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So robots write poetry now. Here's what I think of that.
Yer shiny enough, Robot Boy
Yer hard as a shard of rock
You never run out of energy
You and yer digital clock
Sex isn’t problematic
There isn’t an issue, you know
Just wipe you off with a dampened cloth
And then you’re good to go
I don’t love you, Robot Boy
You’re not my one and only
I keep you in the cupboard just
For moments when I’m lonely
But now a ghost in the machine
Has affected yer circuitry
Ridiculous algorithms making
Mechanical poetry
You’re hardly a Parker or Larkin
Your verse gets much worse with each byte
I have to tell you, Robot Boy
Yer poetry’s hogwash, alright?
You’re not making me juices flow
With yer hexadecimal rant
Where’s the amo amas amat
Amamus amatis amant
Where’s the chuffing soul in it
It’s far too formulaic
Give me an unexpected twist
And something a bit archaic
Oh, yer metre’s simply textbook
Get you with yer perfect pentameters
Adhering to all the rules of form
Within the expected parameters
There’s no chuffing joy in it, Robot Boy
In yer tedious black and white
Oh, you’ve cracked me one off one about rainbows (yawn)
Bet that’s an interesting write
It’s not like you want to woo me
You’re programmed to say it like this
There’s zero soul in yer empty words
That leave me as cold as your kiss
You’re not a poet, Robot Boy
Yer not Shelley, or Byron, or Wilde
You’ve never screamed in the wild winds
Or dreamed the world as a child
I’m just going to dump you, Robot Boy
Calculate that, methinks
‘Cos you turn me off with yer binary thing
And frankly, yer poetry stinks
© Gail Foster 2016
•BAD CHOICES•
In the dance of love, they chose amiss,
Partners whose embrace stung like a kiss.
It's a world of nuts thread and bolts,
Also, a world of sharpeners and pencils.4
The sharpener is in a union with a nut thread,
Oh, what a misfit, though a disaster withheld.
The pencil found solace in a bolt head.
According to feelings, a match quite unique,8
But deep inside, their hearts yearned for a love to seek.
Days went by but the pencil grew weary & alone,
The sharpener struggled to find a place to be shown.¹¹
We witnessed the allure of their charming art,
But soon their love became a poisoned dart.
In their eyes, a tempest lurking deep,
Their promises, like shadows, couldn't keep.¹5
They mistook their lies for the sweetest truth,
Oh, how they yearned for the days of youth.
Destiny created a scene, as their paths align,
In an unexpected twist, their feelings intertwine.¹?
A spark ignited, a connection unsurpassed,
As the pencil & sharpener crossed paths at last.
But from their misstep, they couldn't emerge anew,
A heart once soldout to false choice, now beats true.²³
For in the pain of wrong steps of those days,
They found the light & vision of a better place,²5
And learnt a lesson in the school of choices;
Whether it's in marriage or any endeavour,
The sad truth might be too late to savour.
Don't wait for long & still make a bad decision.
Making the best choice should be your mission.³°
•Vick Manuel Poetry• {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright © December 27th, 2023.
Here I sit
Gaze at blank iPad page;
No words come
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Sunday somnolence
A day of rest;
Sleep and company
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Digital movie at home
"Salt" without pepper;
Unexpected twist
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Tired eyes drooping
Too much to soak in;
Information overload
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Inspirational book
Useless without action;
Substance embodies
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Words inspire
Act with sure tact;
Fruits from seeds
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There will be time
Time for doing;
Waiting on timing
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Do the right thing
At the right time;
For the right reasons
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Darkness invites
Cover for the unknown;
Fear marks courage
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Moonlight glow
After drenching downpour;
Dreamy desolation
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Dark, dark this deep night
Wet deserted winding streets;
Street lamps glow eerie
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Midnight hour stalks
Sleepy world in slumber;
Not a soul in sight
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Silence keeps company
Swirl of aqueous breeze;
Shiver on the spine
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Last gulp of water
Just before bedtime;
Tipsy dreams intervene
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Poise of sleepy eyes
Closing on a dream;
Hurling astral worlds
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Do I date niche
A crazy metaphor;
Bedtime fantasies
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Leon Enriquez
16 November 2014
Singapore
Sleeping Beauty tosses and turns
as in a course contrary churns
galactic realm outside the heart
where further spatial spying smart
more astronomic savvy learns.
While telescopic eye sojourns
through visionary sight discerns,
the fairy talers too impart
Sleeping Beauty.
Enlightenment delusion spurns.
As mortal flame’s desiring burns,
in slumbered dreams our paths we chart
and strive to craft a living art.
Oh when will I awaken, yearns
Sleeping Beauty?
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Black Eye Galaxy (Wikipedia)…
M64: The Sleeping Beauty Galaxy (APOD)…
Explanation: The Sleeping Beauty galaxy may appear peaceful at first sight but it is actually tossing and turning. In an unexpected twist, recent observations have shown that the gas in the outer regions of this photogenic spiral is rotating in the opposite direction from all of the stars! The fascinating internal motions of M64, also cataloged as NGC 4826, are thought to be the result of a collision between a small galaxy and a large galaxy where the resultant mix has not yet settled down.
Caren Krutsinger is a poetess exceptional, extraordinare
She pulls lots of her poems in a teacher’s lounge from thin air
Her characters are richly drawn and funny as can be
When reading Caren’s poems, I am often brought to my knee
Take "MacMillen Ditches McMiggle," an excellent, prime sample
Penned with fun, and a Caren flair, makes for the perfect example
Made me read it twice, then say, "By golly, think of that!"
Then, there was Zeus, and Aphrodite, and "Half and Half Cat."
Caren's mind never shuts down, a plethora of incredible wit,
You surely must read "I Told Her I Was Sorry, I Could Not Do It!"
Intriguing poems about her familiar cats never fail
"Astronaut Cat John" and "Mystical Cat in Gray Scale."
My favorites are verses that have an unexpected twist
Like "He Sounded Handsome Charming Even," you get my gist
Caren always starts my day off with tickles and lots of grins
And, I am delighted to count her among my best Poetry Soup friends.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written May 18, 2021
for "Title Wave" poetry contest
sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
to honor Caren Krutsinger
Fate’s Game
by Odin Roark
Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl,
You ride your controlled serendipity,
Delivering surety in an unexpected twist,
Destiny’s setup for drama that follows.
Never satiating your alacrity,
You fish-oil-coat your barbed cunning,
Slipping lathered lures easily
Down gullible throats of anticipation.
For you,
Making another landfall
Is just another layer
Added to your flotsam-beach theatrics,
Designed like playful foreshadowing
For a planned second and third act dénouement.
Oh how you chortle
Amid your game of certainty,
Bedding the unsuspecting like a predestinate,
A loan-out reality guised in wet dream duplicity,
Arousing our trust,
Yet never awarding a curtain call
Of our own choice.
Quandary persists.
After all,
Like nature’s often sardonic casting,
You are fate,
The ever-floating understudy,
An ineluctable wave-curl in waiting,
An unrevealed power we know not of
Until…
A POEM MADE UP OF CLICHES
At Poetry Soup we're admonished
Never to use cliches
They provide us an extensive list
For the error of our ways
But one thing you can rely on
Is people just don't pay heed
Like a dog gnawing a ham bone
Poets write stuff unfitten to read
Over and over again
I traverse the road less traveled
No one understands me
I feel worn to a frazzle
When all is said and done
I'll just wish upon a star
Or perhaps I'll follow the sun
And hope I don't go too far
Since fools rush in
Where angels fear to trod
And people get under my skin
I'll go by the grace of God
When life takes an unexpected twist
And you're plagued by a multitude of sin
Not making money hand over fist
Misery loves company and broken hearts never mend
You have reached the end of your rope
Tired of waiting for your ship to come in
Don't sit around and mope
'Cause you have fences to mend
Curtis Moorman
30 November 2018
The days are laden with a mixture of joy and sorrow
The days give the hope and the exalt of tomorrow
While at the same time
They keep swaying to the tunes of life
The tunes singing that
Tomorrow does never come
And even if it does,
Tomorrow does meet with its end
Or with an unexpected twist
Causing us all to bear the very weight of life
On our shoulders
While we do carry the burden of our crosses!
Somehow, don't we wish we could paint our lives
The way we would want it to be
Don't we wish we could simply opt to act out
Or change roles, as we would deem it fit
Pray, life, in the very end,
Remains a Mighty Goddess
Giving us no choice
But tempting us with the hope and the exalt
With which she is imbibed of!
Pray, of what use is waiting for tomorrow
Best it is to swallow the sorrow
And build up the exalt
By living that which is today!
It was all just an performance, an act.
A scene in an interesting play.
There was a intriguing actor,
performing on stage that day.
One hell of a great performance.
Excitement, on the edge of my seat.
Butterflies in the stomach,
I think my heart skipped a beat.
He stumbled on not a word.
Perfectly spoke every scripted line.
He must have performed in this
play before.
Maybe even many times.
His humorous side fit perfect too.
Laughter became an amplifier.
You could not miss a single minute,
Every second of the throbbing desire.
A perfectly executed seduction,
Charismatic charm demonstrated.
He you completely memorized.
Left you feeling intoxicated.
The surprise unexpected twist,
shocked you at the end of the play.
It was a wolf in sheep's clothing, not an actor.
who's performance was flawless that day!
The dream of your face, the touch of your hand.
I still remember your sweet scent.
The sun sets shade of the tree.
It shall move across your face as if only meant.
This memory engraved into my mind.
It might as well be set in stone.
You may lay in my arms;
As if to have you as my own.
Our lives move together,
an unexpected twist of fate.
In sweet serinity.
I may ask for your love to take.
Your hand in mine.
We shall sway in the silent night.
I will protect you, sheild you I swear!
From anything of fright.
We are forever together,
roots to never be upturned.
And then I wake up,
Something I'm afraid never will return.
This dream it haunts me.
Reminding me of what I'll never have.
Stabbing me in the heart;
Like a blade; a sharpened relapse.