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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.🙏

A man appeared in my room,

I thought him the harbinger of some doom,

I really hadn’t noticed what he was wearing,

That bare chest and turban were really quite daring,

The gold bangles on his arm,

Reassured me that he meant me no harm,

” You can have a wish” he abruptly said.

” World Peace ” I said and all went quiet,

The television screen went quite blank,

For it had been showing a picture of an army tank,

Some books exploded the newspapers began to ignite,

I doused them out with my water pitcher alright,

Outside as the day began to break; I knew,

That what the genie had done was true.

For everything was calm and quiet,

And what was happening well you couldn’t buy it.

It took some magic from a Genie’s spell,

To take us out of this man made hell.

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I used to be a member of an expensive gym ,

No longer and I know now how to keep trim,

Two plastic containers full of sand,

Swinging them around my head one in each hand

Tones my arms and burns calories,

You can send that gym subscription to hell to freeze,

The rest are stretches of which there are many,

To tone up that belly fat if you have any,

Finally I often repeat,

Stepping on the stairs with my feet,

And finally just to give me balance,

Around the kitchen I will dance,

And there you have it my AI curious friend,

The Battle of the Bulge is at an end.

My relationship with the World teaches me every day,

So much to learn yet so little to say,

Laughter smiles, they play a role,

Also sadness will take its’ toll,

A walk in the park or a poorly lit street,

Joy or fear about whom we’ll meet,

So where does it end this beautiful planet,

In the pointless bashing of the head of a gannet?

Cruelty and Progress hand in hand,

Or a child counting grains of sand,

There is no doubt in my mind,

The mystery is there for us to find.

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A business that would solve the confusion,

A magic formula to create cohesion,

A chance to air your differences and choices,

And listen to each other’s voices,

Perhaps it would print a teeshirt or two,

One that says “I’m not that different from you”,

A book that says your colour is true,

And that life is best with a different hue,

I suppose it’s not so magic really,

I call it #HeadlineTherapy,

And each day I pick a new Headline,

And hope that someone somewhere has the time,

To read , digest and understand,

And find a filament or a common strand,

Or even argue that it just isn’t right,

And really all we can do is fight,

That point is valid I suppose,

But it’s not what the World wants to propose,

For fighting is messy and a drain,

For many it causes a lot of pain,

Let’s look beyond the analog,

And cure the World of it’s brain fog,

Find things we can celebrate,

Like solving problems and not berate,

There’s a lot happening from day to day,

And people need a chance to have their say.

Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏