shorn of honor-shredded to bitsasteroid raincompels them toredefine lifecriticism leadsto destruction What Do You See
Destruction
Weeds
Why did I create a cheaper alternative to myself? It gives me a sense of superiority. I fully believe people will pay more to hire my creative brain, which can create more of such alternatives. Somewhere in the backyard, beautiful plastic plants grow with flowers in colours never seen before. Standards and expectations change. Fragrance … Continue reading Weeds
What hurts most
what hurts mostby fading away-leaves a fearto live withis the eternal tonic-Hope helps us float through Sunday Confessionals at MLMM
The Trimming Of His Sales
The trimming of his sales ….by Ron
I took yesterday off from blogging (in case you didn’t notice) and dedicated it, instead, to enjoying some alternative adventures with My Beloved Sandra.
I may be taking today off, too; we’ll see.
Meanwhile, I’m addressing today’s Writer’s Digest Prompt: Write a “(Blank) Of The (Blank)” poem…
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The Trimming Of His Sales
The cover of his latest book
has no picture, no promo, no preview.
The cover of his latest book is blank
like all of its several hundred pages.
The editors of his latest book
had to make some tough choices:
nothing before or after nothing?
six blank pages after the blankest page
or only five? (It’s important to
let the reader rest their eyes.)
The language in his latest book
seems like it’s for adults only.
The biggest fans of his latest book
stare menacingly at its critics, dismayed.
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Writer’s Digest Poem-A-Day April
PAD 04.16.2023
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No ducking
problems need solutionscomplaints ask for resolutionwe tend to duck and crawl aheadand recommend dissolution complaints ask for resolutionwe don't take the bull by the hornand recommend dissolutionthe path not taken haunts us forever we don't take the bull by the hornproblems need solutionsthe path not taken haunts us foreverwe tend to duck and crawl ahead … Continue reading No ducking
Homeless
when homesare restrictedto walls - planet suffersEarth is forlorn, and God homelessWake up! Friday Faithfuls
#done not dusted#
Done, not dusted …. by Destiny
Written for : Reena’s Xploration Challenge #276
I look at you
you look at me
what I created
really scares me
all that I ask you
you answer me
even I, who made you
lack that ability 🥴
done not dusted
how
intelligently intelligent
we are, to have exercised
the power of our intelligence
so far, to create something
so intelligent, even our
intelligence is in awe,
of this now known
artificial intelligence,
which not forgetting
exceeds the levels
of intelligence applied
by our very intelligent
minds, that so intelligently
created AI 🤭
no doubt at all that
artificial intelligence
is brilliance defined, 👏
but now we sit back
and watch who will
rule mankind 🤞
me thinks for sure
that my money is
on our kind, 🤗
though I cannot assure
you that my credit card by
AI… won’t be declined 🙃
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Numerology
“Isn’t that an unusual name, Genving? Is there a special meaning to it?” “I don’t think so”. Genving looked crestfallen. He was losing a chance to impress his girlfriend’s father, “Actually my parents are numerology and astrology buffs. My mother was adamant that the name has to start with G. None of the names matched … Continue reading Numerology
Best Friends
Best Friends …..by Diana Coombes
Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/04/13/reenas-xploration-challenge-276/
‘I’m stuck, what do I write next B Bot?’
‘I am not sure I understand the question.’
B Bot sat on the floor, next to his friend Stephen, his computer cells whirring. He would never understand a human. Writing, wasn’t that copying what you had read before. He read many things, could access the computer, other books. Why couldn’t his friend.
‘I have writer’s block.’
‘I cannot see anything blocking you. What do you want to write about?’
‘That’s it, I don’t know.’
‘Do you want to write a novel, poem or short story?’
‘Short story, it’s for my blog.’
‘What about writing about what you know, write about how we met. Your dad, the scientist, who made a robot friend for his son. So he wouldn’t be lonely any more. I would read that.’
‘B Bot, we met when I was two years old. He shook…
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Are Humans Listening?
Are humans listening? ….by Aboli Mane
Man looks at the robot. Robot looks at man. The man’s eyes are a bright green behind his glasses. The robot’s are round polished glass and they swivel markedly on the subject.
It waits to see what the Man wants. Its little body is welded metal, steampunkish with screws, nuts and bolts.The inside is hardware while its mind is an operating system. Its ears resembling headphone muffs sport two antennas for advanced hearing.
“Bot.” The man addresses it. “Yes?” A bleep and the bot replies in its programmed human voice. “…can you automate my office work?” The man asks wearily. He’s exhausted, sitting with the laptop from dawn to dusk. “Sure.” The bot takes the laptop and scans the workload. Metal joints creak as fingers begin to type.
“But that means I could replace you, this is nothing.” The bot answers as it automates every email, clears every file. “There will be…
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