Back Off, Microsoft

AI

I don’t want a copilot

when I write

ever.

You can

clean my house,

wash my clothes

maybe even do my taxes.

But do not “help” me

when I write.

While I will gladly

(though guardedly) 

take suggestion after,

while I write

its just me,

my thoughts

and my feelings.

So go away

AI                                                                    

Untitled - NaPoWriMo #18

There is so much

wrong with my society:

institutionalized corruption

institutionalized injustice

institutionalized sexism

institutionalized racism

 

Sometimes it seems the best thing

to do is to set the world on fire

and just start over.

 

But, of course, I would

never do anything like that.

Though, I might cheer softly

if you did.

 

Anyone need a light?                                                               

Friday 55 - Catwalk

I live in the country.

I have a barn, and barn cats.

The cats come with me on my walks.

I walk a long way and they have short legs.

Summer get so blasted hot,

and the winters get bitterly cold.

 

I tell them to go home

but of course, being cats,

they don't listen.

                       

 

This is for Hedgewitch at Verse Escape who carries on the good work of Friday 55 started by Galen.

Friday 55 - Of Cats and Cars

Some days I feel
like a slinky, black cat
tiptoeing gracefully through life
feeling sleek and
mysterious,
giving you
a knowing wink
 
Then there are days
when I feel as if
someone put sand
in my gasoline,
chuffing
and sputtering,
hardly able to work
my eggbeater hairbrush,
about to break down
at any moment.

Friday 55 - Otis

My blind dog whines

because he wants me to play tug.

He does not whine

when he bumps into the door frame,

or the chair I forgot to push in.

And if I make him stay home

when I go somewhere

he always welcomes me back

with doggy exuberance

and more love than I deserve.

This is for the Friday 55 at Verse Escape.

Friday 55 - Look Out

I think one day

the world will be taken over
by grey haired, women poets.
They are a radical bunch
eloquent, but enigmatic
with their coffee and tea and gin
their gardens, their books
and their views
that society should
be tipped on its head.
So, if you’re at the top
brace yourself
because it’s coming.

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The Trouble with 'The Trouble with Poetry'

Today I read

the 'Trouble with Poetry'

by Billy Collins

and the trouble with that is

that now I want to steal

those words he has written,

which is exactly

what the poem is about.

Well, exactly, sort of,

in the way poetry is always

about something, but it’s really about

something else altogether too.           

Autumn Fruits

 

Over at dVerse Poets' Pub Laura has asked us, keeping September in mind, to write a nine-line verse, taking one of several lines from different poets so that each consecutive word becomes the start of the next line of the poem. I chose the following:

Those/ pale /flowers /might /still /have/ time/ to /fruit  from Karina Borowicz’s ‘September Tomatoes’ 

 

Those autumn evenings grow crisp at the edges.

Pale moonlight spills on fields as that first star

flowers in the darkening sky.

Might this inexorable transition towards winter

still surprise us, still catch in our throats?

Have we lost our awe of beauty, death,

time slipping into past?

Today we should enjoy the final

fruit, sweetened by September’s breeze.

Growing Pains

There is treasure all around

but you blacken and turn inward.

You are an ink blot

on an illuminated manuscript

a burning nettle

in a field of wildflowers

a sliver

in the pink pad of a finger

Let me help you pack

your blanket and suitcase.

You no longer belong

or want 
to be here. 


55 Words for Hedgewitch at Verse Escape.