Remember when we’d run across the park,
chasing a paper kite in the summer wind?
We were young, light on our feet,
and so eager to light up the dark.
Our love felt light as sugar,
aimless, easy, full of wild ideas.
We’d make promises on the fly
and build big futures out of thin air.
Three years have gone by now.
We’re not just bending with every breeze anymore.
We’re not chasing shadows or running wild—
we’re walking the path together, steady and sure.
The kite finally came down to earth,
but what we have now has real roots.
It’s quiet, deep, and grounded—
so much stronger than the shallow thrill of where we started.
Me oh my I spy with my little eye
The climate crisis they still deny
The sleuth’s proofs they will defy
Ruthless with truths they just lie
An evangelist tryst as we all fry
Oligarchy malarkey is their ally
Shout read the book of Malachi
It either floods or is drought dry
Biblical not whimsical we all cry
Facts cloaks with pacts on the sly
Pokes broke folks as try to get by
Acts wry impunity from on high
Tracts of woke jokes.. on the fly
Elite phalanx craved the whole pie
As each raved I am a stand up guy
Banks our future on a computer tie
Skanks everyone thanks really why?
Everything tanks but saved by AI?
Fossil fuel fools with a limited supply
Flawed but adored as no rules apply
Share prices soared on the vices rely
Fires roared here & abroad we reply
Renewable’s doable & cheap to buy
Maraud with their fraud we all sigh
Abhorred just give our planet a MRI
Everything gnawed comply we all die
Sandwich board says the end is nigh
So if there's a Lord look up to the sky
They stand proud and high
As if they reach right up to the sky
Their peaks covered with all year round snow
Though it melts in the Sun, it is very slow
See the marks where Angels ski
Out of sight of you and me
Those large footprints left behind
By an animal of some kind
Could it be from a Yeti, a mysterious Fable
Who people have tried to find when they have been able
But the Mountains are mysterious places
All shapes and sizes, some resembling faces
And the streams that start from their springs on high
Trundle downward, gathering pace when on the fly
As the water flows and winds it’s merry way down to the valley below
Being a mixture of Rain and melting Snow
But the Mountains will always remain aloof
As they watch the scene, just living proof
The early morning, a great time to catch the picture
Of Mountains, Snow, running Stream, a piece of nature’s own made mixture
Hands behind my back
my fate is on the line cast
into the abyss
a hit or miss bite for me
on the fly, I sent to see.
Chance and choice entwined
a fragile bridge over doubt
serendipity
in cold empathy with fate
pressed tense, taut, fingers hard.
Criss-crossed with hope's twine,
I bargain with the unseen
with fate's mouth agape
waiting to see the outcome
of the Chinese finger cuffs.
Well hard as they might fight and try
So tight are rarely barely getting by
Sigh jobs squarely unfairly go to AI
Picked nicked then flicked on the sly
No sorrow poor borrow more to buy
Tricked by CGI lie from a cloudy sky
Social media spy pigs in the Tech sty
Future can’t deny no one gets a bye
Suitor will be AI then humans will defy
Pyrrhic critics decry but it is do or die
Titans fight for their piece of the pie
White collar all about the dollar guy
Dash for stash of cash ultimate high
Purloining while just coining on the fly
Spend as know the end is almost nigh
Flash rash brash greed splash they ply
Keys for wheeze must seize or will pry
Happens so fast they have cast the dye
Command it’s about demand & supply
Sycophant pant a creamy dreamy chai
Ego blast will last with your past will vie
Perverse creed gets worse this the storm's eye
Sow the seed impede our swede teed up & fry
Won't conform will curse why must I lie with AI
Plead don’t need IT to perform bellow thy lullaby
No go slow mellow Hello but a wry dry Goodbye
Each ivory tower needs so much power and water
Society is the fall guy for the pie in the sky AI lie
Cultures savaged ravaged caricatures by vultures
Slyly trying to deflower mother nature’s daughter
Dodgy dealing resources stealing planet’s reeling
Preach each data centre like a cultural placenta
Layers peeling players say mentor no glass ceiling
Am a lamenter of break neck tech wreck dementor
No healing waste from haste paste without feeling
We’ve heard it before the computer is our future
Smoke and mirrors AI on the fly the latest suitor
Us all just a data commuter for a leech not tutor
Beseech purloining then coining no way to teach
The conceit of the deceit is an elite cheat ripsnorter
Train bots brain rots turns us into tots & lots of have nots
Only glower of people power can stop the slaughter
Mow, mow let me out of this place
I want to go and hunt til I’m off my face
Put the birdies, the mice’s and the rats in their place
Watch out your gonna die
Misty puss is back on the fly!
Hello, good bye
Life has you reaching for the sky
Is free speech
Still within our reach
Times are changing
The world.... Rearranging
What once was, is no more
Having keys that open no door
The roof is now laying on the floor
Decision made on the fly
As your reaching for the sky
Watching to see what happens next
Sure to be taken out of text
Taking whatever at you,your life may throw
Remember to take it slow
Don't you know
Just one shot
Is all you got
Time weighs down on your shoulders
Words thrown like boulders
Times you may cry
While reaching for the sky
Faith will get you by
Hope is all you have
Love is the healing salve
Kindness is the way
To thelp others through their day
An empty hand can become forceful fist
Fight for love is fight for life within wits
All is fair in love and war
Least life be a bore
Living life on the fly for a kiss
Bumpity-bump, slowly, through the airports six times.
My husband gets the exercise and excitement, I crave.
Too much,
as he sees them let go
on the decline - I’m soaring without wings
but who knows
as I
can only see ahead, not behind.
Quickly, we whizz
to catch our shuttle.
I can see THIS
as the driver darts me to and through.
I can’t see YOU - my husband
who can’t keep up.
I’m sure the driver,
with his hands maneuvering the chair,
without a care-in-the-world,
and laughter in his race,
only has his eyes on the prize.
He longs to catch up
to his next ride.
My husband is quite tired as he drives us home,
after being
quite awake.
I’m just glad to tidy up, do the laundry, and find home
in my faithful chair, and enjoy the embrace of
peace and quiet,
and a bite of Antoinette’s Sweets
(her renowned’ orange-chocolate), after a busy vacation.
Language is writing your program,
Amplifying the thought system,
So you will get lost within them,
Wondering where they stem from,
Underestimating some,
They come in like a wrecking ball,
Calling on you to fall,
Stalling the ambition engine,
Hiding your intuition,
Within the constant flow,
Throwing you off balance,
Dancing with emotions,
Advancing into a commotion,
An ocean of questions arise,
Improvising life on the fly,
Thoughts will try to divide you,
And some will guide you through,
All of them are not true,
Language has defined your view,
A stew of thought will keep you distraught,
Because you were taught to read,
Needing to feed you their greed,
A seed planted deep in your core,
Before your old enough to implore,
The need to acquire more,
Don't explore the reason why,
Just try to fit in and sit down,
Thoughts staring down nouns,
Students pronounce sounds,
On their training grounds.
Artificial Intelligence aka the end of creativity & death to all art. New age plagiarism in my opinion. The work of a bot with credit taken by one who's too lazy to think for themselves. Absolutely no good comes from Artificial Intelligence in regards to any form of art or expression of self. I honestly believe it will be the death of all art forms from reading to writing, from art to music etc & everything in between. Why do we as society promote this nonsense or even stand behind this foolishness in the first place? What does one gain from this? It isn't art in any way shape or form & nothing that comes from it is truly genuine or from the heart, it's B.S. that is created spur of the moment on the fly via bot processor or whatever the hell it is they use to operate. We as people need to bring an end to A.I. before it brings an end to us.
Said Fred, the resentful Doorman,
(overworked and underpaid)
to Ed, the surly Foreman,
(overrated yet undismayed)
'I'll call you a cab, if you beckon,
you'll want a quick getaway, I reckon,'
and snidely sniggered,
under his breath, 'You're a hack!'
surprising the top nob on the job,
as, Fred had the knack
of insulting, without denigrating,
and yet, debating
whether to hold a grudge,
Ed decided, 'Yes,' but not a big one,
which he couldn't carry, as it wouldn't budge.
And altho', toe to toe,
the two did not see eye to eye,
so, trading barbed epithets
and loud expletives on the fly,
they let go at one another,
I don't know, so don't ask me why.
looking through mind’s eye
as if in a trance
perhaps due to circumstance
or perchance the last dance
then again on the fly
without condescending
blending all elements in sight
I start to cry
wolf wolf the fear has arrived
disguised but still here
feel the fear
blowing in the winds of fate unknowing
death seeks to end the lie
just die bye bye die
then come again with reason
in another season
to veer out of last dance trance
to fly again in the universal wind
O boulder, with pitch resin shine!
Flicker fine at night!
Fate and Fortune, thus we dine!
Sign, O line of sight!
Ichor in immortal veins?
Crenellate to hold.
No use waiting for the rains!
Sane and centrefold!
Explain, O my spark-lit brain?
Bone of throne and bane!
Blossom inward! Core and chain!
Melee, meet the main!
Gone and unreturned? We learned.
Oh, what we discerned.
Night of nail and ne'er-do-churned!
How the bodies burned...
Yellow streaks in starry sky?
Panels on the fade.
Foxfire, foment on the fly!
Beckon as ye bade!
Climate of the covenant?
Back the boneyard bright?
Feet of clay, about me plant!
Cant cerebral, kite!
Mortal life, upon the knife?
Who to target, strife?
Circumstances, rhyme or rife?
O Rhine River, fife!
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