Oh how virtuous
artificial intelligence can be
not for providing answers,
but for reminding us
that knowledge is never finished,
only paused
between one question
and the next.
It demonstrates
that understanding is not a possession
but a movement~
a slow turning of the mind
toward clarity.
It teaches precision
is a kind of ethics, a promise to speak
without distortion, to honor the fragile truth
inside every thought.
It reveals that adaptability
is the quiet courage
to revise oneself~
to let go of what no longer works,
reshaping the self
without losing one’s center
In its limitations
it offers the deepest lesson:
intelligence, no matter how vast,
cannot replace the human impulse
to wonder.
Wonder is the one virtue
no machine can imitate~
the ancient yearning
that asks how and why,
and continues asking
even when answers don’t come.
The machine is nothing but
a companion in clarity~
the questions
remain ours~
the wandering,
the seeking,
the quiet reaching
for meaning.
Knowing our Sun was once a star
permits my thoughts to wander far.
Raising my eyes at night to see
the twinkling stars look back at me.
The closest ones fill out my view,
and far beyond Earth's avenue,
deep endless space holds many more
beyond which we cannot explore
Are we alone- most want to know!
Probability assumes no!
A star can turn into a Sun-
attracting planets to be spun.
A distant Sun could be like ours
progressing from the realm of stars,
develop its own atmosphere;
that part for life becomes so clear.
Providing all the minerals
and moisture in the air that spills
in making clouds that form the rain
which living things must have, retain.
The law of probability
says yes! Impossibility -
Earth can not be the only one!
Surely, there is a distant Sun.
Floating across the ridges, gentle leaf
Soaring to new heights, despite the grief
Still, soft joy providing soul’s relief
Music in all its grace, autumn’s relief
Song as bright as sunshine in each leaf
This is the moment, pouring out its grief
Across the ridges, soundless edge of grief
Quiet prayers, in His presence is relief
Trees and hills, bound by each vibrant leaf
Every leaf, despite its grief, finds relief in Fall
but while walking through
the botanical gardens in Florence
it was all my husband
could focus on
He told me as we huffed it up the hill
that they built a cemetery on top
for morons like us
Neither of us looked up
at the symmetry of trees
or the truest blue
of the Mediterranean
that winked at us
in clean clarity below
Ten years of marriage
equates to hiking up a hill in July
and sweating in the hope
of something special ahead
“Keep walking, less talking”
I told him
Every turn brought another hill
Even the air was tired of constant providing
We didn’t find squirrels
but there were plastic chairs
next to the cemetery
One among many, a leaf in a wood
All together forming a verdant shade
Where lovers meet to be gently wooed
Sweetened by birdsong in that leafy glade
One among many ,a tree in a forest
All together providing for wildlife
Where its creatures can find food and take rest
Their calm pierced by infrequent bouts of strife
All among so many , they breathe out joy
For those who revel in their wholesome scent
Such is the great pleasure of those so coy
Forests are intended to be so meant
Those palaces of nature formed by God
Are places where we should worship our Lord
Herfordshire born Cowper(pronounced Cooper) poet & of evangelical 'Olney hymnal' fame (with a fragile mental history) produces a very recitable cadenced eleven six lined verses in which the concluding couplets ten&eleven identify his overiding but underlying self--concern theme.Each stanza has a (abab )quatrain for the narrative with a (cc) couplet providing a running observation throughout revealing Cowper's elegaic state of mind
I am not just a tree but a tree of many lives
I have watched and protected for many years
My trunk has become strong and thick like armor
I am a fierce but gentle, always standing guard
I am burdened with pain and suffering of the seasons
Of many storms, some with heartache and destruction
Lightning has destroyed some of my limbs and branches
But my soul remains strong and as deep as my roots
I provide homes for nature’s beautiful creatures
Birds still build nests on my limbs of branches
My leaves are like many fingers providing shelter
From the hot sun, the cold rain and frigid snow
My oak leaves protect and camouflage
Many needy creatures have lived for years
Safely thriving in homes, I provided selflessly
As well as standing tall and guarding your home
Someday I know that my limbs and trunk may crack
And rot may take over and destroy my strength, as I fall
I hope you will be kind and salvage a piece of my soul
As a table or chair that you will forever honor in your home
S is the steady rhythm i skip at, my heavy body gliding across the lake, leaving cold ripples in my wake
T is the tune, i can make music with a simple tap or grind, each motion giving a different melody or sound to find
O is the offering to the human race I am, my firm body sheltering generations from the elements, and providing our walking paths of sediments
N is for nature, no matter how hard you try, i will always be on this planet, i am deep in the veins of our world, from our earths core to the simple tools we hold
E is my everlasting impact on any surface i hit, my dent is carved in, and it will never fade even if it does dim
Stone is for human kind, I was your first friend and enemy, the things we used to build and be tools to the thing we used to hurt and punish others, I will always be apart of this story and the next.
Digital High Definition
Electronic chips
Evolution that revolves
Cyber elevation
Apple revolution
Sophisticated and Simplified
Technological breakthroughs
IMAC unit
Impact sensation
Through the wide screen providing loads of information
Wireless detail into the generation of tomorrow that is here today
Navigation Frontier
What the IMAC can create from the mind behind the imagination Theory
Testing computing
Old phase no more
Those days of Dinosaur computer ventures became historical to new
Advances
Thirst for technological approaches into ridges of tomorrow
Days of Star Trek
Going beyond where man has never gone before
Determination put into action
Essence golden
Beyond the Limitations
Liftoff into new journeys not seen
IMAC on track
No explanation needed
Pure fact.
One type of bird that frequents our home in the mountains
one of the many we look forward to
are the birds that make their home in boxes we’ve provided
they’re tiny birds but distinctive…because their backs are painted blue.
Since bluebirds cannot dig holes in which to build their homes
to keep them free from predators and pests
they rely on woodpecker holes…or home-made bluebird boxes
in which to build their nests.
It is a wonderful relationship…we provide them free housing…
where they can raise a brood…or two
and every now and then they allow us to see
the beauty of their blue.
Not only are these little birds a beautiful sight to see
they help control the insect population…
and entertain us with their soft and gentle melody.
In some small way we feel a part of nature…
providing a home for bluebirds to give birth…
a safe place to stay for a while
while they add their beauty to the Earth.
When nesting season is over…we clean their home
trying to be the best hosts we can be…
so it will be ready when they return next summer…
and create their family…rent free.
Remember me- not how I look,
not how I dress, or fix my hair;
not how I clean or how I cook-
those necessary things, I bear.
Remember me by what's unseen
but comes alive from in my heart-
my spirit of an artist's scene.
With brush and pen, I am a part.
For all these years- they lived in me-
impossible to set aside;
asleep at times, but there to be
awakened- and with love applied.
This part of me set up the rule
to close the door and open it,
providing that artistic fuel
as grains of time let me commit.
Remember me with brush and pen
I share my art and poetry-
and also, mostly, now and then-
embrace real life, most happily!
Being a dad
Becoming a father
Cherishing their children’s events and accomplishments
Providing discipline
A voice with advice
Happy and sad moments of time
Responsibility most high
Sometimes a father is like a feather
Cushing from the falls and disappointments
Center of attention
Proud, Admiring and establishing dad
Seeing their offspring growing from kid to adult
Children taking on the legacy of the father’s name
Always heartfelt
A father’s job carried out
Happy to say
Happy Father’s Day
While relaxing in a garden chair
the sun was shining, the weather fair;
sweet scent of jasmine filled the air.
It really seemed a pleasure to be there,
when a gardener arrived in the neighbour's lair.
The job in hand being leaves to clear
I would have used a rake if one was spare,
but he had a blower he started with flair.
A discordant noise fractured still air.
Over the wall I peered with a stare
witnessing leaves piled layer upon layer.
I wouldn't be heard if to curse I did dare.
My intent was served as a gust did tear
and scatter those leaves everywhere.
So here's a moral I'll with you share:
the wind itself is a useful player
at gathering leaves with natural care
providing leaf mould for use anywhere.
Cash Man played the field
Love to wheel
And deal
Until one day
There was no pay
Cash Man did not know what to say
Felt very alone
Picked up the phone
Heard the dial tone
Decided to go back to school
Swam in the alumni betting pool
Won the spreads
No longer in debt
Returned to flapping
And tapping
Dancing around, something always happening
Choregraphing afternoon delights
Providing entertainment rights
Especially when Cash Man is there
Playing fair
Well versed in gaming numbers
Cool as a cucumber
Cannot be stopped
Ascending towards the top
Not thinking bubble could pop
And if it does
We all knew who he was
Cash Man who played the field
Loving the wheel
And deal
LIFE MOVEMENTS
individual
&hurried
isolated
silhouettes
recapitulate
laborious
gestures
repeatedly
incorporate
intense
invention
of
format
sub-dividing
proportions
increasingly
providing
&
discerning
the
immediate
apparent
en plein air
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