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  Jan 6 Traveler
nivek
breathing together
unity in motion

sharing the same air
as friend or foe.
A.I. Poet pounding at keys,
a lifetime of memories in
Chat GPT.

Punch up a sunset hues of
crimson and gold,

Throw in some birds,
Hit generate,
watch it unfold.

Selecting a font,
I couldn't
hazard a guess,

I'll just select an emotion
let A.I. do the rest.

Funny, this Insta-poetry is starting
to all sound the same,

Can't get any views,
I'm going insane.

Gotta find some new prompts
to up my game.

This Stupid AI ****,
is getting pretty lame!
Hey Roger this ones for You let me know what you think.

Just posted a video for this on my you tube channel
hope you all will check it out.

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Thanks.
  Jan 6 Traveler
Raven
Today's traitors,
Tomorrow's heroes.

Tomorrow's heroes,
Next day's leaders.

Next day's leaders,
Next century's traitors.

So what's the difference,
All just berserk.
  Jan 6 Traveler
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                The Arrogance of Proclaiming a Wake-Up Call

His wake-up call was but a manifesto
Retro1968 but less literate
Demanding that the world stop and pay attention
To the temper-tantrums of some middle-aged guy

Who knew all about guns ‘n’ bombs ‘n’ stuff
While the rest of us know all about raising our kids
Working 12-hour shifts, paying our bills
Building our lives, and taking care of each other

The rest of us have grown-up things to do
           The self-pitying waker-upper
Should long ago have ditched his childish ego
           And called himself
When Bablylon
conquered Jerusalem
they took everyone as slaves back Chaldea . Everyone except the
weak , the meek , and the Poet Freak .
R.I.P.
I am not your autumn's  moon
I am not the winter's gloom
I am not the words uttered under your breath .
I am more than the disguised antagonist to your angst
I am more than the good luck you keep to yourself
I am the shadow to your depth
The zero to your worth
I am more than your curse
  Jan 6 Traveler
Misstic
discard the clothes that never fit you
easier said than done
mind you
beware this is the land of
opinion fares
what you know
is not you

would happily trade
this skin for you
extra large clothes
to skin tight
low rise
high boots type

glasses to lens
plain cuppa to
starbucks rendezvous
broadway nights
the highlight

dawn to my pride
pawn of lies
presumptions
impetuous actions
a fine line

what should i discard?
you ask
two faced
double edged sword
sometimes referred
human companion
friends
acquaintances
negative thoughts
who back stab you

cruel summers
never go out of style
hoax of believers
you belong together
lover to anti-hero
bad blood
i sigh

can you come again?
discards the pieces
which have fallen apart
don’t sow thorns
you bleed
burn the bridges
you built

clothes never naught fit
you make them
seem fit
live as you
not your alter
ego *****
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