I asked AI to write a love poem in eastern style. It came up like the below. I must say, before the AI, I read poems like that. It read well constructed, but I couldn’t feel the poet. That’s the best way I could put it. What do you think?
In the realm where blossoms dance with grace,
A love tale whispers through timeless space.
Amidst serene gardens, a union takes flight,
Two souls entwined, a symphony of delight.
Under moonlit skies, love’s lanterns aglow,
In Eastern paradise, our hearts overflow.
Your eyes, the reflection of rivers so deep,
In their depths, countless secrets to keep.
Your smile, a radiant sun shining above,
Guiding me through life like a gentle dove.
Your touch, so delicate, like silk on my skin,
Igniting passions, a journey begins.
In this realm of ours, where desires take flight,
Two hearts harmonize, in rhythm so right.
A dance of love, like the whispers of wind,
Embracing the beauty that Eastern love brings.
With every breath we share, an eternal bond,
A love so profound, a connection beyond.
Through woven tapestries of passion and grace,
Our love story etched in this sacred space.
Like cherry blossoms, our love blooms anew,
Through all seasons, our devotion stays true.
In this Eastern realm, love’s essence unfurled,
United forever, in this ancient world.
So let love’s melody guide our souls above,
In Eastern style, we embrace this love.
A symphony of hearts, forever entwined,
In this timeless realm, our love defined.
Publication – A Collection of Paintings and Poetry
Sydney emerging painter Virginia Bucknell and I co-authored a book “A Collection of Paintings and Poetry” which was published by the Ark House.
We had our pre-sale today at the Creative Soul Market at Marrickville Town Hall. Here is a photo of us at the stall.
The book is also available online:
Ark House Press
Amazon US
Amazon Aus
Trafficking
This is written based on Living Poetry prompt – Containers
They are fishmen of a busy port
Generations of wealth
decorates their family
ties with the mafia through marriages
Monopoly of the fishing boats
the wholesale market
and the local businesses
They are in every corner
of this fishing town
Containers of seafoods
mixing with
containers of children,
firearms and drugs
Their family legacy
in this town
is built on
the historical corruption
and lawlessness
Sinéad O’Connor
She sought awareness
for the hurting children
She sang justice
for the silenced lips
She protested
for the God given free will
She was cancelled
before the cancel culture
She is at peace
in her Creator’s arms
Farm Life
Denise’s Six sentence story prompt – Grid
They sat in the dark of the farm house they purchased, perhaps on impulse, in the middle of winter.
He was no cave man and could not make fire with sticks and stones. She wasn’t much of a homemaker and forgot to shop for a lighter or a box of matches.
When they both worked as executives, they had personal assistants to run errands and organise things for them. The idea of organising the connection of electricity and internet service had never crossed their mind.
Their dream of living off the grid farm life died on that freezing cold night, with snowflakes falling like soil the mourners threw on top of a coffin.
A Novel About Love
Waiting for your book release
The print will smell like your intelligence
The words will feel like love
If I read them aloud
it will sound like your heartbeat
Trust the Process
Little tiny numbers
Some needed a magnifying glass
to be visible
Small brush strokes
of hues
fit in jagged boundaries
It was seemingly mundane
and yet therapeutic
When it’s completed
I marveled at
its intricate beauty
I’ve learnt to trust
the process
designed by
the creator
When did I write about love last?
Open field of lavenders
decorated with purple dreams
filled with smoky scent
from the sprigs
broken between our skin
Perhaps
that’s enough
to make the moon
pregnant
Colourless
What if
I don’t see a
a blue sky
through all the grey tears
What if
rain is more than
appreciation
non stop till
it floods the land
and I don’t see
green hills
What if
the spring flowers
lose their vibrancy
the autumn leaves
fade in a flash
winter overatays
my welcome
What if
black is too supressing
white is too bland
and grey always
colours my soul
Blindness
Jealousy, insecurity
cast over logic
like blindness
Venom spills over
from your heart
onto your fingertips
Abusive words dance
along with nonsense
message after message
I cannot
make a blind woman see
Only God can
Shut out the white noise
Peace is with me
Flicker of Thoughts 