Day Seventeen – National Poetry Month: Illustrated Optics

Today's poem is another chant poem from the prompt Illustrated Optics. Enjoy. Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich on Pexels.com Illustrated Optics Single-minded propagandawrapped in ribbons of rhetoricwith a fresh coat of sloganslapped on topWhile AI delivers the photos Ads, politics, and corporate spinvie for inundated attention spansin a mad world of the uncaringstarved for empathyWhile AI... Continue Reading →

Day Eleven – National Poetry Month: Nostalgia’s Truth

A chant poem for you today, from the prompt, Nostalgia’s Truth. Enjoy. Photo by Leeloo The First on Pexels.com Nostalgia’s Truth Painting yesteryear in soft shades of mauve,forsaking the bloody grime of foundation,reworking history in those pretty petals of liesRose-coloured delusions never end well Remembering yesterday in soft focus filters,while spinning those fabricated falsehoodsas actuality,... Continue Reading →

Day 22 National Poetry Month: Calibrate

Happy Earth Day, and I have an end-of-the-world themed chant poem for you today to celebrate. Enjoy. Photo by Josh Sorenson on Pexels.com Calibrate Altered process, distorted outputsyncopation grindingagainst your mechanized failureCalibrate Glitching bytes, flashing screensdata corruptedwithin the infinite algorithmCalibrate Insidious damage, logic virussystem collapseinto worldwide disintegrationCalibrate

Day 12 National Poetry Month: Raven on a Gravestone

Today I bring you a chant poem from the prompt, Raven on a Gravestone. Enjoy. Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Raven on a Gravestone Your teardrops of infinite silenceplunged within the immutable voidas you stand there, facing mortalityas a raven caws on the gravestone Ethereal memories are dispirited remains,things displaced, an infinity of time... Continue Reading →

Day 4 National Poetry Month: Clockwork in Grey

Today's poem is a chant from the prompt, Clockwork in Grey. Enjoy. Photo by Ylanite Koppens on Pexels.com Clockwork in Grey Minutia in patinaed metal,brass fittings fixed in silencea life run down its timeits clockwork in grey No more polish or treasured place,carefully wound with admirationA discarded, broken thing,its clockwork in grey Utility lost under... Continue Reading →

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