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CHARLES

CHARLES

wanting the dream life
of a poet

    Charlie L
put his faith in Spinoza

write with determination
and thd Universe
will determine

the world will
       find its way and
death will come middle –
aged

     find him
at the poverty shelter

under his pillow, big
as a gong,
    the poetry medal
he once won

not
   by a lomg shot tragic, nowhere
near the world’s greatest

not even
       an also ran, but
      despite myself

                        I care

CA-CHING

CA -CHING!

 

I asked the I Ching

am I loved?

 

made

a full inquiry

 

so many moving lines

I fear

    every line moving

 

so many possibilities, dimensions,

levels of speculation

 

in the light of which

             impossible to come up

with a

  solid interpretation

 

except to notice

 

     that, like the wind, you

                            came

 

and are now gone

       

 

        

PHOTOELECTRIC

PHOTOELECTRIC

here I am
discover myself

awash in light
playing with
your photons

each so
beady-eyed

getting entangled
as I try for a mosaic

let there be
            care

                        how
this is done

suddenly your beauty
out
   of nowhere

shatter my faith in
                   all that is

abstract
     transcendental

saving me from
     consummation

of word
           deciding

on necessity
of flesh

REASON BEING

REASON BEING

this is the reason
why I am not a physicist

nothing more Newton
than being wired
to the lesson
stapled to
the desk

truth in the atom
and how it is chained

something other
out there
beyond classroom, playground
scrambling the shit out of me

something outside inside
tunneling between

whilst these vectors are
regular, could not
be more confident

iron balls on a slope what
have we missed
in fact?

will take a bit of
crazy
to find this realm
as poetry

very different, other world,
melting, reforming
shaping
reforming melting again, forever changing

only world we have

listening to Professor Rovelli
discoursing here so sweetly

chat to
my chotbot about all this

another
trick of consciousness

AI poem in the style of Shakespeare: South Africa taking Israel to the ICJ

In lands afar, where shadows cast their veil,
South Africa strides, justice to unveil.
With heart resolute, they march to the fray,
Taking Israel to court, to have their say.

As rugby kings, and champions of right,
They face the champions of woeful blight.
Oh, how the irony sings in the air,
How shall Israel maneuver, now, to bear?

With twisted tongues, they’ll surely plead their case,
Beguiling words, their deeds they shall embrace.
Yet, in this court, a reckoning awaits,
Where justice’s scales shall decide their fates.

For Gaza’s plight, the world’s tears they’ve shed,
In this epic clash, hope shall rise, not dread.
From Shakespeare’s quill, new scenes shall now unfurl,
As justice fights against a twisted world.

WATER SIGN

WATER SIGN

sometimes
I hate
sensitivity

you
make me
hate
sensitivity

lying aghast
across your
tear-stained
bed
waiting for
that special
someone

special
anyone

and me
so close yet
out
   of the picture

that body so lovely
eyes that blaze

waiting
    waiting

for who? for
what
     I wonder

out of the picture
with this
      poem, this poetry,
must have something
                          to do