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Nature's beauty, where harmony is around
Joy and peace twirl jointly across the ground.
It is in watching that our souls find release.
As animals, arty or elfin, lend solace and peace,
Secrets lie in floral fields and dim woodlands.
Our souls find a sanctuary as wonders stand.
The swift, free-flying birds above enrich the sky.
Their music fills the air with a calm sway.
Their vibrant hues and wings are bright.
Tinsel brightness to the deepest twilight.
As we observe their magnificent flight.
Our souls' brim with unadulterated delight.
The vast fields where the animals graze
We grasp a sight that makes us feel amazed.
The friendly cows, with their sweet eyes
Imagine the calm and peace of such dyes.
Their halcyon grazing and steady pace
Teach us how to live in blameless grace.
The opulence of nature lets us foster our eyesight.
Behavioral and temperamental highlights
Every creature we strike across
Such odd squirrels and their antics in the moss
Remind us to find delight in each beat.
Even In the record-breaking heat
The sage owl sat at the top of a tree.
It Imparts awareness for all to foresee.
The devoted dog with a wagging tail
shows us the concept of love sans fail.
Nature's grandeur brings us comfort.
Watching animals made us feel triumphant.
They remind us of the joy in simple things.
And the awe-inspiring splendor that dawn flings.
Let us watch the birds as they dance in the sky.
And feel their freedom as they soar up high.
Let us watch the animals on farms and in the wild.
And appreciate the lessons; they teach as a child.
So let us bestow a moment to pause and reflect.
On the beauty that surrounds us in every aspect.
As we observe the animals with an attentive gaze,
We find a sense of awe in nature's endless maze.
In the presence of nature's wonders, our spirits lift.
As we witness the colors, the feathers, and the swift.
In observing animals, we find a sense of delight.
A reminder of the beauty that exists day and night.
1st place contest winner
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AI Da, the world’s first ultra realistic robot artist recently painted a 7.5 foot portrait of the English mathematician, Alan Turing, which sold for $ 1,084,800 at Sotheby’s Digital Art. An occasion to celebrate, no doubt, but doubt still lurks as this limerick depicts.
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Wow, AI artwork of Alan Turing
At over a million dollar selling!
Given to no grey mood,
AI art’s good, if crude--
And sure, if sells at price record breaking.
Yet, I shudder the day
AI Da her hands lay
Say, on digital poetry writing.
We poets of the Soup
Shall then be in real soup,
And in a coup, who’d go to bank laughing?
Now some, somewhat amiss,
Say, where’s money in this?
Ask one on way to bank, Google or Bing.
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Happenings |10.11.2024|art, poetry, humour
Groundhog Day derives from a Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if the groundhog emerges from his burrow on February 2nd and sees his shadow due to clear weather, it will return back into his den and winter will persist for six more weeks. However, if he emerges and does not see his shadow due to cloudiness, the spring season will arrive early. So for 2018, on Groundhog Day, "Will he or will he not see his shadow?" Following the lines of the seemingly illogical, I forecast that on Feb. 2nd it will be cloudy, and Mr. Groundhog will not see his shadow. Thus, spring will arrive early this year. That whole groundhog thing doesn't make sense to me, but I do believe that spring is coming early in 2018. I'm thinking that the snow, ice, mudslides, sub-zero temperatures and the like will have lost their punch by mid to late March.
I forecast that although there will be lots of devastating tornadoes this spring, they will be totally upsetting but not so record-breaking. Although there might be a selfie or two of someone with an approaching funnel cloud in the distance, there will be fewer lives lost due to more shelters being built and improved warning systems.
The 2017 hurricane season was unusual and is unlikely to repeat itself. The hurricanes picked their paths and packed a powerful punch. I forecast tamer and fewer hurricanes during the 2018 season. I don't think that mother nature is angry with us, nor am I certain that the 2017 season was indicative of the wrath of God as some seem to believe. He has plenty of reasons to be, but I don't think that our Maker is angry with us.
The temperatures will continue to be higher in general. The fire season will be normal to slightly above normal relative to the intensity and multiple outbreaks. Also, I suspect that people will make better adjustments regarding their environment relative to forestation.
Our prayer should be that there be less spring rain. In some parts of the country, if the heavy snowpacks begin to melt combined with heavy rains, that could be catastrophic. It would be a perfect storm for massive flooding. I anticipate more flooding in 2018 especially in the mid-western and eastern states as a result of the heavy snows this winter. May God forbide the perfect storm.
01172018PS Contest, Weather Forecast 2018, Viv Wigley; 3P
Once, long distant calls would cost
You, your friends and family so many voices
had to wait, anticipate the budget and the worth
of words said out loud to ride rapid electric lines.
Still sentiments of love freely fly on telepathic planes
while prose and poetry remain yours truly.
When present face to face do you speak truly?
Conversations branch out, chip, splinter into stories, that's the cost.
Fish stretch past arms' length and record breaking climbs pass clouds and planes.
Tell me again how it all began, how many voices
sang out from heaven: Forgiveness for sale! Limited supply, form lines.
Greedy practice, selling soul's salvation, who figures out what it's worth?
Fear can make us pay the selfish who decide our worth.
Are our souls and spirits make-believe, a magician's trick or God's, truly?
Conversations of belief from heart or scripted lines
brainwashed or sincerely swayed, choice has a cost---
Cross your fingers, chant the scriptures, sing with all your voices
until it's real or a lie you can live with, insured for your departure in heaven's plane.
If a soldier's plane crashes, angelic eagles soar, swoop like planes,
nose dive to every soldier because lives are worth
remembering. Telephones shoot words-- bam, bam, bam, fire voices
on ears that bleed worst fears, shattering those who love them truly.
Nothing will ever be sweet or innocent again, this is an impossible cost.
War kills conversations, steals final farewell lines.
Songs please draw forgiving lines,
to rise over hatred in unarmed planes
for a bird's eye perspective to consider the cost
of love lost in doubt, its worth.
Love lights up any sort of soul, truly.
It's power hurls bolts through nerves that revive the mystic voices...
Devils, misfits, do-gooders, cherubs and chumps-- let's hear all your voices!
Call out to love, it won't resist, will cross any line
to save who is good or bad-- it desires everyone, truly
Here comes the light, hear comes our flight, listen for the plane
Remember it's insane to worry about your worth,
to be, to be, is miracle enough, we can't comprehend the cost.
Solo fly or get in line formation with you plane
Lift off, blast past hatred to reach Love's treasure of unimaginable worth.
Truly precious, so protect it, Love in all your actions no matter what the cost
It's Time
By Franklin Price
11/24/2020
It's time that we moved forward
Past the days of Donald Trump
He came and opened up our eyes
And kicked us in the rump
He was not of Washington
Not of pseudo royalty
Fought the swamp, for what it's worth
Worked to make the people see
Was doomed from the beginning
They harassed him from the start
He did well on what he promised
As they were tearing him apart
The media and Washington
Found that Russia would not do
They moved on to impeachment
More expense for me and you
Trump could'nt keep his mouth shut
He fought back at every turn
Not what he said, but how he said it
Something he would never learn
The economy was better
Unemployment rate at best
Stock market breaking records
Then came the Covid test
A third world war was on us
He shut us down to fight the fight
Trump was blamed for all bad things
Even for this newest blight
He organized to get a vaccine
In a record breaking way
And organized for distribution
Now the vote has made him pay
The left encouraged Mail-in votes
Could be used to change the tide
Used to change the numbers
By the Democratic side
Election night, Trump was ahead,
At two declared he'd won.
Not so fast, the mail's not in,
Not over 'til it's done
Blocked from the counting houses
May not have had a valid count
The President took legal steps
To assure the right amount
All of this was no surprise
The left had done it from the start
If not underhanded cowards,
Would have stabbed him in the heart.
It's now time that it's all over
Biden's total count has won
Both popular and College
Trump is over, said and done
It's just as well it happened
For if Trump had come around
The left side would have rioted
Burned buildings to the ground
Hope we recognize the U.S.A.
Just four short years from now
We the people need to make it work
Not to kiss their rings and bow
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.
While the earth remains, seasons will not cease.
Ah, I felt her this morning when I walked out the door.
Officially, she was due in September, but she's running a bit late.
Considering all the problems of 2020, I can't say that I blame her.
There are record-breaking hurricanes in the gulf; record-breaking
fires in the west, and politicians fighting like ragging rams for territory.
Autumn has wanted to return, but perhaps she's not so sure of herself.
Anyway, the coolness was blunt and bold, greeting me with open arms.
It appears that Summer really just might be gone, and Fall has arrived.
The haze from the smoke has lessened, and it's looking and feeling like Fall.
Presently, there's very little if any wind, and temperatures are way down,
but the weatherman indicated that the chances for rain in the valley have faded. Considering all we've been through; we'll take the best that Autumn has to offer us now.
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Who's sung "I'm in the Mood for Love?"
Then again -- Who hasn't?
Who's announced, "I'm in the mood for pizza!"
Perhaps, rather -- Who hasn't?
Who's proclaimed, "I'm in the mood for a drink or two!"
Then again -- Who hasn't?
Who hasn't thought, "I'm in the mood for a dental appointment!"
Perhaps, rather -- Who has?
Who hasn't felt, "I'm in the mood for a record-breaking snowstorm!"
Then again -- Who has?
Who hasn't mused, "I'm in the mood for a lecture on discipline!"
Perhaps, rather -- Who has?
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Who hasn't said, "I'm in the mood to go to work!"
Then again -- Who has?
~ And why not?
Protesting protest
that’s what this be
Look and take notice
at the stupidity
On a Record breaking day
Seeing fossil fuels fade away
as reusable power the majority
we see a drop in generated bad air in society
Active steps successfully reducing pollution
Yet schools are teaching by allowing kids to protest a solution
A protest is to force change
Change is happening
these protests deranged
What’s happening?
Teaching kids this is wrong
it’s not on, what’s going on?
The 5th time schools and university protest
as what they protest is addressed
still they don’t notice, now I'm stressed.
This is what we teach kids is it,
Bloody hopeless!!!
Never heard this expression, 'polar vortex' before this year
Wish it had never entered my vocabulary
This is a winter like none we have experienced in many many years
Bone chilling, beyond human endurance
Not civilized, whether you were born in the north or not
This is beyond that which we humans can tolerate
It's off the charts, record breaking
Spring has never been more anticipated than this year
Let's hope it's not a sign of things to come
Let's hope it's once in a a very long cycle
To be remembered as THAT year
Never to experience it again in our lifetime
Never heard the expression, 'polar vortex' before
Hope never to hear those two words again!
© Jack Ellison 2014