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The uniVerse May 4
Where the last ***** died we're not quite sure
but sailors reported one just off shore
floating in a bathtub of brine
the batteries died but it still works fine
manual labour equal rights
beating yourself up for delight
selfish pleasures hidden treasures
hand in hand in equal measure
some have suggested a museum
as their last resting place
so everybody can see them
where sailors don't give chase
stuffed and mounted how ironic
a virtual knickknackatory
how we merged with the bionic
each one telling its own story
A.I. at its lowest function
numbing pain through pleasures gain
I heard the newer models had suction
but all in all, it's just the same.
Someone decided to spam my inbox with ***** pictures when I confronted them about it they told me to go write a poem about it so here it is...
Silvestre Apr 25
emitting a light
that is blinding

the faces of people
displayed and
multiple texts
swirled like a
fruit salad

the light it shines
is an act of artificial
prayer
a saccharine
heaven or
a bitter
hell
Caio Gomes Mar 19
Uma sensação de leveza,
de extensão breve e duradoura.

Um arrepio percorre a nuca,
permeia o corpo,
e transborda em um arrepio.

Por uma melodia ou poesia
que ataca e rebate,
tocando a alma,
comovente
emoção elevadora.

Sensação infinita na infinidade.

Oh, se ao menos sempre tivesse sido,
para permanecer aqui, sempre.

Deleite e bem-aventurança, alegria e prazer,
emoção no olhar lacrimoso do coração,
alegria no sorriso da mente.

Se ao menos pudesse permanecer, sempre...
Prazer.
Escrevi este poema inspirado pela sensação de ouvir uma determinada música.
owls at dawn Mar 7
with him I discovered I had fantasies
with you, darling, I experience them
Daniel Tucker Feb 25
Trapped in flesh encasing the soul
wrapped in cancerous crust
residue of empty     fleeting oppressive
carnal thoughts and pleasures

Slowly bound as a fly in a web 
Small grains of poison neverending droplets of rain    
harmless attractions
Unseen the process
clearly seen the results

Many of these to be trapped in
many pleasures build houses
of pain     many webs    much poison    and a lot of rain

Many days become many
years    What is out of sight
still weakens spirit and mind
All experienced in the body
the flesh imprisoning the soul

Trapped in this flesh encasing the soul
a chrysalis in putrid
cancerous crust
SUDDENLY birthed as a New Creation of
spirit and mind made whole
Not perfect       but whole

Escaping as a fly from the ensnaring web
one grain of sand     small compared to mountain
Small steps of faith
unseen the process
clearly seen the results

Many cocoons to transform
in      many steps of faith to
take       many webs to avoid
many webs to escape

Much poison to grow
immune to       much rain
many days
All experienced
in the body
the metamorphosis of
the soul.
© 2025 Daniel Tucker

A poem from the living of my life.
Traveler Feb 16
I love pleasure
I can deal with pain
Freezing freaking snow
Sunshine after rain  

I’m not afraid to live
I’m not scared of death
I shall consume existence
Til’ there’s absolutely nothing left!

I’m not afraid of my shadow
As discussing as I’ve been
I can still embrace
My foolishness within!
Traveler 🧳 Tim

Carl Jung approved
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