I woke this morning with this idea in my head. I have been using AI a lot for research and learning as of late (and loving it) and I pondered some on the implications of it in the creative world.…
Poetry
Share your spirit
Wayward Poem by Richard Crossley
Fingers of those golden rays dance across the lines where the darkness meets the darker out on the ridge of pines and the morning dew cast diamonds that no-one can bear away and day begins its trek again, that’s always…
Lonely Temptations
There’s a lonely past the wishing, that someone else was near.. It feels a lot like emptiness, a bitter taste like fear.. A place so dark that stars are lost, so deep the heart is crushed.. A cold and rough…
The Horseman
The noose doth tighten, and in the distant darkness the smile of death rests upon the icy cold shoulders of a black steed.. He waiteth, not impatiently, but with cruel and uncaring malice, for the final stitch; the last and…
Poets’ Spirit
The words, empty and meaningless, without purpose, strength or ability, change no views, sharpen no sense, and define no sentiment.. Like paint in a bucket, to be splashed upon the surface of our lives, creating nothing, but a landscape of…
Mother Remembered
From infancy through childhood, to manhood, where I am, You gave your every living breath, to help me understand;That life is more than hunt and peck, nor just a party grand,and what I do from day to day, shows not…
The Bake before Christmas
Twas a week (more or less) before Christmas and panic set in Momma knew that the baking prep had to begin There was butter to buy, nuts and chocolate in bulk and to bring it inside she would need that…
