Inspiration should come from our own minds
Many poets are cheating, shame on them
AI is killing creativity!
Galling when people accept the glory ~
It's obvious a chatbot's written it!
No need to plagiarise, sadly some do
All of us have brain cells, put them to use!
Themes like nature are a good place to start
I get inspired by beauty around me
Often contest prompts entice folk to write
Now pick up your pen and write from the heart
“Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.” Carl Sandburg.
My creativity is soaring high,
like a butterfly in the bright blue sky,
Fran's cottage garden fills me with delight,
Inspired by nature, I begin to write,
I adore pretty flowers seen in spring,
you can almost hear woodland bluebells ring!
The rebirth of spring, and colours of fall,
these seasonal changes I love them all!
There's no need for AI or plagiarise -
if lacking ideas, open your eyes!
Walk over the open desert.
I still remember the clouds, the symbols.
How they rest in their high romance
living to teach the truth until it sinks
into a beautiful nothingness.
Pure minds sustain universes.
The spirit is aesthetic.
No less but more is enough but imagine it
distinct from being.
To be a phase in question and reason to an end.
Trusting a change, watching it love me.
Telling myself to not create with my ego
for the desire to be God is a fake identity.
Feels easier to plagiarise your own soul.
{XM}
Unpublished, 2019
I guess we can struggle when we sit down to write
But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right
When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true
I then begin to question, was it even written by ‘you’
If I google a few lines it will give me the answer
You’ve been caught red handed – you were a chancer
I just want to read poems that I’ve never read before
If I find stolen work I won’t read ‘yours’ any more
Why claim words from another writer, as it is a crime
You’ll never find stolen words in any poem of mine
Part 1 posted on soup 7th February 2015
Part 2 ...
To obtain contest glory and gong
You stole another's words, it's so wrong
Plagiarism is vile
You've done it quite a while
I’m hoping this is your swan song
Hollander died aged eighty three
So tell me how could it be
His work’s here on soup
‘you’ wrote it – that’s poop
Soup booted this fraud speedily!
Sadly the culprit has once again been posting stolen work soup even entering it for contests, thanks to eagle eyed souper's he has been removed once more.
30th December 2019
Why plagiarise
If you have an open
And creative mind,
Why waste your time
On rehashing others
Words or rhymes,
When you, I am sure
Have a unique take on life,
Paraphrase that’s OK,
Quote and credit
From whence it came
But plagiarising
Just seems to me
A waste of your talent
And in a way it cheats,
Those who first wrote those lines
Crafted those words
From their own mind
And you then creep up
From behind and try to steal,
Their praise and limelight.
To plagiarise is as good as a lie
Theft of another’s vision on life,
It’s tantamount to being a leech
And cultivating others belief,
Is just creatively lazy
And it always phases me
Because it’s not necessary.
Thief of words – the only one you fool is yourself!
24th February 2015
I guess we can struggle when we sit down to write
But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right
When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true
I then begin to question, was it even written by ‘you’
If I google a few lines will give me the answer
You’re caught read handed – you are a chancer
I just want to read poems that I’ve never read before
If I find copied poems I won’t read ‘yours’ any more
Why claim words from another writer, as it is a crime
You’ll never find stolen words in any poem of mine
7th February 2015
Treasured lyrics of life in my hard bound collection,
Melodious rhyming notes of heart and fingers unwind,
An age old piano, still and all, sings to perfection,
As I unfold pages to a daydream of heroic mankind,
Plagiarise every budding music of soul and mind !!
Written on 30/4/14
Sponsor-Isaiah zerbst
Entered for "101 in a row contest- off the bad wagon" poetry contest by PD A
VCBFJF KD R ( MY DOG WENT OUT )
(Xsfaahjim Version)
Vcbfjf kd r utrn fk ejn m ddk
Kroeme soent vpv vv a s frt rtrmkrkrn
(English version)
My dog went out one day
To find some kids and see them play
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Normal Note in all competitions states that
“Poems should be in English. Poems translated from other languages are not eligible, unless you wrote both the original poem and the translation.“
This poem is my own, translated by me, written by me originally in Xsfaahjim, a little known language of New Guinea, where I worked as a teacher for many years. This language is so little known that it is not even mentioned on Google. Let no one plagiarise this poem, in English or in Xsfaahjim , because I will surely know.
IN CASE I PLAGIARISE
My dog (1)went out(2) one day(3)
And (4)saw a pussy cat(5) there(6) at play(7)
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Note
To avoid accusations of plagiarism, I am adding extensive footnotes to all my poems in future. This is merely the first
(1) R J Ackerley MY DOG TULIP
(2) Henry David Thoreau WRITINGS Vol II
(3) David Nicholls ONE DAY
(4) W Shakespeare MERCHANT OF VENICE Act 1, Scene 2
(5) Hanna- Barbera TOM AND JERRY 1949
(6) Albert Einstein EINSTEIN QUOTES
(7) Simran Khurana CHILDREN QUOTES
Mad Monkey
The last summer
The last breath of the world
The last leaf
Has fallen
Bud open
Will not return
From the fell
Chain saw
The arms and roots
Branches filigree
Lungs
Breath no more
Of life
Continuous
Mad monkey
Set a fire in your house
Plagiarise the healing mists
As commonplace
Throw your misunderstanding
Into the briar patch
And hang from the bow
The gaunt edifice
Of fraudulent civilizations empire
The last piece of the puzzle
In the jigsaw of denial
Grabs its placatory moment
And sucks through the straw
Its sweet tasting milk shake
Impoverished soil
The last winter
The final gust
Of clean air
Wilted flower
Suffocated
Mad Monkey
Chokes on gratifications
Plethora of extinction
Tosses inconsequential litter
To the ground
Of its own foot prints
Poisoned
By its own greed
For life
The lost summer
The lost breath of the world
The fatal leaf
Is falling
Open bud
Can not return
From the fell
Chain saw
Of time
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