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ART IS LIFE & A GIFT. Content Warning.
I wrote this earlier in 2025. Today I decided to create a video that I had in my brain. I am studying the new formats of AI. I use AI as a tool. Really getting bored with peeps who do not even want to learn the first concept of using AI as a tool. They go through pages of their colleague’s material and discard the material as they assume was created by AI. However, I used one of my poems I wrote in 1967. The result was it was 100% AI. In 1967 there was no AI, no computers, no cell phones, and no digital. So, peepers’ creepers of paranoia over AI research, write the author, ask them if they used AI to write. That is courteous to your colleague. I am 75 with degrees in nursing, business, and journalism. I studied real journalism not FOX yellow journalism. WE NEED TO BE KIND, SEARCH FOR TRUTH, RESEARCH BEFORE ACCUSATIONS TOWARDS YOUR COLLEAGUES.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
صحيت فى يوم بدري بلبل جي صحاني
صحيت في يوم بدريبُلبل جي صحّاني واقف على حِجريغَرِد بألحانيسلّمت ليه أمريوتركـت أحلاميخَدنـي جمال صوتهوانا وحدي وحدانيبحنان لامس ريشهخليك يا فنّانيولا فيه بيوم تجريوتسيبني بنعانيقالي السلام سيرتيولا فيه غُنا تانيإن سيبت حريتيأصلي... وعنوانيوقولتله بشوقكتذهب... وعود تانيأكتب كلام أجملمن شوقي ليك تانيلكن الأمان عهديترجعلي يوم تانيوتسيبني أنام واصحىفاكر لأحلاميI woke up early one dayA nightingale came to wake meStanding on my lapSinging my melodiesI surrendered to him,Leaving behind my dreamsHis voice took me awayAnd I was left alone, lonelyGently, his feathers touched"Stay, oh artist," he whisperedNever to run away againLeaving me in sorrowHe said, "My peace is my story,And no other song is hereIf I lose my freedom,**That is my essence, my legacy."I told him with longing,"Leave, take your promises awayI’ll write words more beautifulThan the longing I feel for you."But my promise is my safety,"Return to me another dayLet me sleep and wake up,Remembering my dreams."
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
رحله مع اصحابي
راودني تفكيري × في رحله مع أصحابي نمشي ونتفسّح × نفرح في أعيادي إجازة جت قدّام × والبحر ليه احلام ونقول نروح نصطاد × ونُمُْرعلى الوادي مركب وسِنّارة × أو شبكة الصيّاد نحلم ونستبشر × والخير من الأمجاد لكن لقينا الريح × غيّر مواعيدنا والرحلة اجلنا × رجعت مراكبنا قالوا البديل موجود × نزور حضارتنا نتأمل التاريخ × ونعيش زمان مفقود ونشوف بلاد وفنون × ونلعب الألعاب والليل بيشملنا × شعر وغنا ورباب نسهر ونتسامر × وضَحكات من الأحباب وقمر ينورنا × والفرحة في الألباب وهناك قابلنا الناس × سٌياح من الآفاق جُم للبلاد سُياح × مُتعَه وكمان إعجاب حكينلهم القصه × وكمان بقينا أصحاب رحله ملاها الحب × وروح بلا أبواب 🎶 Thought came to me, let’s go, just me and my crew Walkin’ and laughin’ — holidays feelin’ new 🎉 Vacation time is here × the sea is dreamin’ clear We said: Let’s fish today × and pass the valley near A boat and a fishing rod × or a net from an old-time cod We dream and we feel so bright × good luck is sent from God But then the winds blew strong × the timing all went wrong Our trip got pushed away × our boats returned to bay They said: “There’s more to do! Let’s see what’s old and true!” Explore our ancient lands × and feel the past shine through We saw the arts, the sights × we played through days and nights And when the stars would shine × we sang in soft moonlight We laughed, we stayed up late × with joy we celebrate The moon would light our way × and hearts would radiate And there, we met some friends × tourists from distant lands They came with open hearts × and joy that understands We shared with them our tale × and friendship set its sail A trip so full of love × no walls, no chain, no jail
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
A poem on a word from your native language, the one that becomes a door to a forgotten home, a childhood smell, a buried grief or a lost revolution
Beckoning my existence Uss rab par vishwas rakh, har manzil me tera saathi ho vo khuda, Kyuki Jado usdi meher hove toh tenu vo bhi miljaye jo tera nahi ho sakda!
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Every one follows
🎵 "Everyone Follows" I ran one day, no map, no way Chasing dreams that fade away It wasn't me, but still they say "That’s just the way you play" Pressure tight, my mind was loud The world below, my head in clouds Is this the life I dreamed about? Or just a broken route? I looked behind—surprised to see A thousand feet walked after me They didn’t know my pain or why They followed still, no question—why? They copied moves, like mirrors lie But no one lived—just passed me by I stopped to breathe, they left the air Their stories vanished—no one cared The world became a tape on loop Same voices in a lifeless group I tried a car, with winds so free Next day they all drove next to me The tales they told, their show and flair But none had truth—they weren’t there One day I saved a drowning mule Cleaned her up, made her cool Brushed her hair, made her shine Then everyone said, “That mule is mine” I looked behind—what did I find? Reflections lost in humankind No reason why, no aim, no grace Just empty echoes in the race So tell me now, what should I do? Why does the world keep chasing too? Oh God above, give me a clue Why does it always end this way... With no one walking their own way?
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
