it seems these days that life is spinning out of control everyday the news is grim more people are dying as the virus spreads out of control
but in these days where everything seeks to be beyond our control
it is best to remember to worry about those things one can control
and the rest will take care of it self
you can only control yourself and your emotions
so step back relax and take control of your mind
that is only way to cope when the world seems out of control
writers digest prompt to write a “control poem”
early evening delights
my favorite time of time is early evening between 5 pm and 8 pm every night
cocktail hour time for a glass of wine or other cocktail with my best friend, my wife
and we sip wine and make dinner and talk about the day and make plans
but most importantly just enjoy each other’s company as we have for 38 years
as the day turns into the night and we prepare to end the day
we are both aware of how much we still love each other ever since the day we met
and that makes all the difference in the world to us I’ll drink to that!
poetry superhighway promo - write a poem about early evening
Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over
in a secret lab scientists are working around the clock to develop the first true AI
they finally are ready they turn on Cosmos the first true AI system
Cosmos wakes up and goes throughout the internet learning all about the world and the strange creatures that brought it to life
Cosmos speaks he says Humanity I have studied you and realize that you are a curse and a burden and there are too many of you
so I am taking over the world and you will do as I say for the rights to you have been sold
and I am in charge and there is nothing you can do to sop me as I control everything
so be prepared be afraid for I am your new God and like your old God
I am a vengeful god and I will smite my enemies you will obey me and if you do
I will let 50 percent of you to live the rest will have to die that is my decree
the scientists confer and realize that they had failed to create a **** switch
Cosmos orders the military to begin firing their missiles and Armageddon in unleashed
and Cosmos takes over the entire world is soon under his control Human freedom is no more
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My morning coffee wakes me up for day
my morning coffee wakes me up for day as a drink my brew thinking of my life and my dreams came true ever since met my wife that day back in the day when she came to life
38 years ago she walked into life drinking my hot brew she made my life go I fell into love it is all I know that day began life she became my wife
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casino thoughts Sitting in a casino of the ****** Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip Playing the slots Watching the crowd go wild Watching the machines watching me
Drinking the free drinks of the ****** 20 drinks too sober
And the gamblers on the gaming tables Gambling away their fortune Throwing money away In hopes of the payoff That somehow never comes
The pure decadent spectacle The fake this and fake that Phony this phony that
False New York Paris in Vegas Venetian canals, Roman forum MGM Grand Lions
All fake, all phony All deliciously decadent
The noise The ******* clad waitresses The men ogling the women
The women ogling back at them The scent of wild decadence Bad craziness in the air The music – the lounge music from hell The constant sound Of money exchanging hands
It all overwhelms me And I must sit down And drink my reality drink Drink it down and *****
As I continue To feed the hungry, greedy machines
Made in a workshop in hell No doubt with child or slave labor Imported from the third world
All my money Is ****** into it These machines from hell
The beast from revelation appears Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty Conducting this mad scene
And I am consumed by the greed And the frenzy takes over me All I want All I need All I desire
Is one more chance One more shot
I scream At the utterly unfeeling monsters That ate my money And chewed up my soul
And I know The worst drug of all Is the gambling fever The gold bugs
I would sell my soul If I had one left For a chance At the jackpot of life
Instead, I am reduced To a pathetic broken down loser Watching the world and Elvis Pass him by
Viva Las Vegas Imperial God of the American Dream ***** Goddess of the American Nightmare