunder Island by Jay Ferguson, 1978
Fire Lake by Bob Seger, 1980
No Time by The Guess Who, 1969
Just Dropped In by Kenny Rogers and The First Edition, 1967
Green Grass and High Tides by The Outlaws, 1975
Carefree Highway by Gordon Lightfoot, 1974
Form: Other

Microsoft Found Poem One

This is the first of five found poems based on Microsoft dictation trials.  I took the verbatim text filled with gibberish and put into poetic stanzas otherwise no editing. 


Her and they moved to
a the final inspection went well
with E wall
 back to the apartment

 and brown 
we had left the keys 
are in the car 

but fortunately
 we ran two 
are rules that TV does not 

ruin were bought 
baby by Jews
 they’ll be able to see you 
and your evening 

we win 
two Home Depot and Costco 
and then who can free pizza 
for dinner we want to eastern market 
and shot the movie 
dress report to the berber
 back home 
and went to bed 
about the nine 

the dictation is working up 
from 50% of the time 
cue-card will keep 
the hope that the difference 
in win over to 

in the meantime 
I will keep brokerage 
and user to ride 
bay from all working

you in this
 is Trevor Rowe junior middle school? 

Microsoft did tuition
 continues two 50% 
of the time 
one the visual dictation data 
his sometimes schuler’s 
shall I am sure

 even when you shoot a film, 
today we’ll meet with Perot’s 
to turn over the key 
and then paid the porch
 and weather permits 

and then maybe have dinner 
with more drivers 
wore see the movie 
Mama Mia 

should be a good 
if I have time 
High-level
 also do some solutions all

Still having problems with my group
 saw fit to Asia 
still very strange 
each results 
it’s well as run 
the south: today in that age
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Form: Concrete

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