Seeing the Light (AI Rhyme L C Style)

 

In the garden where sunbeams play,
Danced a gleam both bright and spry,
Twirling ‘round the tips of day,
Whispering secrets to the sky.

A flicker flitted, cheeky, sly,
Leapt from leaf to laughing stream,
Painting rainbows in its eye,
A dazzling, dainty daydream.

Light, a lantern in the night,
Told tall tales with glimmered gleam,
Turning shadows into flight,
Chasing dark away, it seemed.

So, if you spy a winking spark,
Catch it quick—a lively sprite!
For in the heart of light and dark,
Lives the magic of the bright.

Entirely written by AI

Single Minded

What happens when I fall asleep
Leaving wakefulness behind
Does my mind drift into slumber
Or just wander and unwind

Sometimes, if I jolt awake
Confused and in a tangle
My thoughts feel scattered, incomplete
A jumble I can’t tangle

At times, it seems my restless mind
Is far too busy spinning,
Caught up in looping chatter,
Both of us a left dizzy grinning

I can’t say that it troubles me
Though it’s hard to intervene
For a mind that knows its business
Who’s to say who’s in between

From Here On In

 

Living under blankets 

Covering my face

In a place of many layers

A heavy, suffocating place

 

Pretending that I’m elsewhere

Disowning all my past

Emerging in another time

Where I knew it couldn’t last

 

Every day brought new reminders

Of things I once withstood

Until I made a break for it

Over effects misunderstood

 

The Thing Is

 

The ‘Thing’ is often on my mind

Like background music playing

Sometimes it is another ‘Thing’ 

Like a paragraph read or saying

 

‘Things’ we take for granted

Like Things we need to do

And everybody has them

Like in bundles or a few

 

No longer troubled by a ‘Thing’

Like by my lack of deeper stuff

If too many things are in the way

Like putting golf balls in the rough

 

Learning ‘Things’ is still important

Like as time goes by, you’ll find

But ‘Things’ are made from many ‘Things’

Like taking too much space in mind

Times Table

 

The speed of light and speed of sound

Are relatively known by many

But the speed of time just passes 

In terms of pace, it doesn’t have any

 

Although in truth, time has no speed

The passing can be measured

In hours, minutes and seconds

Without argument endeavoured 

 

I’ve heard it said, “How time flies” 

Though I’ve never seen its wings

Ultimately all about the atmosphere

Where pros and cons are kings

 

Everybody counts on time

Though how much for all is uncertain

An accident or illness may 

Bring down the final curtain

 

Wars and fights are thieves of time

Stealing hopes and plans, depending

Even with a life untroubled

Time for all must have its ending

Dolly Put the Coffee on

 

Dolly put the coffee on

Dolly put the coffee on

Dolly put the coffee on

We need our caffeine hit

 

The descaling light is blinking

It’s time to flush it through

Irrespective of the rigmarole 

No coffee can ensue

 

Although we’ve flushed it three times

The descaling light still blinking

So Dolly cannot serve our coffee up

In despair, our hearts are sinking

 

Dolly put the kettle on

Like Polly would agree

The coffee maker’s given up

We’ll settle for a cup of tea

 

We would buy a coffee maker new

Be warned, there are restrictions

The pods we have no longer fit

Machines are full of contradictions

 

Very many types and features

Coffee kinds and range of strengths

It is a carry-on too far

A cuppa shouldn’t need so many lengths

 

All Through the Night

 

Picture by Jon Carling @JonCarling

Levitating under moonlight

Beneath a peaceful light

Getting ready for her dream

To take her through the night

 

The song of life is sending out

Sonata messages serene

A lullaby creates a trance

In this pleasant lantern scene

 

Answers bring awakening

New knowledge breaks the day

For then it’s time to reappear

And pack the night away

 

 

The poor millionaires (and 2 others)

 

Millionaires are leaving the country

At least that’s what’s being said

The words spread to worry people like me

To fill me with fear and with dread

My jewellery collection’s still growing

The millionaire declared

I’ve got Omega’s, Breitling’s and Cartier's

But still, of the taxes I’m scared

I’m paying too much tax he then pleads

It’s a struggle getting by

I’m down to my last seven houses

The governments bleeding me dry

I’ve got income from many directions

The growth in my wealth suits me fine

But really I just want to keep it 

As it’s mine, yes it’s mine, yes it’s mine

My Rolls Royce runs like a dream

My Bentley is simply sublime

Some people may think I am selfish

But these things they are mine, yes they’re mine, yes they’re mine

Thanks to my financial advisor 

My money grows and it grows without end

He tells me it’s increased exponentially 

That I’m making more than I could possibly spend

My friends in the media support me

After all they are from the same breed

We all want to gather more money

Which some people just see as greed

With the money also comes power

That’s something I really enjoy

Like chess pieces I can manoeuvre 

Those that I choose to employ

I think I will put pen to paper

And produce a financial list

Just to see if it’s true what my FA says

That I’m making money hand over fist

But still I don’t want to pay taxes

I’ll leave that for the workers to do

Let them give funds to the state

Whilst I stay at the back of that queue

You see trust funds are really so clever

With your millions you mustn’t be lax

If you choose to use professional people 

They’ll make sure you pay so little tax

The Creative Tourist (1)

 

I set my sight on Monaco 

For an ‘oliday this year

But when I checked the prices

They came up much too dear

 

I looked at Venice and at Amsterdam

Where they speak single dutch

Still no matter how I tried 

The prices were far too much

 

Lithuania and Estonia 

Are far too cold for me 

That’s because they’re right beside

The icy Baltic Sea

 

I didn’t look at Asia

For me it’s just too far

I might consider Scarborough

As I can get there in me car

 

I wouldn’t look at Blackpool

Huh! I’m far to posh for that 

I’m not mixing with the hoi polloi

In a kiss me quickly hat

 

Trawling through the internet

I saw the prices did come down

But I found the very cheapest 

Was Airbnb in my own home town

 

You see lodgings here in Bradford

Are geared towards the poor

But still I can’t afford ‘em

So I’ll stay behind me own front door

 

I’ll put a deckchair in the back yard

Tie me hankie in some knots

Then I’ll put it on me head

To save me ‘ead from getting ‘ot

 

 

The Creative Tourist (2)

 

 

I might just need a brolly

In case the rail comes down

Which in truth is fairly likely

In Bradford my home town

 

I’m sorry if I’ve bored you 

You see I fantasise a lot

I never really go away

As to pee in I’ve not a pot

 

I did go to the corner shop

A month or two ago

I went there for an outing 

As time at home goes by so slow

 

If you haven’t got a family 

No children nor a wife

Travel fantasies can fill your mind

To brighten up your life

 

 

By Keith of Kent

Wordle Doodles

 

That Wordle game is testing me

On the results of letters chosen

Seeking Greens and Oranges

Omitting Greys left out and frozen

 

Six rows should get it sorted

If good vocabulary abounds

But in the good guesses count

To build statistic mounds

 

Remember though, it’s just for fun

To daily exercise grey matter

Teasing, squeezing possibilities

Whilst we munch our breakfast platter

 

 

Notions Out of Oceans

 

Notions can be hard to grasp

In a raging flood of tide

A speeding train of thought refrain

To be deduced from far and wide

 

Notions are endless potion

Never outside of the rules

Riding waves of possibilities

Derided carelessly by fools

 

Notions are not always new

Many have been around forever

Like signals seek reception
That bring solutions by endeavour

Wayteeter

 

When heaviness has overcome

Your sense of style and being

The trouser belt has no more slack

All your clothes are disagreeing

 

If diets never worked for you

All your favourites gone to grass

Along with energy for exercise

In a state of seized impasse

 

It is a national consternation

Driving new technology

Placating angry appetites

Employing pharmacology

 

The cost of doing nothing

May bankrupt wealth of health

So a lightweight little helper

May slim down your shape by stealth

 

Own up to your jelly belly

Admit surrendering lack of will

To a hope-inducing substance

In a weight reduction pill

 

Stuck In The Mud

 

There’s nothing worse than wedged

In a place beyond your wish

Akin to being end of all

Like nothing in an empty dish

 

Caught and feeling left behind

Watch the last ditch vanish

Hoping someone passing by

Doesn’t steal your finish

 

When the rut you’re in is ruling

Side high, soaked-wet and smooth

Little there to grapple with

To release you from the groove

Incredible Stuff

Everything is unbelievable
At best is most implausible
But nonetheless, the fact we are
Albeit analysable

 

Abundant life in every way

From the smallest to the large

Our best guess is that long ago

From a big bang supercharge

 

Considering data gathering

We are a planetary book

A host of numbered pages

Too many to overlook

 

Each chapter random fashioned 

by cataclysmic chance,

A story written as we first mistook.

Within these lines, the echoes dance

Farm Fayre

 

Out and about in the countryside

Thinking how far to the pub

The going soft in the fresh air waft

Tempted by some ploughman’s grub

 

We hope the ale is cask-conditioned

Maybe a crisp aperitif 

With onion mustard pickle and cheese

Enjoying walking boots relief

 

You can’t beat the English scenery

Walking by a field of wheat

The pub in sight is a sheer delight

Makes a healthy walk complete

Mind-bender

 

The pen poised cruciverbalist 

Considered every clue

Across and down, continuing

Each puzzle through and through

 

Testing outcomes arbitrary

Second-guessing one or two

Yet holding back insertion

Avoiding blatant misconstrue

 

Expending patience and cohesion

Wrote in answers by the letter

Double-checking intersections

With daily practice, things got better

 

 

That Time Begins

 

In the twilight of a fading year

October sings a lullaby

As dark descends on wintry days

We breathe a collective sigh

 

Now is the time to kindly keep

Adding layers feeding flames

Maintaining comfort in the larder

Dusting off the parlour games 

Keith in Relief

 

I approach the task with trepidation 

Each morn as the sun doth rise

I search my mind for information

Looking for the combination

Gird my loins, full of concentration

I’m scanning for that prize

I want to keep my reputation

Before I rise from bed

This is my primary occupation

It’s stirring my imagination

I take RATED then give it some rotation 

Oh thank gawd today’s word is TREAD……                                                                           

Not the real wordle of the day of course

Written By Keith Mills - Kent