AN Simmons poetry

Experimenting with haiku and other micro poetry

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Iteration:

evasion tactics
the sun in her high vantage
laser scarred stumps

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evasion tactics
the sun in her high vantage
lasers blasting

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laid out on my own surface
pulled to the skin of creation
nothing inside but organs, doing their jobs
the world here with me
perfect chaos

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tired satisfied family
drunk Russians on the phone
gently jounced
a too loud debate
that should've been saved for home

#haiku #tanka

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ankle deep in wine
uncorking a few well aged
opinions

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Yes this is going to be the first Great Filter for humanity.

If we're lucky, the first incident will be targeted at a specific group of people, will only kill hundreds of millions of us, and we'll adapt our society to avoid transmission of engineered pandemics.

[Noah Smith 🐇🇺🇸🇺🇦🇹🇼 @Noahpinion]

If AI does kill the human race, I think this is the most likely scenario for how it happens.

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withered summer meadow
just a little rain
so many bright flowers

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a cup of water each day
for the brown, brown grass
hearts grow back too

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hammock days
days slinking past the buildings
red skinned and salty

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moonrise
a satellite and an overnight flight
flee the scene

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I forgive myself for being happy and still
And grant myself these days for living
To live is to work, and more than just work

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party leftovers
handed out
with bleary goodbyes

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No poetry today, just a record of a weekend lived well. On Friday lunchtime, spontaneously decided to host a barbeque on Sunday.

Messaged friends, did a big Tesco run, cleaned the house and set the garden in order, prepped dishes, tested out the new barbie.

Greeted guests, plied them with snacks and booze, joked and bantered and swapped anecdotes. Grappled with the vents till the coals were roaring hot.

Filled everyone with chicken and salad and fancy crisps and homemade dips and beer and cider and juice and ice cream and fruit, till we were all bursting and red faced and competing for the hammock.

Let everyone go with a hug and some leftovers, then played ukulele outside with the stragglers till it got just cool enough to give us goose pimples.

Housemate did most of the cleanup, so watched a silly thriller with the cats and wallowed happily in contentment.

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change, change again
the birch leaves flip
in a hot restless wind

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weeping birch trees
shaken into shape
hot summer winds

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a change of habit
weeping birch
restless in a hot wind

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freed from my desk
a marble moon slips
through grey glass banners

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split personalities
hot summer Earth, her nations
serene skull Moon