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Fiction, Poetry, Writing

Across the Universe

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(Poem 89 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Actors (clockwise from top C) Martin Luther McCoy, Dana Fuchs, T.V. Carpio, Ekaterina Sknavina, Evan Rachel Wood, Jim Sturgess, Kiva Dawson, Joe Anderson and Halley Wegryn Gross are shown in a scene from the film “Across The Universe” in this undated publicity photograph. https://images.app.goo.gl/VGx3qPKwxrQnu3xp6

i’m just a Girl standing here
wanting you to Hold Me Tight
so i can give you All My Loving.
I Want to Hold Your Hand.
though i endure tough times
With a Little Help From my Friends,
It Won’t Be Long before i need
more than they can give, but
I’ve Just Seen a Face that i can never
forget, and that is saying a lot for me.
i pray that god will Let It Be our
destiny that we will Come Together
forever, and if we ever get married,
Why Don’t We Do It in the Rain?
If I Fell, would you catch me?
I Want You to be the one who
always catches me, not the one
who says, “She’s So Heavy”, and
shirks the hard parts of love.
Dear Prudence will be our saving
grace, for our future will never
lack with us in it. we’ll be Flying
high the Blue Jay Way over the
rainbow and off to neverland
where I Am the Walrus and you are
the Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite
because you make my heart soar.
Something you said to me changed
my perspective forever, Oh! Darling.
you loved me as i was, freckles and
paleness, green-eyed simplicity, and
Strawberry Fields Forever.
it was a Revolution to be loved for
myself and celebrated for my curves.
you love me when i suffer,
and While My Guitar Gently Weeps,
you hold and comfort me, transporting
my grief Across the Universe.
you love me when my anger has
turned our world Helter Skelter and i
have forgotten Happiness
is a Warm Gun aimed at a Blackbird
the only way to handle strife?
no, you have shown me that
it’s ok to walk away, to pause,
to let things simmer down, then say Hey
Jude-iciously discuss our differences.
Don’t Let Me Down, my love.
don’t ever become someone other
than who you are. whoever said,
All You Need Is Love, never got a divorce.
you also need the right person, a
person who makes you feel like
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
when things are rough and you feel like
lana in the dirt with slime.

@Home Studio – 89th poem of the year

Todd, Suzanne., et al. Across the Universe Widescreen., Sony Pictures Home Entertainment, 2009.

Poetry, Writing

Esther

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(Poem 88 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/b0Wu4s

Hadassah’s fate was sealed by her beauty,
to become queen of the Persians and Medes.
Though Jewish blood ran through her veins,
Ahasuerus supplied all her needs.

She was put in place to save her people
from Haman, a vindictive and hateful man
who wanted to kill her entire race
with a conniving and evil master plan.

By purim’s luck, the date was set
to exterminate every Jew in the land,
but Esther’s favor with the king bought grace,
which allowed her people to take a stand.

And on that day so long ago
when soldiers attacked the Jews,
they were ready with weapons to defend themselves
thanks to the king’s brave Jewish muse.

@Home Studio – 88th poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Toad Stool

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(Poem 87 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/gegjFn

Toads have their stools
Lions have their manes
Kings have their trumpets
They all love the rains

Jiminy have their crickets
Puffs have their balls
Hogs have their hedges
They’re cute as baby dolls

Buttons have their shirts
Oysters have their shells
Beeches have their waves
They’re in all witches’ spells

Blushers have their crushes
Chickens have their woods
Fairies have their rings
They grow in all the hoods

Dryad’s have their saddles
Jew’s have their ears
Caps have their inks
They play on all our fears

Georges have their saints
Deer have their shields
Oxen have their tongues
They give life to our fields

@Home Studio – 87th poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Stained Glass

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(Poem 86 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/i4nhSA

When you smile at me with genuine joy,
there’s no greater sight in the world.
It’s like an endless field of bluebonnets,
or the moment a rainbow appears in the sky.
It’s the striking outline of snow-capped mountains,
or a stained-glass window that takes your breath away.

When you laugh out loud spontaneously,
there’s no greater sound in the world.
It’s like a church choir breaking into song,
or celebration after the game-winning goal.
It’s birds calling to each other across a glade,
or the dazzling fanfare of a marching band.

When you hold me tight in your strong arms,
there’s no better feeling in the world.
It’s like warming your hands in front of a fire,
or soaking in a hot bubble bath on a cold day.
It’s hot tea and Christmas lights, a whispered prayer,
or the first sunlight after a storm, wrapped up in peace.

@Home Studio – 86th poem of the year

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Spaceship Drive-In

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(Poem 85 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/1zA0kp

Everyone’s headed to the spaceship drive-in
for an intergalactic action film that’s fun for all.
There’ll be grays and goblins and little green men
flatwoods, skyfish, and even a reptilian.

The shiphops stay busy on opening night
zipping back and forth to bring snacks port side—
rocket fizzing popcorn, chocolate mint moon pie,
orders of Martian marshmallows left and right.

Tall whites and other Nordics get a little loud,
igniting their thrusters and honking their horns,
shooting coil guns upward, making a smoke cloud,
their rowdy mischief annoying the older crowd.

Lovers hold all the hands and some are lip to lip,
but others actually want to watch this latest release.
Some moviegoers flew many lightyears round trip,
while others are here just to show off their new ship.

Whatever the reason for coming here to see
this movie at the drive-in on planet Jupiterion,
everyone will have some fun this night of revelry.
It will be a good time, on this we all agree.

@Home Studio – 85th poem of the year

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Lonely Boat

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(Poem 84 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/2ecDkl

Is there anything lonelier
than an empty boat
in the middle of the sea?

It has lost its mate
to the wind and the waves,
who never more shall be.

No, nothing is lonelier
than an empty boat
in the middle of the sea.

Except, perhaps,
this empty room
without you and only me.

@Home Studio – 84th poem of the year

Fiction, Health, Poetry, Writing

Hobbit Hole

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(Poem 83 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/IqifFz

Someday I’ll live in a hobbit hole
and grow mushrooms and sweet mint.
I’ll stoke a small fire to cut the chill
and steep cinnamon for a cozy scent.

First thing in the morning, I’ll sip my tea,
while I watch the sunrise in peace.
Then at 10:02, I’ll water the plants,
before hand-feeding the bunnies and geese.

By then it’ll be time for second breakfast—
berries and cream in a bowl.
Then I’ll probably need to take a nap
because that’s life in a hobbit hole.

@Home Studio – 83rd poem of the year

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Pondering Woman

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(Poem 82 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/jPrvHv

Shall I build a spire atop my roof
and invite the townspeople to a
grand ball with a string quartet?
Or shall I plant a rose garden
hedged in by topiaries and pebble
paths bordered by flower beds?
Or shall I plan a high tea with
clotted cream, scones, and jam,
cucumber sandwiches all around?
If it’s a rainy day, should I pass
the time by taking an afternoon
lover and lounge on satin cushions?
If I’m feeling melancholy, shall I
read a book of poems by candlelight
and cry luxuriously at the romance?
Once I pay bills and file my taxes,
get my oil changed and check the mail,
grocery shop and gas up the car,
shall I start on my new to do list?
Yes, I think I shall.

@Home Studio – 82nd poem of the year

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AI and Hands

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(Poem 81 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/fWy0Ra

AI is puzzled by human hands.
They are used for grasping
objects and gesturing,
typing on keyboards and
petting animals, holding
teacups aloft and shielding
the eyes to protect from
bright sunlight, but mostly
they hang strangely from
the end of human arms
without purpose or form.
How many fingers is anyone’s
guess; where one hand ends
and another begins cannot
be determined by the
greatest minds in computing.
All the hands touching
one’s face must be the way
to show comfort to another.
Perhaps a hand should sprout
from an ankle, to better
touch the earth’s surface with.
And don’t even get AI started
on the fingernails; we’ll be
here all day trying to figure out
the what and where of those,
never mind the why…

@Home Studio – 81st poem of the year

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Sunrise in a Jar

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(Poem 80 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/FuTTQO

I once caught sunrise in a jar
and was tempted to keep it,
put it on my bookshelf next to
an Asian vase and a picture of
a peacock I got off Marketplace.
I held that jar, warm as a cup
of tea, and felt the hum of
life dawning between my palms.
Regret at trapping such a being
immediately overwhelmed me,
and I unscrewed the lid lefty-
loosie until nothing hindered
egress, yet sunrise remained
in the jar as though appreciative
of a pause; so, we sat together
a little longer, sunrise and me.
Though brief, the moment was
poignant, and I am ashamed to
admit I sometimes wish I had
kept the lid screwed on tight.

@Home Studio – 80th poem of the year