The ‘net’ is closing in, revealing a ‘web of lies’ Those who use AI and those who plagerise poems fool no one but themselves! Quote by poet!
A gossamer shroud drapes the old lych-gate
I’d hopes it would vanish, alas it’s too late
A ghostly poet rises from her earthly grave
I’m grief-stricken, why can’t people behave?
Posting copied works seeking notoriety
A playground for Dead Poets Society
Stealing poems leaves me groaning
Write your own words, it'll stop me moaning!
I loathe seeing work that has been taken
Why do folk do it, it’s just Godforsaken!
I'm fed up of reading lots of work by AI
Yet poets post it, then vehemently deny
Please pick up your pen, use your brain to write
Pretending that it's your work just isn’t right!
Categories:
lych, how i feel, integrity,
Form: Rhyme
under the lych-gate shall I pass
before the wait in holding hands
for the robed man of God to steer
me to my resting days
and shall I then be added to
the sanded brick of grotesque face
that stares across the standing stones
to look beyond the yew
and those who sidle in the rain
with shoulders loaded down with strife
will keep their head and eye to ground
and unaware of mine
then as I learn such higher ways
and freedom casts me from its stone
so will I then bargain forth
and leave the world behind
now in the realm I find myself
among ancestral light and warmth
the pain and heaviness has gone
and I begin to shine
then glow do I a little more
in understanding what has been
while bathed in voice of honey tone
and stole for my return
Categories:
lych, birth, death, journey, life,
Form: Free verse
Truth lies in these eyes of mine.
You won't look into,
Cannot immerse yourself in...
What's real.
I'm not trying,
Fear of failure or something wicked,
Do only morose things come out of feeling?
A mouth unspeaking,
Potential upbringing,
Sway me in your direction.
It could be easy,
This intertwining of old wires,
Chewed apart by this beast of heart,
This lych of adoration,
Breathing and beating and reeling.
I'm unconcious and on fire.
You are immovable,
Striken by ice.
At the pivitol parts of this world,
We need eachother most...
And we could very well kill eachother.
Maybe we have,
And what was once..
Shant be forgotten..
For if fire and ice were to combine,
I wouldn't be lost,
Nor would we be without the sun..
This love in my eyes,
Would truly be mine.
Categories:
lych, lost love, love
Form: Free verse