In the Easter spirit, though it just has passed, here are two poems inspired by Alice in Wonderland and bunny holes of adventures:
But it is the journey and whom you meet,
That will make you feel complete
CG Art & Poetry/ Gjersvik, 2022, p.79, also available here “Success”
The first poem is written by me – which you’ll also find in my book. The second is written using ChatGPT – first of all just for fun, but I must say I’m impressed by the result #techfun.
Sleeping beauty
Oh, a sleeping beauty of some,
A sleeping beauty like the story told by mum.
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If it was only so simple to come.
When I thought, I was going to bed,
My head decided to rhyme instead….
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If only sleep came easily,
With dreams of a castle and bee,
She thought queasily.
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When sleep finally arrived and knocked her out,
Her dreams were all about,
Horror and terrifying news,
She didn’t lose her shoe at the ball,
She never experienced it at all.
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Instead, her nightmare woke her,
And maybe the waves from the shore.
At least she’s secure after all.
Breathing heavily, while tears are drained,
Has she gone completely insane?
No for reality hit her after all.
A quick dive down the rabbit whole of Alice in wonderland for an adventure to cure – the very ordinary of life, and again to dance through it all while still fighting a strife.
For who says you can’t dance through life….
Still fighting a strife…?
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Sometimes a new perspective is all that you need,
For you to plant a new seed.
A seed to water and grow,
And let all your ideas flow.
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In the story she goes after stories to tell,
Before the ring of the morning bell.
Thus, when all her thoughts were collected and written down,
This world is mad. Mader than the hatter. And though they said the best people are…. Do we really think so when we see the scars? There is no such thing as love anymore,
no relationships, only situationships.
“Everyone” has not only a person but persons. Married, but ladies on the side. Here money rules them all. Capitalism and a broken generation. Respect and trust are not to be found. Yeah, everyone fucks around.
By not even a click of a button, but a face recognition to open the phone. Only a few swipes for you to feel like you’re on a thrown. A new conquest for you to have… only to break their backs.
But not only backs are broken, souls are hurt, and hearts have finally spoken. Hearts have shattered and emotions gone, for if you are to survive you must be the cold-hearted one….Or so this life has shown.
What happened with chivalry? Words of kindness? The forehead kisses, only
for the one?
…What happened to the love?
If you care, you are even mader. For emotions are to be abused, don’t fall into the trap or you’ll end up bruised. Yeah, in a world where money rules them all, you can’t let yourself fall. For if you do, shame on you. The fault is yours, and yours only. So if you care, leave it behind. Go and find that money mind. Then you’ll survive and thrive. As crazy as it sounds, that’s the only way to the crowns. If you care and don’t manage to find that other mind… go through the door and leave this world behind.
Go fuck someone to unfuck yourself. Fuck all the fucks away. When no fucks are given and money rules, you have finally found the tools and jewels.
But in the end, down the line, you’ll find another mad mind. An empty life is what you made, from the mistake of only getting laid.