Down the Rabbit Hole: Alice in Wonderland Inspired Poetry

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.

Alice in wonderland photoshoot with a bunny running

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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…?

Alice in wonderland photoshoot with a bunny running and a woman drinking tea.

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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,

She got the crown.

On her head it rested lightly,

And dreams of the times it was knightly,

She fell asleep ones again, nightly.

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Sleep well,

When she wakes up again by the bell,

There will be more stories to tell.

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Until then,

May all sleep in Zen,

With dreams so sweet and heavenly,

Of sweet sweet melody,

Towards each our own destiny.

May each our dreams be filled with love,

With stories to tell and send with a dove.

Dreams of adventures and bunny holes,

And all the Alice in wonderland [1]roles.

The mad hatter and tea party bunnies for sure,

Like madness didn’t need a cure,

For all the best people are, with minds so pure.

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We all have each our dream,

Not always quite what it seems.

Go for your dreamlife for sure,

Cause life has no cure.

An expiration date is all that it means,

So live life dear kings and queens.

Live fully with all your heart,

It’s part of the art.

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Sleeping in and sleeping more,

Is healing at its core.

However, know when to wake up,

Have a coffee cup,

And get up:

It’s time to pursue your dreams,

You start by the schemes.

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Good morning or good night,

Let this be your sign and light,

To fight and find peace, all in the same dream by day and by night.

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Good morning, or good night.


[1] Lewis Carroll et al., Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland (New York: Gramercy Books, 2004).

Love & Light / CG

My debut book “A Poetry Collection of The Broken and The Divine” is out for sale on Amazon (paperback and e-book)

A poem with the use of ChatGPT:

Down the rabbit hole we go,

Where adventures never slow.

With Alice as our guide,

We’ll see wonders far and wide.

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The Cheshire Cat will grin,

As we journey through his whims.

The Mad Hatter will pour tea,

As we dance with glee.

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The Queen of Hearts will shout,

As we play a game of croquet no doubt.

But the Jabberwocky we’ll slay,

And save the day.

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In this world of make-believe,

We’ll find our courage and achieve.

For down the rabbit hole we go,

Where adventures never slow.

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We search and search for what we seek,

Our purpose, our passion, our unique.

We try new things, we take a chance,

We question ourselves, we learn to dance.

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We find joy in the little things,

The sound of birds, the joy it brings.

We see the beauty in the world,

The ocean waves, the sunrise unfurled.

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We connect with people near and far,

Building bridges, healing scars.

We lend a helping hand,

Supporting others, taking a stand.

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Through the ups and downs of life,

We find our purpose, end the strife.

Our journey may be long or short,

But with purpose, we’ll never fall short.

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So let us continue to explore,

Our passions, our dreams, and so much more.

For finding our purpose is a lifelong quest,

But the journey itself is what is best.

Poetry

‘Mad Minds’

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.  

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All the best,

CG Art & Poetry