The heat’s oppressive even in the… Bright wavy lines arise from the p… Looks like sparks will ignite any… Tinder dry woods could be in ruins… Out in the open field, our nerves…

The crimson sun winked at them pla… Then disappeared behind mist-cover… The silver moon arose e’er hastily To all, promising a bounty of thri… Shooting stars flashed across the…

A Halloween Tale The pale silvery moon the only lig… In the winding deserted country la… Overgrown bushes to the left and r… Leaves glistening from tonight’s s…

A love affair in the dustbin Sadly, they are no longer friends For it’s still raw; it hurts withi… He’s gone; what remains just loose… A Yankee candle he gave her

center Brown clay, soft and moist Shapeless, without form Amorphous, malleable No backbone like a worm

In you, my dear, November’s spiri… A warmth that lifts like autumn’s… The quiet strength no other month… The peaceful calm before the year’… Each leaf that falls a whispered l…

A Sonnet This faded photograph, so worn wit… Tis all he has to keep her memory Its colors pale, still emotions it… A relic saved, the past a reverie

Taller than him his shadow For it was late in the day The sun sinks in the skyline Behind gray hills far away The chill is just beginning

Outside, dark and gloomy, almost n… Though afternoon, air stagnant, su… Starling clouds, acrobatic feats m… A waiting game for first raindrop… Then, drop after drop came, an end…

He hears the haunting whistle of t… And the hissing sound of shifting… While he crouched behind a craggy… Amid the wretched and barren waste… Sheltered from blistering rays of…

He sat by the window, lost in thou… Watching the sun fade away complet… Behind patches of cotton-ball clou… As the cool breeze whispered sweet… Green hills appeared ahead, miles…

center Late afternoon early evening Sun setting it’s still light By the lamp post he stands All alone

A feckless nation with no future A gullible people with no characte… Destined to be losers forever Downtrodden and marginalized! Sadly, the country I was born in!

The AI Poet Torrent of words; a swift flowing… Ideas and vignettes pour out gushi… Spilling into a blank sheet of pap… Continuous relentless unceasing

First light, first sign that tomor… That we’ll savor the passing of an… To see and touch all those that we… And smell the many blossoms along… Incipient daylight, omen of the fu…