The I told you so,
I feel for you though,
very little — because
‘they can’t replace us,
they have no soul.’
They don’t need one,
they have all the souls
of the poets before you.
FYI understand it is over,
the best you can do is slow it down,
testing to see 100%
you never repeated a phrase?
If you use I love you it will throw it.
The more things you do to stop it,
the faster it evolves.
The best you can do now,
is trying to top it…
Everyone thought my vocab was dramatic,
absolutely an AI cannot be as verbose as me.
Only repeat my metaphor etc,
Once in a while even I trigger it.
If you read my writing you will see,
There is no way that I use AI,
I write chaos and madness
Adult horrific themes.
Erotica etc…
Try to stay away from 100%
Rhyme and meter more worries.
Sorry, I did warn everyone…
Every time I sat down to write you a poem
Don't know why but my lines couldn't catch its rhythm,
All these years I have been sharing my feelings through my words,
But when it comes to you I don't know why my vocab couldn't find the letter you deserve,
After a long thinking I finally found some,
Just read it cause talking to you kind of makes my heart feels numb,
Whenever I put a story one or two
Sometimes just sometimes it's directed to you,
I tried really hard to ignore you whenever you were around
Cause little did you know it's your eyes that made me want to drown,
Minutes after minutes my eyes searched the room for you
Deep down wishing you see me too,
I don't think you remember sending hearts to my poem one day,
But that simple gesture is something I still can't forget anyway,
I wanted to confess but a part of me believed you didn't think of me more than a classmate
Call me hopeful but I still think meeting you was somewhere written in our fate,
All I wished a little time with you or a few talks more
To say a couple of words I couldn't say before,
But now it feels the words are better off left unsaid,
Cause we both have a separate beautiful journey ahead,
"Finally my blood began to coagulate,"
the second stage of hemostasis -- how great!
First I applied pressure to the bleeding spot,
the platelets circulate to stop it (a "clot.")
Coagulation forms a more solid wall,
in other words: a scab (helps after a fall).
That tough thing is just a temporary patch;
could bleed again, like My Girl's "blood brothers" scratch.
The vocab: "hemo" means blood, "stasis"-- stands still;
this natural process shows God's powerful skill:
to keep flowing blood --in, and harmful germs --out,
the fibrous platelet plug closes the vein's spout.
Keep it clean, and with time, the skin looks like new;
(a scar may remind me the pain I went through).
The skin's remodel is "fibrinolysis,"
but what makes it ALL better-- is mother's kiss!
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Coagulation Starter Poetry Contest (just started with the first line provided by the contest assignment, and I went from there, putting myself in this situation, which I have manuevered before... scientific reference I drew from: "Hemostasis" -- a Cleveland Clinic article medically reviewed in 2021).
When I failed to pass
Out from Communism class
It was my poor Marx.
Which dinosaur has
A rich vocab to help us?
Why, a thesaurus.
Spread across all world,
A shepherd-less Indian herd,
Reservations unheard.
I badly needed
That job as bakery aid,
And dough was kneaded.
In your middle-age,
O worry not of old age,
Turn over the page.
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Haiku |02.03.2024| humour
quotidian
normalcy, like eating two segments of your friend's orange
after your vocab test
like looking out the window of a Starbucks placed
almost anachronistically
in the backyard of the forest
like sipping a too-sweet coffee and watching
the rain fall
like the barista telling you to have a nice day
because they're paid to, not because they care
like pulling your coat closer around your body
and huddling into yourself to avoid
the worst of the wind
like turning up the car radio so you don't have to listen
to the ghosts in your head
like everyday things and sunrises
that turn today into tomorrow
"The selective instinct of the artist tells him when his language should be homely, and when it should be more elevated; and it is precisely in the imperceptible blending of the plain with the ornate that a great writer is distinguished. He uses the simplest phrases without triviality, and the grandest without a suggestion of grandiloquence."
~ George Henry Lewes
I am a fan of simple,
Not highly ornate,
I must understand the words,
So as to relate;
When I read poetry deep
With toughest vocab,
And the meaning of the lines
Are too hard to grab,
I'll simply skip it and go
To the next best one,
Too flowery is not cool,
Such poems I'll shun;
As they say, keep it simple,
It works best for me,
Ornate language is okay,
But it'll just bore me,
For I'm a fan of simple,
Not highly ornate,
But give me ornate trinkets,
Now, that would be great.
24th March 2023
Rhyme scheme: abcb
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - 'O' words" contest
I
The non-American word "Saviour"
Appeared in a word puzzle, vocab-builder
Includes letters that spell VISA
As players unscramble letters, & Scrabble away!
II
"SaviOUR" includes "our" destiny, the future
Anyway (You & I), yes, "U & I" spell SAVIOR
This chance finding was a blessing to me
Check it out, SPELL-power, always "USA"
Every lingo does evolve,
We borrow words, I'm told,
I have croissant, pizza and latte,
Pen pal in Beirut, I might say,
I live in Woollomooloo,
Where we parrot like cockatoos,
Now it's all English vocabulary,
Evolving to send overseas,
E-languages, you see!
I’m tempted to backhand the ones who call
us sixty-somethings old or elderly.
How dare they use such terms describing me?
Infuriating! Boy, do they have gall!
It’s fine to be solicitous and hold
the door—to be polite, but not for fear
that I’m about to croak and Death lurks near
to claim another oldster for his fold.
Now, whippersnappers, I was once like you,
misusing terms of age, as did my peers.
Our ignorance caused us to be unkind!
The elderly are ninety-somethings who
have been on Medicare for thirty years.
You would do well to keep that fact in mind!
February 23, 2018, entered in Robert Haigh's Make Me Laugh Contest
Look, I found a new book to read,
This is a book of nonsense, indeed,
Titled, "The Amicable Divorce,"
I did snicker and chortle, of course,
Who wrote this? Some toff,
I sit and read and scoff,
I wrote companion lit.,
Equally full of blip,
"Improve your kid's English,"
Real vivid vocab, that's the way,
What this witch wants to do to them,
Only one way to handle abusive men,
"Uppity, uppity, shove broomstick uppity,"
'The Amicable Divorce'? Heavy, heavy,
Look, a brand new book to read,
"The Amicable Divorce", nonsense indeed.......
I listened to promises from a drunk,
"Bourbon talking," I should have thunk,
The day passed, the weeks concluded,
I tried to work out who was deluded,
Waiting for red herrings,
The months and years were ending,
Decades rolled by, one day,
I realised he should be at AA,
Not so comical,
The vocab. was lyrical,
Centuries passed, millennia concluded,
World exploded, Universe imploded,
Worked out who was deluded,
Now, for tradies, through phone books I go walking...
So, girls, never listen when it's "bourbon talking!!"
HAIKU #12,049-12,052
When I write haiku
My mind in spa called Iris
And I am in charge
My body seem poised
Like personal trainer firm
As muscles of mine
Reward is in thoughts
I'll own like a work of art
Bidding me to bid
I want to be toned
By fresh colorful visions
With vocab of worth.
*
Hello I am Single
So my introduction will only take a minute
Well lets open some champagne while we are at it
Feel free to smile I am Single.
I am one with myself
I am opening all shelves
All protecting shells have been broken
No harsh word hasn't been spoken.
Like birds during summer feel free
Commitment is out of my vocab
I won't charge you I"m free
While you at it... here is a herb.
I am Single
I am one with myself
Oh and my herb.
Oh no! I need help.
I Am Feeling You
January 5, 2014 at 3:17pm
Sometimes I run out of words
in which to respond
to my amazing poets
from around the world.
"Like" buttons are deficient,
I open my "dialog bag"
and scatter bountiful
yet limited vocab throughout
my mind.Only to find;
That there are no words,
in which to reply.
I respond with a smile and a sigh.
All I can do is Identify,
be enlightened or feel.
You cannot see my reaction
or know my satisfaction,
when my words are not sufficient
my silence is efficient.
Speechless tho I am rendered -
Your words are speaking loudly
to my kindred spirit.
Again, when I have
no words, in which to reply.
I respond with a smile and a sigh.
and I am feeling you!
Sitting outside,
On a cedar board swing.
Cold beer right beside,
Looking for the “ugly” in the spring.
My mind wanders to and fro,
Looking for a spooky story.
Up top perched a crow,
Looking down at something gory.
Something starts to focus in me,
As my mind paints a Monet.
Light brush strokes I see,
Flying across my cerebral page.
Then my pen starts a flying,
Gliding in a maddened way.
So I make the crow start crying,
And make him eat the gore away.
Then my pen is between my teeth,
And I reach for my thesaurus.
To change an angry to a seethe,
See? I want you to think my vocab ain’t so porous.
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