Here rest my oars.
A killick thrown to the school of fishes,
To still my boat from the peering waves.
Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters,
Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes.
A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss—
Its stale mouth might stagger my rest,
And send my gathered fish fleeing the net.
Much of the mud my killick swallows,
So the wave won’t tug the boat an inch.
More students from the school must reach my net.
A long wait beneath the twilight-dimming sky.
Yet the fish market waits for a refill.
The cool breeze begs my eyes to close,
But hunger bites hard with its mocking teeth—
My killick just has to steady the float.
Categories:
wishy, boat, fish, fishing, sea,
Form: Free verse
Shines would soon be taken off poetry,
When machines replace humans as judges,
By then wisdom will have fled human minds,
Making AI seem more intelligent.
Poems churned out will then be wishy-washy,
Since standout ones will have been discarded,
As machine junks — confirmed by machines,
So undeseving of recognition.
As more and more inferior works are praised,
At the detriment of discarded fine ones,
Our brains will adapt to produce more junk,
And our age will be known for poorer arts.
But are AI-written poems hard to spot?
When all they write is devoid of feeling,
A mimicry of professionalism,
Yet widely accepted as genuine.
Categories:
wishy, care, engagement, feelings, future,
Form: Free verse
Brooding at the bar, Wishy was being a little bit washy.
The whiskey had made his speech a little bit sloshy.
I said, "Wishy, I have no idea ~
what is it you want me to say?"
He moaned, "Trishy was never really Wishy's, now was she?”
Categories:
wishy, best friend, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
Because I must not always cannibal or bubble or haggard
like carnivorous animal like a brave vampire like a brave
maniacal rebel like a warehouse wolf?.
Sometimes imagine how mermaids is governing water
or is swimming thus to the world - a - the- stranging?.
Lest me lot or lol the stone unknowingly tis shard
though bogger?.
Categories:
wishy, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
If ever a genie should say to me,
“I shall grant thee wishes three. Choose wisely!”,
wealth, perfect health, and immortality
my choices might be. Maybe not. Maybe.
Categories:
wishy, humor, magic,
Form: Rhyme
Longneck Cassidy, my hero from the fifties
A giraffe so charming his talent quite nifty
Picking apples was a breeze
Lower branches on his knees
Remembering him makes my eyes go washy wishy
Categories:
wishy, nostalgia,
Form: Limerick
To vascilate is never any fun
Either go with the other or the one
Riding the fence not the bull
Soon gives all a belly full
of Quickdraw McGraw with an empty gun
For wisdom catagory
Jul 29 2010 For John's Limerick contest
Categories:
wishy, funny
Form: Limerick
the moon crossed
the Northern Lights floats
as the stars
crashed into the sea
Categories:
wishy, imagination, inspirational, science, uplifting,
Form: Free verse