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Traveler May 9
AI is the limitation’s of the lost.
Those trying to create a poem at any cost.
Files and files of poetic info to chose from but all that stuff has all been done!
Recreated to fit your form, smoke and mirrors of a storm.
But a true poet knows,
the muse and the memes are connected to the soul!
Traveler Tim
Leone Lamp May 2021
We've all got memes
Deep down in our genes
Passed down and passed out
Bursting our seams

There are memes in the air
Thoughts and feelings we share
Ideas spinning round
In the clouds everywhere

When was the first meme?
When two primates dared to dream
The same dream, the same things
Long before we had screens

I haz a bucket
A cheeseburger
A chair
I laughed and I clicked
I edited and shared

We're all forging memes
Fresh, new ones everyday
Memesmith is the role
That every poet must play

Memes are part of our soul
They're in our DNA
Y'know what I meme?


Definition of meme

1 : an idea, behavior, style, or usage that spreads from person to person within a culture.
"Memes (discrete units of knowledge, gossip, jokes and so on) are to culture what genes are to life. Just as biological evolution is driven by the survival of the fittest genes in the gene pool, cultural evolution may be driven by the most successful memes." — Richard Dawkins


~05/20/2021
Kristina Oct 2020
Depression
is like Spooktober
all the time
except
the funny memes
and decoration.
Aahi Aug 2020
Holding bunches of dreams,
With mind saying it as memes
Night after night are passing,
With a tone of losing..
Why the faith of mine
On myself is failing?
Why my thoughts
are feeling isolated?
IS IT ALL FOR THE
AWFUL VIVES
I HAD DATED?
~Aheli
Keanu, salvum fac pópulum tuum.
     et benedic hæreditati tuæ;
     Dona ad victoriam imperator,
     super hostes eorum.
     et ex quo imperium tuum,
     habitationem tuam substravisti.
ENGLISH: "Save, o Keanu, Thy Folk / and bless Thy Heritage. / Grant victory to the Emperor / over his adversaries / and by command of Thy Lordship / extend Thy Dominion."
Trumpets' fanfare, riding, riding
'Neath the Blue and Red,
Gallopped Marshal Jimmy Donald
While the Tunak fled.

Marshal Jim rode off the valley
Down to Tunak-land;
Rounding off the sub-bots and
The Kumars' brutal hand.

Raise the standard, sons of iron!
Charge, ye horsemen brave!
Soar, ye warplanes, into battle,
We've got lives to save!

Marshal Jimmy, our commander,
You direct the way!
Through the dim and crooked darkness
To a bright new day.
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