This is sung to the tune ( If I only had a brain ) from the Wizard of OZ
I could write a super sonnet
In fact I'll get right on it
Now I have AI
I'll affect a new transition
Create like a magician
And give this tech a try
My rhyming will suffice
My miter quite concise
Perfection I will buy
I can write just like a wizard
Use my name for a vizard
That no one could deny
I could write....... each perfect line
Con---juring thoughts no one could fine
And when I'm asked, I'd say they're mine
I will be the best of poets
Everyone would surely know it
I say this with a sigh
Cause if it's, really all that easy
You too could be that sleazy
Composing with AI
A I...diot
Categories:
vizard, humor,
Form: Rhyme
There is a tapping at my window.
At first, i think it to be
a ghostly vizard
commanding my attention
with long, crooked fingers waving,
greeting me as an old friend.
The more i stare, the more i am unnerved,
but as the wind eases,
the tapping eases too,
and the storm of my thoughts settles.
Provoked by the frightful breeze,
you are but a humble tree.
Categories:
vizard, tree,
Form: Free verse
Head down, ear pricked in curiosity,
The vizard of sleep dancing across
Plump, pink, tired cheeks.
The thump-thump-thump,
A familiar beat, pounds against
Almost-resting ears.
A sound locked in memory,
One that weathered the storm
Of a troubled infant’s sadness.
Not-quite sleeping, eyelids fluttering,
She reaches out for the warmth
Of mother’s hand.
An exchange of heat awakens
Tactile memories of that same touch
From years long gone.
No longer an infant, nor a child,
But secure in the lock-and-key embrace
Of maternal love.
In mind’s eye, those hands are unchanged;
Adorned with gold and sapphires,
Marked by a life lived well.
Blonde gave way to grey,
But the beauty of her youth only aged
Like a cask of the finest pinot blanc.
Tired eyes open once more,
Graze mother’s face carefully
And remember every detail.
Mother’s safety is remembered once more,
Tightly wrapped in the memory
To look back upon once more.
For Mama’s birthday.
Categories:
vizard, birthday, childhood, family, mother,
Form: Free verse
was sitting on a warm floor coated with green layer....
watching light covering d clouds dark haze...
my eyes r getting closed as was strucked by dream catcher...
a flash back has been started in my mind of u as a maze...
pictures of u has been wrapped in my thoughts ...
a glow of mine can be seen staring at u...
love ws d magic behind glow and all aughts...
a crystal line has been formed around it following cue...
suddenly echo of your voice has been heard ...
cracking of that line.. beneath leaving my heart burning..
quick reverse journey started in my eyes which was vizard...
i was sitting in that floor alone watching my love crushing...
i stood there as was lifted up by my hope hands both sides...
i looked for a tree through which clouds cannot be seen...
i lay down there washing my eyes through tears....
but hope has been there by my side and my heart in between...
love pari
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Categories:
vizard, desire,
Form: Dramatic Monologue