Ever since ‘rap’ replaced ‘tap’
Talent has taken a very long nap
Soon to be replaced by AI
Some poets curse
Others yearn for
the 'good old days'
of wracking our brains
for just the right metaphor
or the perfect simile
So. I plead guilty to writing facsimiles
~ ‘cos NONE of the above applies to me
I don't deserve someone good
I need to clean myself up
But the person I was is hidden
where only I have to pat down to find
But don't look near the carpet, you'll find how bad it is underneath
im woven in ways even the people who got me still can't figure out
i move everywhere im not supposed to be
worn out and torn
from the things u no longer wanted
And it's turned me into something horrible
something that just needs to be thrown away and replaced
throw me away
And forget about the things u once loved before
Im not the same
im not the person anyone wants anymore
A wedding is a gamble
A marriage is a leap
High divorce rates indicate
We just get-ridda the creep
Paper cups and paper plates
Disposable diapers too
Once they’re used, out they go
Same with spouses ~ POO-da-loo!
I want you to know that you will always be apart of my life
There's no one who could fill your shoes and fill them right
True we may have had our share of ups and downs
You would always be a treasure that I've looked for and found
You have left marks and signatures that became apart of me
You have helped me to learn this new person i came to be
You had patiently listened to me as I cried
You didn't try question me or ever ask why
You were able to understand me when no one else did
When I didn't want to talk I ran to you and hid
I had always shared with you things that I was ashamed of
Having relationships with others was never enough
They weren't able to learn me as a person the way you had
They didn't understand my silent words or able to make me laugh
We spoke with our eyes and knew each other's emotion
When it comes to different ideas we shared the same notion
I've was always accepted by you and was able to be myself
I would never find these exact qualities in anyone else
I hate it when my friends drift, far away,
New towns, new dreams, new skies of grey.
I know that life gets loud and fast,
But silence hums are like broken glass.
Those promises and chats we made,
Are ghosts that never seem to fade.
Those old chats, those fading words,
Still tear me down when no one’s heard.
I don’t want to fade, to be replaced,
A name in chats that time erased.
I’m still right here, same heart, same tone,
Yet comfort now feels so strange, alone
2025.05.11
A.I. helps or replaced human.
I enjoyed window browsing
Shopping but not reading catalogues.
Physical travelling instead of videos watching,
The David Attenborough.
Which would not give you the satisfaction,
From all your body senses.
I always dream off being able to
Swim in the oceans, emerged my body totally.
Climbing up all the steps
Of the light houses and high towers,
Walk on the water breakers,
To witness how the ocean water
Smash onto the man made features.
Watch the waves splashed the piers
And stamp my bare feet
Along the sandy beach.
AI could not help me
To do all those life' s activities,
With its help, I might be travel better and further.
I might be able to enjoy musics and songs
From another levels, but I still wished
To do things on my own.
and she was the golden ticket
who didn't fly with me
she didn't make it home in time
she ran inside
of the pain in doubts forced upon hands
hands made of gardens
and wrote to me of hatred
backwards in times twisting cowardice
her nickname was cc
and we fell in love
the purge of our homelessness begins again
she had a son in the beginning of time
and Valentino's fragrance sang to me
stilled in the files of hell
when i emerged they told me
she overdosed
sincerely, lost irish
? What's the cost of having a place,
we all are in a race ??
Trying to be the best,
and stand out from the rest.
No one cares about our efforts,
in the long run the way diverts.
Stay at your own pace,
You are just running behind a imaginary race.
Trying hundred of times, is that a crime.,
or may be worse than a sour lime.?? ?
Randolph Peter Best
thought he was a better drummer than all the rest
but his new band wouldn’t put up with such malarky
and he was soon replaced by Richard Starkey
*For those who don't know-Richard Starkey is aka Ringo Starr*
Lumbering bulldozers grind
and rip trees and shrubs
from the empty lots, competing
with gas fumes, the noise
of trucks, and honking horns
on the busy thoroughfare.
Two gracious houses,
once precious home to families,
but long abandoned
and fallen into disrepair,
smashed to kindling,
hauled away for scrap
Just up the grassy hill
behind our senior residence,
we’ll watch another
commercial business go up.
Recent car wash on the corner,
now another bank? Fast food?
Alongside our apartments,
in the past, a Christmas tree farm,
sweet smelling pines replaced
with roads and new homes,
manicured lawns and two-,
sometimes three-car garages.
Countryside eaten away
by ever-increasing population
with insatiable desire for the
shiny, new, bigger and better,
for the quick and easy,
immediate convenience.
Afternoon teas exchanged for
socially beneficial cocktail parties.
Casual-, even sports-wear, in
the finest restaurants, rudeness
and boorish comments the norm,
“Gracious” suffering a slow death.
Google has replaced my doctor now.
I try to get up and my back screams YOW!
I have to think about it, every move is an ouch.
I want to climb back into my mother’s safe pouch.
But she is safely tucked away in heaven now.
And I am stuck in this world where an ow is an OW.
My back is shrieking with every flicker and move.
I am no longer able to dance, shake it or groove.
Googling back pain for my age is sobering I’ll say.
No matter what, there may be pain every day.
Because I need to stretch, which I no longer do.
I guess I’ll start tomorrow, wouldn’t you?
The F-Bomb has all but been replaced
As the naughtiest word in the english language
By this new extremely naughty four letter word
Yup! You guessed it... SNOW!!!
The notorious S-Bomb!
Parents shudder when their wee one utters it in public
Oh the shame of it all
The parents try so hard to bring their kids up
As upstanding, polite, law abiding little fellows
And then this... they feel like total failures
“I think it's going to S-Bomb!”
A little guy shouts out at the mall
The parents cringed with terror
Your deadly silence persists in wounding me
Its pierce gets louder, more deafening each day
Trying to honour your request to be 'just friends'
Is a futile attempt in every which way
Though my mind may be mislead by the challenge
My heart remains steadfast, in no way on board
Profound feelers like me, we cannot be tricked
By the blade of a double-edged sword
November 29, 2020
She had both her knees replaced,
And problems we forever faced;
Shoes tennis,
Real menace;
Hard for long shoes to be laced.
Jim Horn
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