thenotsomightyom

Anyone who has read or seen his work,

Knows Herbert George saw the Universe and didn’t shirk,

He knew alien life like the back of his hand,

It wasn’t imagination that made his heroes take a stand,

Their derring- do, now, seems a bit out of touch ,

Their time machines didn’t have a clutch,

They had little direction and couldn’t change gear,

They were a way a second but it was really a year,

In HG’s vision he really saw,

That one day with Alien’s we’d have to jaw,

Like we all must be one day; HG is now subterrestrial,

Though in true Wellsian fashion I bet that he’s celestial,

He’s seen the Universe in all it’s charm,

And know the Alien’s will do us no harm.

He probably regularly gets to meet and greet,

An alien on every street.

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It’s interesting to see what really makes people happy,

Is it parties or sound and dancing around?

It’s what makes them get really yappy,

They can’t hear each other speak because of

the sound,

So it becomes a vicious circle,

One that they can’t get off,

Some talk and become hysterical,

Others can’t get their words out and begin to cough,

At the beginning of the day they need quiet time,

The songbirds chords make the air around them glisten

Their music is in the air it’s quite sublime,

The birds are singing it’s time to listen,

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Obviously you have to be aware,

That there’s those of whom you must beware,

But on foot and in the dark at first,

Should satisfy your wanderlust thirst,

A little rain is all the better,

It doesn’t matter if all you have is your sweater,

Those glistening pavements will make your

eyes glisten,

And for the dawn chorus you begin to listen,

Suddenly a large Church appears,

So beautiful it almost brings you to tears,

It’s getting light now and the City begins to stir,

Behind a railing you hear a cat purr,

Perhaps you’ll browse the travel guide at breakfast,

Noting sites as you enjoy your repast,

But for a moment the City is yours,

Not for you the busy bus tours

Actually feeling “truly alive” in this context of an AI prompt,

Reflects the values of the avaricial swamp,

There’ll be endless responses about winning ,

And how it is actually quite fun sinning,

In this I’m afraid life is defined,

But this poem is just to remind,

From the spark of our conception,

To our inevitable passing with no exception,

Our lives are miracles of their own,

Alive is a currency and the seeds are sewn,

So celebrate every moment,

You are alive so you better get on with it!

Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏