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Expressions


Yesterday I wrote about observing facial expressions
so much can be said of the unsaid, where a smile often
it is a shield against the hurt of loose, unscripted words
AI, suggested it could help, I let it help, but the result
flawless, I must say, was no longer what I wrote
AI suggested I should alter some words to sound
more positive, overlooking the slight hesitation of one
not sure he is right, a lack of irony which I think is vital
in our daily life
My article about facial observance was no longer mine
it had little to do with what I was thinking at the time
I ask, how does AI know what a correct expression is

Improvising Existence

Improv is an unscripted comedy form.
Starting with an idea for a sketch,
actors interact with each other,
making up things as they go.

As one person responds to another,
“No, but…” squashes spontaneity,
while “Yes, and…” builds the banter,
propelling witty action forward.

Quick and clever dialogue
promises even more to come.
Then, after finding an apt ending,
a brand-new sketch can begin.

Our lives are also unscripted.
Improvising our existence,
we react to evolving situations
with “Yes, and” for guidance.

Whenever feasible and appropriate,
say “Yes, and” to others and to life,
for enhancing enjoyment
while building community.

And even in our final moments,
we can still say “Yes, and” to death
since there is much more to come
when the new sketch begins.


(First published in Spirit Whispers: Eclectic Writings on Spirituality on Substack, 17 May 2025.)   

(Image by Monica Silvestre on Pexels.com.)

Last Curtain Call

Days when it rained
Tapping rhythm on the rooftop 
The children stayed inside 
And would put on 
short plays 
unscripted theatrical performances Impromptu entertainment 
With a stage made of pillows 
mismatched sheets for theater curtains 
hung with wistful string 
Costumes put together from past Halloweens.
Actors portraying vibrant quirky characters 


The last curtain call 
was many years ago 
I still hear echoes of soliloquies 
hysterical laughter and extended applause 
Ringing from the past.
Now when it rains 
The roof leaks tears
In the puddles left behind.
All that can be seen 
Is the reflection of an old man.

JSB

The Slow Rot and the Coming Storm

We built it with soft hands,
stacked comfort upon convenience,
turned our backs to the gears turning in the dark.
Fed by silver screens and full stomachs,
we let the fire flicker,
too drunk on the warmth to notice the smoke.

They whispered,
“Don’t worry.”
And we believed them.
We traded vigilance for spectacle,
truth for something easier to swallow.
The cracks in the foundation widened,
but we called them character,
part of the charm of an aging empire.

When the first stones fell,
we laughed.
When the pillars trembled,
we turned up the music.
By the time we saw the beast,
it had already made a home in our halls.

And now, even the quiet places are waking up.
The ground hums with something unscripted,
a pulse beneath the broken roads,
a breath held too long.

Fists clench beneath dinner tables.
Voices sharpen in the night.
The forgotten, the overlooked, the ones who never raised their hands—
they are standing now.

The tide that carried us into sleep
has begun to pull back.
And in the silence left behind,
the storm begins to speak.

Vision

The eyes perceive the unscripted,  
A light emerging from oblivion,
Faith enhances its brightness as it draws near,  
While tenacity serves as the driving force,
The unscripted emerges from invisibility,  
Accompanied by awe and bewilderment upon its arrival.


February 13, 2025.

autumn's entrance

in change of season
autumn makes a grand entrance ~
with subtly chilled winds

twirl then arabesque
leaves are dancing a ballet ~
unscripted, unstaged

one last performance
their swan song without encore ~
bare, the maple limbs

Jules Reacts Review

"Her productions are perfection every time,
allowing all viewers to easily follow the storyline.
While other reactors react like wanna be celebrities,
Jules reacts real, unscripted, naturally,
and she does so with the most endearing personality.
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This has been a BILLYtheKidster Jules Reacts review.

A Trillion Souls

Satan hides
within the shadows
Among your thoughts
his evil trolls
His masquerade
beyond the body
  Feigning silence
inside your soul

He takes up space
at God’s indulgence
The part he plays
unscripted low
In brimstone’s fire
he finds acceptance
From prodigals
his demon’s flow

The battle royal
lasts forever
Cast in darkness
waits his throne
To live in shame
while unrepentant
A trillion souls
—one more to go

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

By All Means

Walk with me a little while
Look right at me with your smile
I'm lonely and I want you here
I long to see and have you near

A true companion, she is you
My chosen pardner in all I do
All means all, no thing left out
Only with, never without

Even things that may seem small
But like I said, all means all
And oh, how I would make you laugh 
Anything for my better half

I come unscripted, unrehearsed 
You're the chorus, I'm the verse
And always I will put you first...

And maybe you'd consider this,
If I made you laugh, a little kiss?

Villanelle No 1

In my youth, I remember an innocent time
When I dreamt that big dreams would come true
But all those dreams have since been stolen. 

Fate is made hard by the evil thoughts of men. 
Tho' I strove for good, ill luck accrued. 
In my youth, I remember an innocent time

When life was unscripted, the future was golden. 
Dreams burned as bright as the morning sun's hue
But all those dreams have since been stolen. 

Power is the motive behind the heart's assassin. 
Thus, life hurts like a sword turned in the wound. 
In my youth, I remember an innocent time

When I sought in vain the faith of a paladin
Who'd champion my cause, to be approved
But all those dreams have since been stolen. 

God curses both the righteous and the wicked
But punishment without fault seems cruel. 
In my youth, I remember an innocent time
But all those dreams have since been stolen.

Unscripted

The day arrives
blaming no one.
The sky wipes its face -
forgets.

Fated

And so it goes. Seated, contemplative. A sudden cacophony abiding. Many floods ebb then flow; good/bad. Memories distilled, truth distorts. Folly found fair ‘gainst fear flames fanned. Shame ignorance opened, book bound veracity logged. Guardrails bent, bowed, betray. Step, then step again, mindlessly tumbling ‘cross lifescape willy, tilting nilly. Ramble shambles consequences unvetted. Year strategy unfolds unscripted. And then once more. The chronological avalanche swift recall swipes quickly to next. Where I have been, never again, yet reminiscent, always. Trails erased and failed anew. Aging days no longer brighter, burning coals dim to ash till heat demise.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                erosion attitude
season’s grind edges away

saves stack each upon each

Microscopic

I am Microscopic
The Ant of Man
A speck of dust, a particle
A tiny grain of sand
 
I swarm in swarms on Mother Earth
I am the alpha of Her birth
It is me I worship, Pagan Man!
– In idolatry of all I stand

Forged in my own image, I am
Cut out, organic
Of plaster, dust and granite –
I am the earthen works, the pillars of antiquity
The Stonehenge of the mystic tribe; I seize
The crust, the mantle
The liquid rock and all that I can handle

Midas-like I have the touch
Of gold within my hand
Where water turns to wine
And dust into the Sands of Time –
I am Atlas Shrugged, I bend
Man and metal with my mind
I achieve the sky in shrieks and cries
– My shadow reaches far and wide

Of me, Myself, I sing, a deity
Manifest of destiny, statuesque
Unscripted and inspired
In dominion over everything: 
Water, wind and fire –

I raise my Mighty Self above it all –
I am the Architect, behold
My ego reaching high!
I am Alpha and Omega – it is I!

Microscopic? Only to the eye!

Modern Living

Which social travail must we suffer
Food banks and rampant inflation
Hunger and energy poverty
go hand in hand
We have our Hitler beasts again
Putin in the Ukraine
and discordant Politicians
Chameleon  Boris
and unscripted budget Liz Truss
and a PM who cant come clean on his GP

The world is knotted
El Nino with blurry eyes
Plays havoc
A repeat Summer Scorcher
Greenhouse accidents
Mother Nature cooking Earth on a spit

We live in a conjugated World
where Hunger chases its own tail
and inflation eats our living standards

Decoding the Message

DECODING THE MESSAGE

a gentle 
& tasteful
 critique
with
an ongoing
 preoccupatation
with
 figuration

a  change
in
direction
a collaboration
initiated
by
 memorabilia
of emerging
improvisation

a series
 concentrating
on fragments
 of imagery
 from
the  unexpectedly
&  overt
underlying

currently
 unscripted
this non-stop
 this
churn
now long long
forgotten &
 discounted ten
yet a
prized
 improvisation
of the
 intuitive
approach
 to a
creativity  
but
 so
compellingly
 strange

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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