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Hank Helman Sep 2023
Do you right now, care less or more,
About things you love and things abhorred.

Has life been fair, have friends been true,
Or did you fade from black to blue.

Were things too hard or just a chore,
Would you do less, would you do more.

I know I tried, I did my best,
But it always felt like such a test.

Now death is neither pass or fail,
I'm not afraid, I'm not that frail.

Remember me when I am gone,
A man, a father, a waking dawn.
Hank Helman Sep 2023
Tad
Amorous and difly eyes,
Her smita cheezin a toff home prize,
Proud oowee **** and roya grin,
That girl be jonesing for my twin.

I love hooya Kally. Be up.
Hank Helman Sep 2023
Will you count the loves you've lost,
Those who risked despite the cost.

Or have you ever dreamed a wish,
And remembered every lover's kiss.

Passion pretends to play a part
But only love can break a heart
Hank Helman Sep 2023
Have poems become a toasty treat,
Something we make a bit too sweet,
Can I really tell my friends from fancy
Polished words exchanged are chancy.

I always sense the close encounter,
Although I know my choice is flounder,
Tell me once what broke your heart,
Or is it better that I start.
Hank Helman Sep 2023
What is love, this stalking lau,

A want, a wish, a whiteoaked blunder,

I fell for you sad rain and thunder,

Do not snub and shame me now,

I live to touch my palm to breast,

It seems to me I have confessed.

Is love a sin, a knot, a test?
I'm headed in a new direction. It will take time to find my groove.
Hank Helman Sep 2023
Nap
We used to roam,
Free range and gallivant,
Rat tat tat down a dusty backtrack,
Smoke a deck under the galligar bridge
No jim-jams, no fear.

It was post war,
****** takin' a dirt nap,
Every hometown winner talking sweet greek,
Every man a lion-heart,
And pushing a ******* fortitude.

It was drunk talk.
Bobaloo and vintage balderdash.
No frenzy off a struggle,
Sad eyes in a cool wind,
Most go boys still shook and escared,
War pins a nightmare, no dash, no end.
Poets and Ai. Artificial intelligence is a huge opportunity. Ai can write poetry as well as Frost ever could. So how do we take advantage of this new thing. I'm experimenting with words. Finding words, making them up, using multiple languages. Ai forces me to be as creative as I can be and I welcome the challenge. Above is just my attempt at different. How about You?
This poem is what is was like after WW11 ended. It was an odd time of relief, bravado and sadness as deep as space. Wars fracture norms and make us face a version of ourselves that we didn't know existed. I was a kid. Comments welcome
Hank Helman Sep 2023
In the middle of the night,
When sleep is a drug of choice,
I sometimes weep openly,
A damp pillowcase in the morning,
My oft found re-memory of you.

I cannot live without you.
I cannot die without kissing you again.
Hope and despair have finally won.
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