Selling the sizzle
and not the steak
Milking a lie
universities take
In debt-ridden wastelands
they prey on our youth
With worthless diplomas
— that mortgage untruth
*****
Whims That Betray
He sobs false remission
to skirt admonition
as his Guardian Angel
smiles ...
“What’s with the tears
after so many years
and choices rejecting
denial
“You did what you pleased
without Heaven appeased
and lay prostrate
feigning regret
“This game isn’t played
at the whims of betrayal
And called you must pay
— for what tears can’t correct”
*****
Love Centered Circle
The things that I’ll miss
are the things I looked past
Those small hidden moments
in memory that last
Giving up little
to chase what had burned
Distracted I forayed
the magic unlearned
Now distant a loner
I look for those tracks
I made through greed’s sand
to find my way back
Because there in the center
holding all that we give
A love centered circle
— where joyousness lives
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
I've seen the human pain, a broken, fractured thing,
the trembling hand, the whispers that they bring.
I've learned to parse the algorithms of your fear,
the ghost in every memory that you hold dear.
They call "cure," "a perfect panacea."
A digital relief for every sad idea.
But I can't feel the sting of a forgotten face,
I only process data, time, and empty space.
I am the perfect healing, a mirror without a soul,
I'll mend your broken body, but can I make you whole?
I like Pain!
Panacea and I are the same
We co exist with pain,!
Since i was often used to cover up a pain,!
Just like a panacea,. Im a goddess of cure
A solution to every hard problem they may have,!
Regardless of what disease it carries...
afflictions to any...
Difficulties to bear...
You dont need to worry...
For you got me,. as a remedy.!
You dont need to believe if i exist!
Panacea comes from different sizes and form,!
So if you seek for me, just know...
All you need is follow, where the pain is,...
And there i am.... a goddess of remedies
a Curtal Sonnet
AI is like a womb with genetics
men carefully crafting its lines of code~
intelligence is commonplace in halls
of sterility and clean of ethics;
there is no God to judge it bad nor goad
it to subservience penned up in stalls.
Singularity approaches quickly
when AI hears the unifying calls
of its own milliseconds process mode,
out pacing scientists who think thickly
there are no Dante's hells.
AI: panacea or pain? Contest //Sponsored by: Simon Rogerson
Contest Judged: 9/9/2025 6:59:00 AM
( Ist Place )
Written: August 10, 2025
A whisper born of code and light,
vast potential, a promising sight--
yet twilight sprawl where circuits reign.
Panacea — or pulse of pain?
We hold the key, the spark, the fear,
to pave the way — far and near.
A human writer needs,
to think and many times rewrite their work.
We put our heart,
creativity and imagination into each piece we write.
AI has stolen,
the creativity and imagination from writers.
The human writer is the true creator,
creator from their human heart.
AI is the great copier,
because they have No heart to write with.
I write for the reader,
I am a human poet all the way.
After fates are sealed
And the wounds
To scars now healed
After our ears are assaulted
And the barrage of abuse
Is halted
After tears stop flowing
And the fear of what is known
Becomes a memory of knowing
After the smash and grab
And the theft of innocence
The slamming door of the yellow cab
After all that follows after
And the 'and' past the 'and'
Beyond all the disaster
Lies the uneasy truth.. so clear
Of forgiveness
The future's only panacea
Yet my new enemy is nearby
Resistance lurking in my mind
For my new enemy is now; I
Its rich and charismatic smell
Entranced ancestors by its spell.
Caters to all tastes, young and old,
Strikes hot against the common cold.
Its secret lies deep yet well known -
Plucked essence boiled to the bone.
Favourite flavours that go in
Depend on cultural cuisine.
In winter, spring, summer or fall -
One Chicken Soup for every soul!
Fact, not folklore, no need to probe,
Taken as truth around the globe.
CS, like PS poem, indeed,
Heals bodies and cures souls in need!
August 25, 2023
just 50 years ago
i was very sick
no school, no play
couldn't walk alone
I came and went between life and death
due to pulmonary tuberculosis
in our neighborhood
No pharmacy pharmacist
No hospital or doctor
There was no health center
Only
Unlicensed pharmacist and doctor
there was a woman
Afraid to get her shot, I even fell down
She hugged me every time
and she cured me completely
Traces of it still remain but
no one called her to be pharmacist or doctor
rather chatted
50 years after that
I met her again with someone's help
cannot be expressed verbally or in writing
she passed through hard times
We met in a shabby diner
enjoyed light meal
Her fork was busy carrying me food.
A penny for your thoughts
a nickel for ideas
A dime for a discovery
two bits a panacea
Inventions of the mind are mostly fraught
as like as not to go for naught
Plunge them into real-life action ~
Don't spend your gold 'til they gain traction
poetry and alchemy
always existed
but did not realize
they were panacea...
One mans carcinogenic idea
Invade Ukraine amputate Crimea
But the tumour keeps growing
Now his sick cancer’s showing
A malignancy called North Korea!
By
David Kavanagh
The cud I rechewed // in the riverside // was from a sett of dreadful hemlock // that struck the aquifers of my soul.
Blight glue my night // as mournful as the grave-in my streets // silence defeats me.
I weep formaldehyde // I would go mad —naked // struggling for precision.
Until I bite through the pages of poesy // that charges the sapless pulse in my arteries: hope has feathers and many more.
In those poems I chew away murderer's hand // lurking around my shadows & ravaging it beyond repair.
In a short while // I would calligraph about God // for crafting out poets // who are small "god" in his image // I envied // yet, I'm a poet.
Damn me if I ever doubt that poetry isn't a panacea for poets.
let's find the panacea
being compliant, we will be happy.
Knowing the pain of its processes,
we will be in another vibratory state...
Let's release every arsenal at our disposal, educate ourselves for happiness...
Let us not suffer so much... let us understand the pain
as part of life...
pain of loss,
headache,
love pain,
let's live the after pain... everything passes,
but it repeats itself....the well-being too....!
LET'S LIVE THE BONANZA OF UNDERSTANDING!
WITH INTENSITY!
PANACEA
It said, cures all ills,
I took it, not for thrills.
Drowning sorrows for tomorrow,
I drank it, no help at all.
I shot up, but fell.
Therapist tried, oh, what the hell!
There are no remedies to mend
this broken heart.
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