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Poetry, Writing

Aslan’s Reign

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(Poem 107 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

Aslan’s reign shall have no end;
from ocean to mountain,
the land will be prosperous.
Jew and Gentile, and everyone
else, will gather on the banks of
The Great River to gaze at the
beauty of the living stars who
dance and move as they please.
After looking into his eyes,
those who rejoice at seeing him
are welcomed into his world; no
one is forced to dwell in paradise.
Soup and pie, jellies and ices,
fruit and nuts, and endless tea—
magical beasts, giants, and dragons,
dwarves, centaurs, and unicorns alike
share in feasts of honey and cakes,
pomegranates and peaches in
many-colored sugar and cream.
Toffee trees with peppermint leaves
grow wild alongside lovely dryads.
The great eagle soars above
the rolling hills and never once
notices the mice or small birds
fluttering below, as there is no
more death, mourning, crying,
or pain, for the former things
have passed away, and all is peace.

@Home Studio – 107th poem of the year

Lewis, C. S. The Chronicles of Narnia Series. HarperCollins, 1950-1956.

Revelation 21:4, The Bible. King James Version, http://www.bible.com/bible/compare/REV.21.4

Poetry, Writing

Lesson 15 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 106 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“To the extent you know love, you become love.” – Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/0CT7bo

Love is a universal force,
not an attachment or
extension of the ego.
The opposite of possession
is an empty vessel ready
to be filled to the brim
with the energy of love
that is freely poured out
by the one who loves.
Rather than wait around
for an image of love to
reflect our own or hope
they repair our brokenness,
why not tap into the source
that can fill the void and
seal the cracks and make
us whole so we can learn
wholehearted true love?
Out beyond memory of
personal past filled with
shame or guilt, rejection
or resentment, lies the
“quiet experience of Being.”
True love is not a void of
lack papered over by
denial, but entering the
essence of self that is the
wellspring of love, the simple
silent home of the beloved.

@Home Studio – 106th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.102-108.

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Poetry, Writing

Partners

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(Poem 105 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/cAB3V7

It helps to have someone
by your side during the
tough times and the good,
to view the sunsets and
take shelter from the storms,
climb the mountains and
swim across the rivers,
have your back in a pinch,
listen to your stories again, 
scratch the spots on your
back that you can’t reach,
and give you a shoulder to
lean on when you are weak,
and the nice thing about
having a friend, is that
as much as they help you,
you do the same for them.                

@Home Studio – 105th poem of the year                     

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Lawnmower Grandad

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(Poem 104 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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

The lawn must be mowed,
and no one else does it right.
From the porch to the road,
keep the column lines tight.

Outline the driveway on the edge;
hold the steering wheel straight.
Get right up close to the hedge,
and be sure to mow near the gate.

Over time you’ll finish the job,
even if you take little nap breaks.
Use the steering wheel knob
to avoid too many muscle aches.

Someday you’ll have to do the task
of keeping this yard looking neat.
If you can do it without having to ask
for help I’ll know my job’s complete.

@Home Studio – 104th poem of the year

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Poetry, Writing

Creatures in Space

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(Poem 103 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/1pvvI2

There are creatures in space
who have infested a planet,
burrowing into the layers of soil,
creating habitats of wonder.
They are labeled indigenous
because no one is sure how
they were originally seeded.
Tales abound of spontaneous
generation or magical intervention,
but more than likely, they
are an invasive species who
hitched a ride uninvited and
were accidentally released.
Their unwelcome presence
has altered the ecosystem
such that millions of other
species are now extinct,
choked out of existence by
their insatiable hunger and
destructive tendencies, including
but not limited to the following:
“preying on native species
carrying or causing disease
introducing new pathogens
displacing current populations
by living in the same niche
outcompeting native species
for food and other resources
preventing native species from reproducing
and killing native species’ young.”
It is believed that they are the
“leading cause of global biodiversity loss”
and are irreparably and permanently
altering the well-being of the planet.

@Home Studio – 103rd poem of the year


“Invasive Species” prompt. Beta, Google AI, 14 Apr. 2024, http://www.google.com/search



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Floofy Jack

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(Poem 102 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/d1AA4q

Floofy Jack is a big teddy bear
who happens to have a lot of hair.
He’s huge and fluffy and stinky, too;
thanks to his height, he has the best view.

Once in a while he’ll come to town
and walk down the street, each step on the ground
shaking the buildings, one mighty paw
is sure to make onlookers stare in awe.

They know the gentle giant will leave
after taking a stroll and a moment to grieve
at the place where the little girl rescued him
and gave his claws their very first trim.

The story is legend across the land—
how the girl saved the giant with her tiny hand.
With pets and treats and laughter and love,
she helped him become as gentle as a dove.

She proved to everyone near and far
that size doesn’t matter; it’s how kind you are.
She named Floofy Jack and called him her friend
and was his companion until the end.

When she passed away, he cried for a week;
his tears created a new fishing creek.
And that’s how the town was finally named
Bear Creek, thanks to the girl and the giant she tamed.

@Home Studio – 102nd poem of the year