#thepoetshouse
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a wooded area with a little creekcaptures the imagination of a childa day’s solace could be foundor tears hidden away from inquisitive eyes.even death visits and speaksnot yet childso endurance is the day’s lesson. laughter fades when the streetlights come onas slow-footed children make their way home.twilight’s gleaming applauds their effortsas the night chariots stream…
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I was kicking around with the idea of a glass ceiling. The preliminary was run through A.I. (Google Search) , mostly for entertainment purposes, but also to see if there is anything comparable. As I did I could see the possibility of a “Zero-Sum Situation” developing in the future. Will A.I’s capabilities outweigh human expression…
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The murmuration of poetsis God’s pupil.The depth of knowledgeinfinite.In the darkness’ abyss we existonly to find ourselvesin God’s light.
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E Pluribus Unum(out of many, one) When patriotism can get you killed your voice becomes a commodity of freedom. Stand up to those that deem to destroy what many have sacrificed their lives for. Be vacant of fear and rise in the light of strength your God has bestowed within you. When tyranny calls patriotism…
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With all the crap that the world is going through, with all the challenges and controversial rhetoric that seeks to seal our doom I remain optimistic about our future. I believe there is someone out there like my grand mother. Someone who could see beyond the chaos to a better and brighter future. Someone who…
