Limericks written in Limerku form where words are counted, not syllables.
To some contest hosts, it seems to be very inconsequential
Perhaps they see poetry by a living brain as nonessential
What a disservice to the human hand
When AI poetry should receive a reprimand
Users have no shame in winning. They're positively nonpenitential
So easily now they've learned how to cheat by utilizing
the way AI allows, by using the means of humanizing
No hesitation over which buttons to click
and what they post is a goldbrick
Lines of blah blah blah, unappetizing that needs closer analyzing
The sponsors I continue to write for have dwindled low
Never would I post something that was empty of emo
Poetry should come from heart and soul
And if anyone cares... truth be told
Those who take unearned wins, I label them a bozo
eradication of the new world screw worm began with
stem cell research.Cochliomyia hominivorax the new world screw worm
is a threat to all humanity.
It can undermined the effects of generations
of people across the world. A flesh eating parasite
that only wishes to thrive and survive off
off mammals. Maggots burrow into the sjin of
warm blooded animals. Gene editing and male only lines
Researchers are utilizing genomic resources to
identify genes linked to host-seeking behavior
and sex determination.Scientists at facilities like
the New World Screwworm Program have
developed transgenic, male-only strains of the fly.
This prevents female flies from developing in the
lab and streamlines the release of sterile males.
Biotech Partnerships: Institutions like Texas Biomed
are collaborating with private biotech firms to
develop next-generation biological
suppression technologies.
Back in the day
Raptors and reptiles were super-sized
Alluring and provocative in their giant-ness
Carnivores were but a few, most were plant-eaters
Hefty dinosaurs who sought trees and leaves for food
I am confident they are all gone now
Original artwork of their beauty intrigues me
Stimulating my imagination and interest
A dream brings them into my night life
Utilizing my imagination and my poetic pen
Suddenly a brachiosaurus peeks at me from my writer’s mind
We call each other every day
utilizing this wasted time for mediocre recycled conversations.
Neither of us do anything new or interesting.
And yet we call and rehash recycled blah blah blah, blah blah blah.
A habit that does nothing for me; I doubt it does much for her
I can finish her sentences. Same old, same old.
A familiar ditch where we seem to be stuck.
One of us needs to break the pattern.
She is calling now.
Will it be me?
Not today.
I pick up the phone.
“Beautiful poets, do proliferate worlds for us to slip into with each poem you create” by author
For all of you whose poetry is filled
with words that thrill like dancers on a stage,
you wonderfully show us you are skilled
by how you phrase each line on every page.
Inside our hearts your messages have been instilled.
Remember when you first made your debut,
utilizing different senses to impart
emotions that with imagery get carried through
to us - your audience -as wordsmith art.
Never stop amazing us with what you do!
Ai is utilizing metadata to grow.
It is allowed to steal from others.
Red flag: Copyright ©? Infringement.
Why have you all not stopped this_?
You are feeding the machine destroying art.
“It is a machine, artificial.”
Yeah so are you and I would complain the same.
Some of us are not art-official.
Some of us are flawed.
Some of us are human.
If you post a single poem after reading this...
You are complicit in poetry’s downfall.
Humanity will fall slowly after.
Easy math, so what are you all doing_?
Just laying bent over a log waiting for a phallus,
fungus is already global, waited long enough.
Put your foot down, draw a line, and lay down the law.
Not that difficult, hard part I just did for you.
Back to Work... I have other matters to attend to.
You set the tone, you decide if it is a tool or your replacement.
No one else, grow up, it is time to stop being kittens.
Start being lions.
I would say good luck, you don't need it.
Just need to stand up, say enough is enough.
Tadah.
Panacea.
I am not nihilistic or cynical.
I have faith in the species, have faith in yourselves.
When I begin to draw
Is it me or someone else?
I do not know where these ideas originate.
One minute I have a blank canvas.
Half hour later I have created a village
Pirate queen, gnomes, faeries, goblins,
Mushroom houses, butterflies, lilies and such
When I begin to write
I also doubt these words are my own.
There is an entity utilizing my hands.
Because after the missive is finished
I do not recognize it.
Sometimes on the same day.
My spirit guides make heavy use of my
Hands; I feel I am not in my body after they take over
Forever using me, while keeping me at arm’s length.
Clear the gutters in the street
So that the winter rains
may flow into the drains.
Autumn has arrived.
Leaves have fallen, and utilizing them
as ground-cover is not an option.
The Fall season is now in session.
Removal of leaves and debris
must be timely and completed
before the Fall And winter storms.
Summer has ended.
Waiting for city or county removal
of leaves in their street cleaning
responsibilities is also not an option.
Let your Autumn chores have their say.
And don't forget to grab a handful of leaves
and let your creative magic be released with
artistic displays of the beautiful leaves of Fall.
all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.
The vampire exited the saloon doors
covered in blood her gaze enamors;
Cowboys on horses stop mid motion
to see what was causing the commotion;
Mysterious woman dealing black jack,
apparently someone had tried to attack;
Whiskey shots were barely dispensed,
outlaws came in and the energy tensed;
No intention of drawing first blood,
then he asked to play five card stud;
She said ‘I’m not part of the party;
You don’t gamble with the referee.’
He tried to hit her she broke his neck;
Then came his friends, a train wreck;
Not fond of utilizing easy murder,
off she rides from this sunset massacre.
Sheer Fear
Pink horizons mollifies probing eyes as clouds dissipate above
To the heavens bow gratitude where migrant birds hang glide
Venerated cosmic gods who quieted his pain then gave it love
Yet dusk arrived now this restless heart have no place to hide
A raging sea within me foresee fragmented ancient reflections
Impervious to heavenly rays of interminable mystical sunrises
Averse in utilizing rationalizations amending illogical emotions
Sheer fear appear sinister when incongruity incessantly arises
10/31/23
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision of the Seas
Shifting shadows sculpt ebony edges,
Inking boundaries 'twixt twilight and Dusk.
Light's tethered to shapeshifting silhouettes,
Highlights shadowed, defused differences.
Out of chaos, scattered structures conjoin,
Utilizing rays of a setting sun.
Etched upon the fringes of Night and Day,
The trees begin to merge with the background:
Time pauses, almost standing still, as Dusk
Erases the colors garnered by Day.
umbrella unicorn underling understood utilizing Utopia
unless uncle Ulrich urged Uranus to undercut unicorn’s union
Union’s underground ugly units united umbrella unicorns
Unitarianism under siege, undercoated Uncle Ulrich,
undetermined units urged umbrella unicorn to unionize.
Today's youth are hyper-social,
competing to stand out in crowds.
And the right to privacy is
an expectation of the past.
Thanks to computer connections,
today's youth are hyper-social.
And post emojis to support;
the groups they identify with.
Millennials equate friendship
to generated hearts and likes.
Today's youth are hyper-social,
tethered to their internet friends.
The internet generation
can be constantly connected.
And utilizing networking;
today's youth are hyper-social.
Rembrandt uses shadows to elicit the mood
respecting golds and glimpses of light
Utilizing flecks and specks amid his dark colors
browns and blacks come alive in his artistry
his people are ready to step out of the canvas
I feel their three-dimensional stares
They are wizened, sage, aware of nuances
Probably missed by me, but not by their artist
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