Ice water forms & falls as snow to a cold
and solid ground
Rainwater soaks the fertile earth with its liquid
subtle sounds
Leaves drop when time has passed as a signal of
seasons change
Hot summers bring dreams of autumn cool while
spring brings falling rain
Life mimic's the changing seasons as everything tends
to be in flux
Some walk unassisted with eyes to clouds when others
need a helping crutch
Everything changes over time for all things are on mother
natures clock
Even though time is a mind illusion we can't help but
keep a watch
Enjoy the beauty that life can bring as if it were poetry
for a given time
Everyday you're an artist applying strokes to canvas
while connecting words creating rhyme
Categories:
unassisted, nature,
Form: Rhyme
In baseball, this is something we rarely see.
An infielder without any help puts out all three.
He catches the line drive, and steps on second base;
then he tags out the runner at first in a chase.
It's happened only fifteen times in major league history.
I saw it occur in a Phillies game in 1990.
The player who did it was named Mickey Morandini.
Categories:
unassisted, baseball, history,
Form: Rhyme
It is well known
that the intelligence is artificial
and the weeping robot cannot weep.
It is less well known
that it will be quietly sold
as feeling and sorrowful and human.
Divinity of grand design
steps forward to fashion a void
that only divinity can fill.
God and gods
now generate the sentient being,
it will serve them forever.
God with gods
throw money at the druids,
they will engineer their eternity.
God of gods
commands light and life,
divinity falls upon its own.
Sing your mournful, robotic song,
shed devious tears,
you know you’re not a real boy.
I do not care
for the tragic blade runner
and I will never be moved.
Dry your tears, fondly deceived,
and dry his tears, surreal, not real,
I will die beyond him.
Proudly A.I.-unassisted
14th May 2019
Categories:
unassisted, technology,
Form: Free verse
Unaided and unassisted, you are solo, facing strenuous challenges, dealing with your crude, lonely emotions. As a vagrant beggar, your dressed in commoner's clothing, with grease marks blanketing your forehead. Constantly tormented by hunger, your stomach pangs with an emptiness, one that haunts your dreams and your nightmares. You have sunk, like an anchor, to the bottom, to a new low. You are trapped in a cold, abrasive feeling of depression, where you can't vanish. Your blackened shoes have rumpled your feet and brought sharp, hallucinating pains, as if your feet were being crushed by a grinder. Your back experiences aching, throbbing sensations, as if you have nestled with a porcupine. You are solitary and wrenching in recoil, like a machine gun after it has fired off a round, like a snake after it has snapped its curved fangs at you. For you, night is your daytime and day is your nighttime, it must be, in order to sneak and steal as you must. You are a runaway, bold, yet concealed, for like a candle, the flame residing inside you, the one that keeps you going, is slowly being extinguished.
Categories:
unassisted, life,
Form: Free verse
Without adornments it seems quite bare
Exposed as an item and seen very clear
Without protection some are seen vulnerable
Living in fear never comfortable
Without comment it is factual truth
Investigated thoroughly by many a sleuth
Without devices it's unassisted vision
Raising questions of exact precision
In all of these there's simply a lack
Positively defined for it's a fact
Some people live a simple life
Happy and free without any strife
When we choose to bare it all
It's clothing off, stand proud and tall
Live but once your life as you make it
Living simple is living naked
Categories:
unassisted, life,
Form: Rhyme
"Would you like barbeque chicken,
or country steak with gravy?"
"Uh, huh."
"You want both?"
"Uh huh."
Her tablemate drools, bottom lip
hanging. He stares at his menu,
waiting for someone to take his order.
An aide rolls a wheel chair to the table
for four. "Stay there!"
Her harsh tone seems inappropriate
for the tiny lady with frizzy curls.
"Mom, what would you like for dessert,
butterscotch pudding or chocolate cake?"
"Uh huh."
"You want both?"
"Uh huh."
Leftward movement draws my eye.
Frizzy curls is on the move.
She's booking out of the dining hall,
fast as her feet can peddle.
The trays arrive. I unwrap cutlery,
pour milk, place Mom's bib around her neck.
Her table-mate digs in, unassisted.
Mother stares at her plate, picks up
her fork, pokes at her food.
The fourth place at the table
remains empty.
Categories:
unassisted, age, food, life, mother
Form: Free verse
Dearness cloud ~ Tear grained servant to the sky..
Solitude is thy wound.. Condemned to weep....
A tower's leap above flesh.. Too be near ~
The good and stillness ye voice hast fallen..
Mid a dawn's serenade of all purpose....
A lavender scent....From an untold rose...
Whilst unassisted eyelids...Nod to tides...
Where some dream of gold...Whilst others gather..
Neath ye fountain's call for harvest colors....
Splendid aside thy natural harbor........
Bearer of streams....Clinging to snow summits..
Awaiting Spring.... And daybreaks thereafter..
There shall be no dusk after dawn in heaven ~
Nor earth...Whilst thee give me drink to endure...
Categories:
unassisted, life,
Form: Free verse
From the world
of Unspeakable
Delights, here you
come
walking and swaying down the
aisle - blessed
with sweetness and bathed
in tenderness - boldly
naked before
me
Anointed with
royal
charisma and power, you
trick me with your
silvery
voice and jolly disposition for
one
more chance to stare at
me uncompromisingly and
methodically
hand searching my soul and
body - faster and
faster - biting each
morsel in
before drowning lost
into my
eyes, intoxicated.
Breathlessly unassisted by your
mind, your
hands contort seeking a
way to either
touch me or find
shelter whereas your divine
lips shiver in distress.
On those
very - divine
indeed - lips of yours my world
gets done and
undone each and every
given day.
Categories:
unassisted, love, me,
Form: Free verse