what's the game?
have i mentioned this before?
a local Italian set-up somewhere in the capital
with sable decor and steaks
is this marketing at its grandest?
polytechnic stuff
the way he pronounces ravioli
is superb
passing him by the bathrooms,
he's gone all cockney with the kitchen chefs
what a performance
this is
my mate Gaz knows how symbolism works
his astrological memoir drops in july
he's going on tour and i call him to say,
"bring it down."
on the way out, i yell 'bravo'
Mom's on the warpath,
"Get inside and take a bath"
(She says she wants us clean).
"Then put on your PJs and go to bed."
I turned that logic on its head.
(I'll tell you what I mean.)
Why should we wash up when
we'll just get dirty once again?
(That's using the 'ol bean!)
I do not watch TV
use it like a radio
listening to it
but rarely looking up
wonder if this is what other baby boomers do
I suspect it is
May He deliver—
chaotic behavior,
shameless, booming
across the courtyard
so everyone hears
the inane spoken one
after another—
proof of a god,
if only they had courage
enough to think that.
How easy it is to rise,
to take control,
only to watch them choose
the same as before—
pissant peasants, asleep,
dreaming still.
Dreams may come,
but waking is the problem.
Start over again—
no love to hold,
destructive thoughts
taking over.
His family—three crows—
watch as he decides:
he goes on.
Violence, therefore,
takes over
in true value
Darkness is purity
Sponsor: Rob Carmack - Contest Name '< 7'
Bare Autumn trees frowned - all their colorful leaves lay on the ground
Autumn holds them at bay – cold Winter winds want to come out to play
Seasonal work suited Autumn to a tee - rest of year fancy free
Just wanted to make a few things clear for my fellow poets
If you are going to use A I, to write a poem for a particular
contest, then be sure to let the sponsor know by adding
A I on top of your poem, so the sponsor of the contest
can then decide whether to use it or not.
I don't believe it is the responsibility of the sponsor to
check every single poem to see if it is A I or not
Please be honest about it if you are and let the sponsor
know.
If the sponsor has specified no A I, then please respect
that. After all we are all writers, and we all know that
we take pride in our creative abilities. So I am asking
if anyone agrees with me, please leave a comment.
This was not written to put down A I in any way
Its coming from a naive woman who just assumed
I am no longer that naive,
Please don't join any of my contests unless you are
planning to write me an original without the help
of AI,
Thanks
Vienna aka Mystic Rose
Your cheating ways, you've sunk so low,
to win contests - that isn't right.
You've used AI, few sponsors know
Your cheating ways
MY ideas form, it’s time to write,
(Unlike AI, my brain is slow)
When poem’s done, I feel delight!
But AI wins, it's quite a blow
It's unfair and I feel uptight
We're NOT blind sheep, I want to show
Your cheating ways
Oh, how fearful of the word “lovel”,we are!
Even between just friends and families.
Yet we hesitate to say it?
Yes~ people are terrified of that word.
I just do not understand.
In my case, it means, I accept and honor you fully.
How can I not? It does not mean" I am hot to trot."
I have and have had, the loves of my life and dreams.
It means, I honor you totally, without reservation, as you are
Withholding that word, brings not only fear~but desolate
isolation.
What say you? Your opinions are greatly appreciated!
Thank you.
3/15/2025
It always did seem On the Wings of a Dream
I’d Fly Away with you In My Heart -
through Singing Skies and Dancing Waters,
for Darling, The Music is You,
and The Gift You Are you have been from the start.
My Rhymes and Reasons, my divine Aspenglow,
Somethin’ About You, I can’t let go.
It seems I keep saying Goodbye Again,
watching you Leaving On a Jet Plane.
Then you’re Back Home Again and sweetest songs flow.
You can’t escape me, and I Can’t Escape you.
Poems, Prayers, and Promises prove this is true.
On Shanghai Breezes you Sail Away Home,
and I’ve Never a Doubt that for too long you’ll roam,
for you’ll Take Me to Tomorrow and more Songs Of . . . You.
some poems write themselves in six minutes
my last two which I cannot honestly claim
took my hands four minutes all together
who is using my hands?
I am a puppet to their wishes and whims
they use me as if I am a mere device.
Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way
Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday
Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said.
Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead.
Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way
Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday
Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said.
Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead.
Your soft lips make me so glad that I am with you now.
When I am in your arms, and you hold me, I feel so good some how.
You are the one that I need to be with, its so true.
When we are in a room full of talk my ears only hear you.
My eyes only see you in the day or in the dark my love so dear.
I beam when you are near, you take away all fear.
You know just what I like. Each gift you give it does mean so much.
I will wait and I will pray that a day may come as such,
You will get down on one knee and give me a ring very soon.
Each soul will join and it will feel as if we can fly to the moon.
Form the habit of using a bag:
Along the road hide your ugly rag,
About the contents of the bag brag,
Ready to lies and arguments drag
Or would you like Nasty Tongues to wag:
The Press you would have loved to gag…
Learn to price bag and pick up the bag:
Watchers won’t glimpse in your world your lag,
Even as you might soon out ***
In your night dreams nothing else but bag…
From tomorrow start using a bag:
Cheaper ones which had begun to sag;
About it no true girlfriend would nag,
Let alone an old cargo or hag.
In the land where sunshine kisses the sand,
Florida's shores, a technological hand.
Through wires and waves, its eyes ever keen,
Tracking our steps, in this digital scene.
From Tampa Bay's gleam to Miami's bright glow,
Smart devices whisper, so the records can grow.
Data points captured, where we roam and wander,
An unseen web woven, our movements to ponder.
Satellites above, their watchful gaze,
Pinpointing our positions, tracking our ways.
Cameras on highways, peering through the night,
Capturing each moment, tucked out of sight.
Through algorithms and code, a watchful domain,
Florida's digital realm, a comprehensive campaign.
Our habits, preferences, every click and tap,
In the depths of servers, they securely map.
But let us not fret, for technology's reach,
Can also empower, bring knowledge and teach.
In this digital age, where boundaries blur,
Florida's advancements, a path to explore.
So, let us embrace, the wonders it brings,
The knowledge it shares, the songs it sings.
But mindful we stay, as guardians of our privacy,
In this realm of connectivity and great ingenuity.
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