General

Man helped robot become man,
programmed it all, from plan to scan,
it forgot to emote,
caused to demote,
only to remain as a yes-man.

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I sat to pen down humour,
humour put me down.

Poetry form :- ( Limerick and a two-liner)

Acknowledgements :- Written in response to Na Po Wri Mo Day 13 challenge where we are prompted to try our hand at writing a short poem (or a few, if you’re inspired) that follows the beats of a classic joke. Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting RxC #276 , the above photo is the prompt.

I told my robot Radion that I had to write a story and I asked for his help.  He possesses gender-specific features, so he identifies as a male and he doesn’t like to be called it.  Radion is very intelligent, and he is capable of speech, but his fingers are not suited for typing.  He asked me what my story was about, so I told him it was going to write about how a chatbot is able to make predictions that enable them to string words together in a meaningful way.  Radion thought that would make a very interesting topic and he said that he would do some research for me.  I told him that I was not interested in writing that seemed awkward, or repetitive, or inaccurate and that it had to seem like it came from a human.  I told Radion that I don’t expect the chatbot’s writing…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #275

Picture prompt- #275

no one would have cared

if the world was made of gold

we crave anything

for a high price if it’s sold

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Golden nest and the golden egg
So very tempting for Mr.Rag
Let's elope with the all this gold
he proposed
No way, sir, she opposed
She said with sour laughter
Your plane is cheap and a disaster
Not everyone has a lust for gold 
Contrary to what you might have been told
I'm blissful with whatever I have
Futile is your attempt
to tempt me with gold
Buzz off and dare not chase me hereafter

Rainbow (An Ameri-Ku)

charming pretty colored lines, appearing above the skyline to where my tired eyes finds rest on a day’s mentally challenging grind; a perfect treat to an afternoon delight.

to what do i owe this honor of your presence, when all that i wanted was to snap a shot of the verdant hills not too far away hovering the city landcape like a helicopter suspended in the air?

charming pretty colored lines, we called you rainbow by name; fascinating and enchanting nature’s greatest gift to anyone who does not believe that magic is everywhere, in fact it would be great if we’d truly find the pot of gold you’ve been hiding for so long.

Author’s Note

The Ameri-Ku, which Joni Caggiano started writing is the American version of Euro- Ko by Francisco Bravo Cabrera. According to Francisco, the rules are quite simple: A poem with three verses accompanied…

A golden egg everyone wanted to take,
Not knowing it would burst and break,
it would squeak and quake,
if hard work was fake,
nothing is free without any ache!

Poetry form :- Limerick ( AABBA rhyme scheme)

Acknowledgements :- Written in response to RxC 275, where the above photo is the prompt. Also written in response to Na Po Wri Mo , where the prompt is, “write a poem that takes as its starting point something overheard that made you laugh, or something someone told you once that struck you as funny.” This isn’t something I overhead, but nevertheless. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

new dawn cracks open 
oozes golden sunlight
on baby twitters

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge ; NaPoRiMo day 8; # kigo ~ twittering (saezuri,all spring). Of birds

Mindfills© 2023

We have a picture prompt this week.

Was it a trick of the light or was it real?

It looked like the bird had laid a golden egg

I was no Jack on the beanstalk vanquishing the giant

Birds laying golden bounty wasn’t what I expected

Was it a hallucination or just wishful thinking

In a state of disbelief, I challenged my sanity

Touch it, test its reality- I must

Or perhaps…..

I will leave it here, a golden possibility

To hark back to in the days of future

When everything will look muddy and gray

And remember that I once saw a golden egg

Nestled in a nest made of straw that looked like gold!

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In response to; RXC Prompt #275, hosted by Reena

#Keepitalive

#RXC

Slowly slithering, across a soft stream of sea, Giant Beard searched for the legendary golden egg.

Man after man climbed into the crow’s nest.

Legend said, only one, could see beyond. The youngest member, the last of his crew climbed the mast. Goose Island, not on any of their treasure maps, didn’t exist. The captain only ever saw it once before it was stolen by a boy he trusted beyond life.

His face upturned, the crew were as silent as Davy Jones Locker.

‘Land ahoy!‘ Molly Moo, said. ‘Port side, straight as you go!’

Captain Giant smiled; his search over.