Discomfort
Like a pebble loose in my shoe
your face
your smile
bouncing around my memories
rubbing tender spaces raw
10. A.I
10. A. I
In the very near tomorrow
Artificial Intelligence is a fact not a dream
An intelligence from human kind they wil initially borrow.
And then surpass humans as a team.
Predicted by Asimov and Stephen Hawking
Robots will be superior by far.
Motional and intellectually talking.
In the 80′ s KITT was just an imaginary car.
The world as we know it would change and evolve.
Coding, robotics and genetically modified,
buzz words round and round will revolve
Until A. I will rule and be ratified .
Will humankind adapt or become extinct?
Will AI allow us to populate and survive
Arguement is rife with a possibillty so distinct
That AI will humankind into extinction would drive.
Dear Little Girl
poem 11
Dear little girl
in a broken world
that is fighting to dim your starlight,
don’t let them hurt you
or steal your joy
just love them and show them what Christ’s like.
-h.e.m.
Dear Me (Prompt 14, Hour 11)
Look around at who is with you,
Worry less about those who are not there.
Your tribe may be different than you thought,
But they are the ones who care.
Stop being a porcupine, using your quills to keep people away,
Changing is important, if you want better days.
Letter to a Younger Me-Hour 11
Dear Divorcing Cindy,
You are heartbroken right now
Lost, alone, aching
Contemplating your whole future
Wallowing in every mistake
every missed piece of evidence
Every lie he told has become your darkness
It isn’t. that’s him not you
I know this hurts
Your core is shaken
All you believed before
Doesn’t apply now.
Your humanity is lost
But you will survive this
Better, you will be stronger
You will be able to love and be loved
So many lovely things in store for you
He won’t be back, I know you want him to be
But you will see that’s best
You will find greater love
Love that doesn’t lie or steal
Love you don’t have to fight for
Love that washes over you when you look in his eyes
There will be better times
Better places
This time will end up meaning so much
Because your growth is enormous
You will find strength from despair
Happiness from your weaknesses
You will see the world
In a whole new light
Don’t give up
Don’t give in to the despair
Hold your head high
And walk away proud
Letter to the Strawberry Girl
Sweet girl your reality was never what it was meant to be. So instead you dwelt in fantasy. And created a life as you hoped it could be. I'm grateful to you my Strawberry Girl, you helped me survive a brutal world.
Skyline [10 – #selectedwords]
We climbed slowly
so slowly through the hushed fog of morning,
through dripping fir and cedar so silent we could hear birds crying,wheeling distantly overhead.
Kulshan’s peak towered in the unseen distance,
touched only by moonbeams, far–but not far enough–from the city’s concrete and noise.
We lost ourselves in the snowshelves of the trail,
before bursting out onto the ridge where
we heated the canteen and had a biscuit
and some damn fine coffee.
Prompt 14, hour 11( dear formar self)
Dear formar self
I love you
And forgive you
I understand now
It wasn’t your
Mistake
You did the
Best you could
At the given
Moment and time
But now you
Must let go
And not visit
Me with those
Gifts that
Hurt you
And me
Learn , respect
And grow
We have talked
Many times
Not to visit
Like this
In secret and
Hidden
Be open and
Authentic
And be yourself
And formar self..
Love you
Dear myself,
My format self
But it’s time
To go..
Over and out !
Flew the Coop
Like a bird, I sat in a cage
Waiting for your attention
Each day I watched as you walked by
Not knowing my intention
The cage – prison of security,
of my very own invention
I cooed, I squawked, I made a mess
Longing for some intervention
I waited and wondered,
why not sing with me?
A song of our invention
An ounce of prevention
Is worth a pound of cure
However, understanding that
seems beyond comprehension
My sorrow grew strong
My patience grew thin
My needs, only
Fostering dissension in the end
So now your gone,
Flew the coop
This nest is mine alone
I will sing my song
And sing it strong
Being left in isolation
And strong conviction
Hour Eleven – a letter to my past self…
“Dear 9 year old me”
Stay in your room
Let them sort it out
You are not responsible
It is not your fault
She is sick in her mind
A devil on the loose
Do not open the door
There is nothing you can do
Protect yourself
Learn to be strong
She will never be reliable
You must grow on your own
gj