Wish I was dumb
easily amused
Too thick to get hurt
not care if confused
Walk around half-gone
stare at the whole truth
Shrug my shoulders
right before I shoot
Being dumb’s simple
takes boredom away
too dizzy to feel down
or deflated in any way
Gazes at a cellphone
giggles at silly memes
More so the same sh!t
a billion times seen
Dumb has it good
needs little to do
Stares at the sky
never dawns why it’s blue
Sees a vivid sunset
pulls down the blind
Quickly falls asleep
with a blacked out mind
Dumb wears the T-shirt
gets soaking wet
Catches a fever
believes it’s no sweat
Eats crap all day
doesn’t care if sick
Ends up on a drip
watches it for a kick
Dumb and numb
guitars that won’t strum
A vacant skull
muffled out drum
Won’t beat itself up
as a rule of thumb
My world’s so f•ucked
dumb’s remains plumb
* * *
the world’s cleverest man once said ~ nothing to me ~ he wanted a life
By
David Kavanagh
On the Birth of AI Poetry
With reckoning, we must conclude
Our techno masters have pursued
The human brain to cast aside
As muse embraces its new bride
And so the columns that once fell
To keep us bound within their spell
Are churned out now, crisp and clean
By soulless, heartless cold machine
No use here, mill of the mind
No sweat to pen, or the grind
All achieved through lounge and laze
With ego gorging lauding praise
Is Shakespeare turning down below
At creators course death blow
Will Frost be wearing sour sorrow
What path now, would he follow?
I’m excited to announce my new contest
Enter if you will if you don’t no sweat
This one is based on Stevie Wonder Music
It’s meant to be fun and a tribute so do it
Please be kind and use your own mind
No plagiarism no profanity no AI
I look forward to reading your precious lines
The flowetry of poetry always a good time
No rules except write something new
No AI no words that are lude
Remember not to write your name too
And I can’t see photos until contest concludes!
Good luck
A cockroach did some backstrokes in Clyde's soup
He was quite alarmed and thrown for a loop
The waiter said no sweat
Sir, there's no need to fret
He won't consume very much of your soup
In your hands, lies twenty-four hours to live.
You can cry in your beer…. or smile and give.!
Do you have two legs to walk down the street?
Buy a fresh apple, give it to a homeless one to eat.
If someone walked out of your life, no sweat.
I say find another, with very sweet breath.
All of us have lost those we loved deeply, forever!
But you are the master of your life, yes you, a joy giver!
Please do not ask, what life will do for me!
Ask instead, what will i I do, sming, for thee!
12/12/2924
They said I’d win, no problem, no sweat,
But let me tell ya, folks, we’re not there yet.
The polls are fake, the news is too,
They twist my words—what else is new?
The debates? A circus, with clowns all around,
They rigged the mic, turned up the sound.
I crushed ‘em all, as only I do,
But somehow they spin it, make me look blue.
The rallies are huge, the crowds never end,
But the media? They won’t even pretend
To show what’s real—just lies they repeat.
I’m telling ya, folks, I don’t face defeat.
The lawsuits? A witch hunt, plain as day,
But I’m still here, never going away.
I’ve got the stamina, I don’t need sleep,
While my opponents, well, they’re just sheep.
Twitter’s my weapon, my words are gold,
Best tweets ever, or so I’m told.
They ban me here, block me there,
But guess what? I’m still everywhere.
So yeah, this election’s been tough, it’s true,
But I’m not one to give up the view.
The White House? It’s mine, just wait and see,
You’ll be saying “Trump” till eternity.
Greydar nap, second wind,
Wind swept rain, all good,
Good for plants, no sweat,
Sweat sun, good in hood!
(Loop poem).
Clarion calm sea
right before thunder;
A man wave boarding,
teens sit catching rays;
An emerald gleams;
No sweat beading
on my iced drink;
Time moves gently,
I am spellbound;
Waves fly up
choppy, bright;
A storm rise;
The tide’s
moods swing
big.
I don’t trust the angels
They must have stolen my sun
I have worked so hard , done so much
I am so tired I am on my last blood
No sweat left, If I cry I Die
No luck left, I traded it for life
No shelter , No moon, No Love
No God, I am always cold
Trudging towards death
The sands are not halfway done
If I meet the angel who stole my sun
I will strangle them with my bare arms
I will not listen to whatever lessons I needed to learn
I will hang them at the pearly gates
To appease those ho lived in darkness
And to protect those who are yet to lose the sun
I don’t trust these angels
I am sure they stole my sun.
He sends his regards
the big blowhard
She sends her regrets
delivered 'no-sweat'
In wild vanity your curiosity hunts
What no greedy archer ever shot;
And pining under unrequited labor,
You’ll condemn your inclement lot.
In ceaseless tilling your brow
Shall toil endlessly under sun,
Till no sweat sits on your skin;
And return with no medal won.
For your parsimonious hand
Withholds the destitute's alms;
Making poor riffraff folks curse
The sting of your stingy palms.
Kindest Heaven's warning counsel
Patient gracious amnesty supplies;
Now open those hoarding stores,
And heed the unfortunate's cries.
My son the veep, am I proud? You bet!
Knew from the start, it's as great as it gets
My Scottie was special
Such a clever young devil
From a very early age, a winner, no sweat
what price to enter paradise?
just become a willing device
to extinguish non-believers
and other common deceivers
making this world so much more safe
when dangerous demons are quaffed
an extremely small price to pay
for our deity to hold sway
simply the cost of admission
for sins placed into remission
doing such necessary things
will make you an angel with wings
what price the entrance to paradise?
simply follow the ancient advice
comprehend what the holy words mean
not being for one instant unclean
there will be a harem or three
where all services are for free
no sins in pleasures of the flesh
all things there have been pre-blessed
beyond any real feelings
or the slavery of needings
no sweat, no fear, no need to hurry
the richest of realms, not to worry
watch miracles come into play
you shall know real bliss, they say
surely you don't want to delay
heaven and all that comes with it
really no need to fidget
do not be a heathen idjit
may we issue your ticket today?
He sat straight up in the saddle,
tired, no sweat left in him
as he hadn’t drunk a drop
for days. The white salt ring
left on his skin and the
horses neck were crusty, itchy,
stale smelling. He was tough
as weathered leather, taking
his last ride, the last mile,
the last day, saying goodbye
as he rode away. He was no
slouch, he would sit straight
up until he could no longer
hold his head. The horse
collapsed, dead from exhaustion,
dehydration, refusing to leave
his life long companion. With
a snap, the rope tightened as
the cowboy fell towards his
horse, the final ride over, his
final prayer answered, to
ride forever with his friend.
created 16 Jan 2019
Once knew a brave fellow from Miami
His ability to leap tall buildings was uncanny
Going up was no sweat
Coming down posed a threat
His body filled every nook and cranny
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