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While one sits,

two wait.

While two wait,

three run.

While three run,

four destroy.

Stop!

While one provides,

two receive.

While two receive,

three help.

While three help,

four enjoy.

Grow!

Hello,

I am a poem.

I made myself

and belong to no one.

I came to life on an August night,

just sifted through thoughts,

on my way to this light.

I pushed myself through time,

came through this random mind,

who’s fingers did make the rhyme,

with a feeling so sublime,

upon this posting you did find.

The young Jacobal received another update to the child’s toy.  He was asked to have it generate poetry.

Here is what was generated by the new machine’s software;  shown in reverse, chronological order:

Poetry from the Child’s Toy Prototype

Jacobal laughed more than a few times and responded back to the developers by mentalmark; as usual.

Jacobal still remembered that strange story that the machine had made in an earlier version:

The Young-Earth Atheist

… so he laughed again.  The potential was great, but it sure had a long way to go before it could go on the market, if ever.

Some of the stanzas were not bad, some needed work, and many needed to be thrown out altogether; or so Jacobal thought.

The team wanted the machine to have a unique personality built in.  They wanted creativity at the risk of failure.  This idea was not good for Return on Investment (ROI) and management usually had the final say in such matters.

T.L. Toys was an altogether different sort of toy company.  Located in a unique location with unique opportunities to be exploited, it had potential in the high-end children’s toy department that nobody else but the T.L. cofounders had thought could be done.

So Nice Together

So nice together are

chocolate, coffee, and kief.

Their three sounds starting as:

“cha”, “ka”, and “kee”.

Their sounds  roll off of my mind’s tongue,

as they travel down the tunnels,

left over from old, dusty thoughts.

Their journey cleans the dirt,

from the edges,

of the tunnels,

as the sounds pass by.

One is soft:

“cha”.

Two are sharp:

“ka” and “kee”

The kief goes first,

as it is the sharpest.

The coffee and chocolate are last;

they polish,

they shine,

the thoughts tunneled past.

Their three smells and tastes,

so nice after heat.

Bittersweet,

brash,

dark and neat.

Their three,

distinct feelings on the brain,

are thrice relief,

all sooth, excite, yet soothe

(in the main).

Relative Sieves

by

David S. Ullery

I like to chat and talk with friends,

or sometimes relatives.

But if I chat and stay too long,

their two ears,

become two sieves.

They try to leave,

if I do not perceive,

that chatting,

takes four ears.

Some one-way talk,

may last so long,

it may feel to them like years.

Somewhere,

Sometime,

when I am alone,

I wonder,

if ever,

my mind can come home.

If there is something to say,

then make it clear,

with nothing to worry,

and holding no fears.

More often than not,

it is best to stop,

if the topic is not hot,

to non-filtered ears.

That is one very friendly fellow,

and one very kind soul,

who listens a lot,

when the topic,

is not very cool!

It’s Cool to Be Alive

by

David S. Ullery

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It is cool to be alive,

And to be aware,

All at the same time

Being aware,

Of being aware,

Of being aware,

Of whatever happens now

The Universe is real,

And so am I

It is a delight to be alive,

And to be aware,

Without a care,

In a world so small

It is a cool breeze that blows,

And makes me aware,

Of time,

For the breeze makes a sound,

When it blows in my ears

When my mind does travel down a dark path,

Being aware,

Without a care,

With the breeze in my hair,

Quickly,

Quietly,

Removes all of the fear

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