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By Poet "Oh yes, 100% human here. No AI for me."
Come let me tell you a story,
how writers once wrote.
They wrote from their loving hearts,
telling stories in different styles.
Some were rhymes or funny limericks,
verse was a favorite along with a tanka.
I find acrostic to be fun,
but taking more thought and time.
Today this new thing called AI,
is the new kid on the block.
AI has no loving heart to write with,
yet many readers have been blinded.
I put much thought and reflection,
into each poem for my readers.
A true writer writes because they love to,
also writing for their many readers.
I was obviously hiding under a rock
Out in the hills
Amid my animals and gardens
Happily and merrily going harmlessly on my way
When the great cancellation began
And suddenly every slight innuendo and reference
To some historical moment
A moment which could possibly have offended
And caused great hurtful harm
To those so inclined
Was deemed hateful
Instead of just ignorant or silly, funny or crude
At first in my oblivion I didn’t take it seriously
It didn’t seem like my battle to fight
But you know, hate is just the child
Of fear
And fear can get a society to agree to anything
(10/28/24)
John did not try hard with his first wife
she was married, he was not
second wife cheated on him
served him right, he deserved that.
third wife was an accident.
They had gotten drunk in Vegas
Too many chapels there
and too many drinks
Fourth wife thought saying “I am his fourth” was funny
Her disposition was dour, she stopped being sunny.
He got tired of her sense of humor.
Fifth wife died of a cancerous leg tumor.
At age ninety-two he just married wife number twenty-one.
Wishing he had tried harder with wife number one.
My imprisoned glassed serenade
~beyond trades blues for juicy sea
topsy turvy ocean swayed surfers
and curvy wavy beachy onlookers
for flat surfs turned deep sea divers
~blues further me
family riddles shallow or deep
Diana sings her single ~ Reach Out & Touch ...
~blues further me
camera fiddles with bobbing turtles
patience a pose
~blues further me
sandy beach
haha
too funny ok
lovers tryst
gallant or dumped
ok twas the wrong time for faces to disappear
don't turn your back to the sea
my drape cord!?
Boy, one thing I know fa sho, we can tell a lot in life.
I can tell you mad
I can tell that ain’t gon fit
I can tell he be cheating
Girl, I can tell you ain’t cook that
I can tell that ain’t yo real hair
I can tell she bouta cry
I can tell he not feeling well
I can tell that’s not gon work
I can tell it’s a boy
Man, I can tell that ain’t no real Gucci
I can tell he lying
I can tell her butt fake
I can tell that car bouta break
I’m telling yall, I can tell she pregnant
I can tell that’s gon taste nasty
I can tell he ain’t no good
I can tell it’s bouta rain
Know what else I can tell, I can tell I’m amazing, lol
How many people in your family?
She is in second grade; she said “one hundred.”
“One hundred people live in your house?”
I think she thought this was funny.
Two, she said.
You and….
Me and my mom and my sister.
That is three, I told her.
She did not argue long.
What does your Mom do? I asked.
She goes on the phone.
What does she do with it?
She texts her cousins and her boss and her mom.
But she doesn’t text her dad.
Why not?
He died in a car wreck.
I am an original she told us, I am messy and weird.
We had no actual knowledge, but believed her for a minute.
Within an hour we realized that her words were not sassy or saucy.
Her speech was not exciting or fun.
Even her dance moves were predictable.
She was rather bland, boring, banal.
Didn’t she say she was an original? We asked each other.
She had set herself up, but she had not lived up.
We expected so much more.
We expected zing, zest, enthusiasm, excitement,
Dazzling conversation, diabolically funny wit.
I am so creative! So wild! So wonderful! So free!
We did not discuss it, but we all wondered.
Is it possible for us all to miss it?
Or had she set herself up for a plunge?
When you from New Orleans dey gon do a lot of things.
Dey gon fix it
Dey gon call me
Dey gon go by dey self
Dey gon think about it
Dey gon bring it over here
Dey said dey gon send me a email
Dey gon pick her up after school
Dey gon pay for it
I know dey gon clean dey mess
If dey break it, dey gon buy another one
Dey gon drive back on Friday
Dey gon shut up with all that noise
Dey gon do it tomorrow
Dey gon text me when it’s ready
Dey gon go out and eat
Dey gon drop the charges
Dey gon learn the hard way
I know one thing, dey gon leave me alone
Hymie Frankel sat in a restaurant
in the courtyard of a mall
Hymie was aware for sure
that the fare wasn’t kosher at all
The Rabbi of Hymie’s synagogue
just happened to walk past
When he noticed where Hymie was
he let out an awful gasp
Hymie, friend, what’s eating you
You know you mustn’t dine here
‘Now don’t you fret, Rabbi Cohen
There’s nothing whatsoever to fear’
‘You’ve seen me order, have you not?’
‘Yes, I have, but what’s that got—’
‘And you’ve seen me eat the shrimp they brought?’
‘Yes, I have. That’s why I’m so hot—’
‘Then, good! You’ll surely agree with the court’s decision
~ I’m dining under strict Rabbinic supervision!’
I hear loud clamoring and yelling.
It sounds like a rumble in the school hallway.
I know it is the older students.
The young ones do not dare.
YOU’RE FIRED! Someone yells.
You’re going to jail! says another voice.
Lots of snickering and laughing.
Maniacal giggling. It is not this funny.
Joy in the hallway because it is Friday.
Kindergarteners are on the other side in a straight line.
Looking straight ahead, keeping their bubbles. Voices off.
One of the sixth-grade boys gives them the stink eye.
A little boy screams.
“It’s okay. He is my brother! “he tells the teacher.
The teacher begins to give him the what for.
The kindergartener smiles, because he did it first.
My cousin and I are diverse in many ways,
We look nothing alike; she is tall, I am short.
She is young, I am old.
She is cute, I used to be.
But we are alike in the ways that count.
We have integrity and a sense of fairness.
We love listening to singing, but neither of us sing.
We laugh loudly at things no one else thinks are funny.
We are soul cousins who appreciate each other's quirks and smirks.
The kids at school used to say "you can't be cousins".
When I asked why, it was because we were not the same color.
Then I would say, "We are soul cousins."
Even our boss, the principal understood our relationship.
She would ask me, "where is your cousin?"
Everyone in the school figured it out; we really are soul cousins.
He was a worthwhile opponent; our debates were insane.
But he did not have enough sense to come out of the rain.
Wait a second; I stayed out there, laughing about it too.
We were honorary brother and sister, that’s nothing new.
He was clever and funny and laughed like a well-oiled machine.
He rarely agreed with me, yet he never was horrible or mean.
We had such a fine relationship, we were friends to the end.
Unfortunately, that was yesterday; now I say goodbye to my friend.
Have you ever dialed a sunflower?
Lawrence stared at Dorie, she was a beauty
And he was in love with her.
His grandpa had admitted he had dated a ginger once.
But grandma came in so that was the end of that.
Lawrence loved everything about her green eyes and her red hair.
She was smart, and funny, and he wanted to spend his life with her.
Don’t be in a hurry! His parents had told him.
It has only been six months.
Six months was long enough. He knew.
He watched her pretend to dial the sunflower.
The sun on her hair made her appear magical, like a pixie.
He asked her to marry him after the dialing was over.
She squealed like a happy six year old.
He could not wait to be married to her,
so he could live the rest of his life
in fear, like his grandpa
I'm sure you've all heard the saying:
'If you love something, set them free.
If they come back, they're yours.
If they don't.
They never were.'
I decided to test this theory. I took my two teenagers deep
into the woods where I left them.
To make a long story short. I never saw those two
ungrateful kids again.
But don't judge them too harshly...
I did move.
The End
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I am the president of the Proliferating Society he told me smugly.
What do you do? I asked.
He thought for a bit. “We prolificate things”.
“Like what?”
We are currently prolificating private eyes.
Where do you prolificate them to?
We do not prolificate them to places, we just prolificate them.
Sounds like fun, I said. “Sign me up”, not really meaning it.