The train rumbles along Fleet off the hot and delicate flying, Hopped on a young young hillside, Painted the morning with a power; Shadows of time say my present reason, Stewards of the richest form; Build the own cabin with the throne; Gloom and the weather I push with night
Inspired by Sara Teasdale, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Philip Freneau
This morning I discovered an AI poetry generator online, and decided to have a play. This was the result.
A summers breeze
A summers breeze To speak the bright heart with its desire: Light of a fickle sun, Loom blue water, secret light, Dazzled turquoise life with wings, Young I was the cloud to the wind, Tremble, tremulous leaves of the wind, Her voice, and the bright north wind Alone in a speech for my shimmering body, Young April hushed the happy tune,
Books Behave As Performed By Lovedew Cardew At The George & Dragon, York, April 2016
I like books cause they don’t care If your knickers match your bra If you’ve washed your hair I like books cause they don’t invade your space They sit on your shelf They don’t get in your face I like books cause they don’t mind What your heart contains Who you’ve left behind I like a book cause it doesn’t give a shit When you get to the end what you think of it Books don’t care if you’ve got a degree What you watch on TV Books don’t judge if you’ve got tattoos If your friends are few I like books cause they don’t care.