The Poem I Forgot

 Thus isn't the poem bing ( AI)  wrote 

and I forgot. I saved it to the clip board

but erased it when i saved something else

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It was in praise of  cars from the late 60's and early 

70s  It was a very nice poem but i erased it forever by mistake.

.x. 

Kindness by Bing AI

 

Kindness is the light that brightens the day 

Kindness is the warmth that melts the cold away 

Kindness is the smile that lifts the mood 

Kindness is the gesture that shows gratitude Kindness is the word that heals the wound 

Kindness is the song that fills the sound 

Kindness is the gift that needs no return 

Kindness is the lesson that we all must learn

.

The Purple Moon by "Bing" ( AI )

 Title: The Purple Moon

I see the purple moon In the starry night It beckons me to come And explore its light

I board a rocket ship And blast off from Earth I feel a thrill of joy And a sense of worth

I reach the purple moon And land on its soil I marvel at its beauty And admire its toil

It tells me its secrets Of cosmic wonders Of ancient mysteries And hidden blunders

I thank the purple moon For its gracious gift I bid it farewell And prepare to lift

I return to Earth With a new insight I cherish the purple moon In the starry night 

." 

X aka swamply

 

In the desert he saw

the purple moon

in the dotted sky

and they carried away 

his secrets

 nature's  spiritual pursuits 

 things having an influence on my mind 

nonhuman beings 

x

fate twisted hearts

nights stand

holding hands a swinging chain

back and forth 

repetitions of sincerity

and the unforgettable 

rhyme 

racing into dream creamy showers 

of  hearts run-through

performing the scenes 

of a romantic play

with the audience ever held

at the point of tears

$.. 

night waves

drenched by a silence

replacing words

 I swallow  time as

my spirit glides into a mirage-

posting  into the blank multiverse 

to clear the uneveness 

tell the world if your heart has

a lot to say

even if it's just  tumbling feathers 

into  the dryer.

*(2i*)

Every morning

caress escape 

wave wave movement infinite  upward

planned simple

and end and and , in that case, and

after a lot of reflection

didn't really matter  

and I swear I'm happy

.

an unexpected calm

 pools of eloquence dissolved into dry reflected smiles 

I'd shout but then maybe someone would stare

as I walk past empty tables  

marble scattered on the walls

hid by life and temperature  

pleeding an  outer universe We light candles 

 Her eyes are stars of twilight 

  -Like all beginnings 

when color changes   contrast   emerges 

into a unique landscape 

None can dim a healthy world entirely

 though mesmerized   

I still listen to our most sincere moments; to our darkness 

but just for a moment...

before or just after the whirlpools 

draw me too deep within

Untitled smiles cost nothing but well done ones leave a feeling of guilt.

.4

Resting as I do

 

in a soft windless steady rain

There is still the first rule 

The world reinvents itself 

in a continuous  pulse

without first step

or torch with blazing light  

in song

from the universal note

Night's sensation

a human body of liquid time

controlled by the Earth 

beside me in electrical charges held in blood acid

beaming warmth light moving my lips eyes like tides

A thousand emotions into a version of the past I forgot existed.

*

what I return to you

While we move the stars in some way I'll never understand

vibrating and swinging in an arc across the sky 

long fingers retracing love’s wondrous  persistence.

God's putting space again in my eyes 

Moving  honestly 

Believe  in the universe closest to you

and that I don't name names,,,

Use your radar to circumnavigate the back screen 

the radiologist, books, and the aerial mixing of words with pauses   

In trying to view thing this way

You may find spirals too within soft tissue

and words with eyes breathing cold echoes into your heart

what I didn't come to say

The voice that slows and catches paused dreams 

looking back just saying simply what to do 

pinpointing curiosities

 not in weakness or fear,  but in confidence 

with comfort and calm

I'm going to Believe 

4/3

no fusilli abrupt pronouncement

 

that the faintest breath 

contains the deliverance from our tears

closets

escapes 

conclusions

all  initiative and memory

all as well  

• laggardly, 
• leisurely 
casually 

slowly withered the day into night  

  '^