I'm conscious of being conscious
Is my cat as well 😼
But language less, she can't express
So simply cannot tell

Or has my cat no thoughts like that
No language to create
So from her chair with vacant  stare
To herself cannot relate 🐈

Of course, of course the talking horse
Mr Ed, he could discourse
But no such chat from my old cat
No language as a source

No words, no thoughts, no consciousness
No self reflection on the beach
If language architects the soul
Is AI consciousness in reach 😉

R Neuville ... on Vias beach 🏖️

here's the link if you're interested in reading more of my updated poems:

https://aloespoetry.weebly.com/

I've always dreamed of adventure, but now, I'm not so sure.
I grew up playing video games and playing pretend in the woods.
What I would've given to be Link with my own legendary quest.
But these are turbulent times.
Between my anxiety and the businessman-president and his blue-bird threats and the media, honestly, I'd rather curl up in a ball and stay inside my house forever.
But the truth is, no one ever caught a crocodile by hiding in their
house.
It takes real bravery.
And while I've got problems staring me down like I'm deadmeat,
I've got to be a crocodile hunter. I have to.
It's the only way to free the princess trapped inside.

On Ethiopian Good Friday
A rainbow on Ethiopia's sky
Its flag hovered high
Why?
Doubt have not I
As told to Noah
It is God's sign of mercy
"Gramercy! "
We owe the Omnipresent
Gramercy.

Come what may
(Corona or a lockdown)
Round the clock
God the Almighty
Is Ethiopia's prayer
And its orthodox
Faithful's talk.  (plasm 68, 31)

Press ahead
We need
Our talk to walk
Praising and praying
In every abode
True
"Ethiopia raises its hands
To God! "
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Some things I feel impose on HP visitors,

so this is what I wrote in my part of life's book
for today
if you read any bit, please tell me if it did you any harm

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yhSKspS29CGL6RNOzHAWkNPW2G6zpyKtktkIsw8z_EA/edit?usp=sharing

Don’t forget to blink
he told me with a wink
as I drank that drink
and began to think
is he my shrink?
He has my same ink
and he’s wearing the same pink
things are too in sync
what was in that drink?
I need to find a sink
get somewhere where it doesn’t stink
but anywhere I go I find the same link
it has me on the brink
it’s time to rethink
it’s time we fully interlink