@lemmy.world
These stories are mine.
They're drawn from my own life, observations, and experiences.
And many times, I write of the odd way I see the world.
The language learning model (or AI as some call it) doesn't invent the story—it simply helps me turn them into poetry.
Think of it like using a ruler. I can draw a pretty straight line by hand, but if I already know exactly where I want the line, why not use the ruler?
In a perfect world, such a life
Outdoor freedom and chasing mice.
However, in the area, which I live
Only one guarantee I could give.
Turkey vultures, Hawks, and more
They spend their lives as prey and not much more.
So for now, they’ll take their window scene, and afternoon trips to the backyard catio (16’x8’) in between.
A Walk Through Woodlake Botanical Garden
We entered the garden, where pathways unwind, And left all the noise of the highway behind. A beautiful entrance, a promise of more, And Marilyn smiling at what lay in store.
Marilyn: “Oh, look at the roses! Just look at that red! And those lovely pink blossoms just up ahead! How many varieties could possibly grow?”
David: “More than I ever imagined, I know. But before we go wandering too terribly far, Did you happen to notice where the apple trees are?”
Marilyn: “We’ve only just entered! We’ve barely begun!”
David: “I’m planning ahead, dear. That’s half of the fun.”
We followed the pathway through blossoms galore, With each little turning revealing still more. Roses in colors too numerous to name, And not two arrangements appearing the same.
Marilyn: “How can one flower have so many faces? So many colors, so many graces? And look at these petals! The shape and the hue! Do you think that one’s lavender? Or possibly blue?”
David: “I haven’t the faintest, but isn’t it grand? And speaking of colors, there’s green fruit at hand.”
Marilyn: “David!”
David: “What?”
Marilyn: “Would you please look at the flowers?”
David: “I am! I’ve been looking for nearly an hour!”
We came to the lilies, afloat on the pond, Their blossoms reflected in waters beyond. They rested like jewels on a shimmering sheet, A sight so serene even I stopped my feet.
Marilyn: “Oh, aren’t they lovely? So peaceful and bright! How do they float with their petals upright? And look at the hibiscus, so open and wide! It’s almost as though all the sunshine’s inside.”
David: “The flowers are gorgeous, I’ll certainly grant. But I’m curious about that enormous green plant.”
Marilyn: “Do you know what it is?”
David: “Not a clue, I’m afraid.”
Marilyn: “Then why are you staring?”
David: “I’m wondering what could be made.”
Marilyn: “Into what?”
David: “A nice salad.”
Marilyn: “You’re hopeless, you know.”
David: “Then perhaps we should find where the edible things grow.”
And there stood the apples, both crimson and green, As tempting a sight as we’d ever seen. A welcoming sign made the rules very clear: Enjoy what is ripe while you’re visiting here.
But leave some for others, don’t carry away A harvest of fruit at the end of the day. The garden’s abundance was meant to be shared, A generous custom, thoughtfully cared.
Marilyn: “Remember the owner, the first time we came? He showed us around, though he’d finished his day. And told us the berries would ripen in time, Then invited us back when the season was prime.”
David: “I remember distinctly. A wonderful man. And I’ve been considering his generous plan.”
Marilyn: “His plan?”
David: “Yes, the berries. The apples. The fruit.”
Marilyn: “You’re turning this garden into a buffet route!”
David: “Not at all, dear! The rules are quite plain. We eat what we like, but the rest must remain. A taste for ourselves, and enough left to share. I think that’s a beautiful way to show care.”
Marilyn: “That was surprisingly thoughtful of you.”
David: “Thank you. Now, red apple or green? Which will do?”
We found us a bench in a comfortable place, Where sunshine and shadows moved softly through space. I took out my knife with a gentleman’s flair, And sliced up an apple for Marilyn to share.
Marilyn: “Now this is quite lovely. The flowers, the trees, The sound of the garden, the wandering breeze. It’s wonderful how they’ve created this space, Where everyone visiting finds their own place.”
David: “And nobody needs to spend money to dine!”
Marilyn: “David, we’re sharing one apple.”
David: “And isn’t it fine?”
She laughed as I handed another slice through, And I couldn’t help smiling. I usually do. For gardens are lovely, and blossoms are grand, But better by far with her holding my hand.
We wandered again past the roses in bloom, Their colors and fragrances filling the room That nature had built without ceiling or wall, A beautiful place with enough for us all.
Marilyn: “I wonder how many more flowers we’ll see? And what all these beautiful blossoms might be?”
David: “I wonder what fruits will be ripe when we’re back.”
Marilyn: “Is everything food to you?”
David: “Not everything. Just a potential snack.”
And somewhere between all the flowers and trees, The water lilies and warm autumn breeze, I realized the finest thing growing that day Wasn’t a blossom along the pathway.
It was another small memory, precious and true, Of wandering somewhere with nothing to do But marvel at beauty, share laughter and food, And find that the world was exceptionally good.
So here’s to the garden, its generous ways, Its blossoms, its fruit, and its sun-filled days. And here’s to the owner, whose kindness we knew, Who welcomes the many, not merely the few.
Marilyn: “Shall we come back when the berries appear?”
David: “I thought you’d never ask, my dear.”
Marilyn: “And next time, perhaps, you’ll admire every flower?”
David: “Of course! We can do that for hour after hour.”
Marilyn: “Without asking which ones are something to eat?”
David: “Well, darling, let’s not make a promise we can’t keep.”
**The Botanical Adventures of David and Marilyn ** A Walk Through Woodlake Botanical Garden
We entered the garden, where pathways unwind, And left all the noise of the highway behind. A beautiful entrance, a promise of more, And Marilyn smiling at what lay in store.
Marilyn: “Oh, look at the roses! Just look at that red! And those lovely pink blossoms just up ahead! How many varieties could possibly grow?”
David: “More than I ever imagined, I know. But before we go wandering too terribly far, Did you happen to notice where the apple trees are?”
Marilyn: “We’ve only just entered! We’ve barely begun!”
David: “I’m planning ahead, dear. That’s half of the fun.”
We followed the pathway through blossoms galore, With each little turning revealing still more. Roses in colors too numerous to name, And not two arrangements appearing the same.
Marilyn: “How can one flower have so many faces? So many colors, so many graces? And look at these petals! The shape and the hue! Do you think that one’s lavender? Or possibly blue?”
David: “I haven’t the faintest, but isn’t it grand? And speaking of colors, there’s green fruit at hand.”
Marilyn: “David!”
David: “What?”
Marilyn: “Would you please look at the flowers?”
David: “I am! I’ve been looking for nearly an hour!”
We came to the lilies, afloat on the pond, Their blossoms reflected in waters beyond. They rested like jewels on a shimmering sheet, A sight so serene even I stopped my feet.
Marilyn: “Oh, aren’t they lovely? So peaceful and bright! How do they float with their petals upright? And look at the hibiscus, so open and wide! It’s almost as though all the sunshine’s inside.”
David: “The flowers are gorgeous, I’ll certainly grant. But I’m curious about that enormous green plant.”
Marilyn: “Do you know what it is?”
David: “Not a clue, I’m afraid.”
Marilyn: “Then why are you staring?”
David: “I’m wondering what could be made.”
Marilyn: “Into what?”
David: “A nice salad.”
Marilyn: “You’re hopeless, you know.”
David: “Then perhaps we should find where the edible things grow.”
And there stood the apples, both crimson and green, As tempting a sight as we’d ever seen. A welcoming sign made the rules very clear: Enjoy what is ripe while you’re visiting here.
But leave some for others, don’t carry away A harvest of fruit at the end of the day. The garden’s abundance was meant to be shared, A generous custom, thoughtfully cared.
Marilyn: “Remember the owner, the first time we came? He showed us around, though he’d finished his day. And told us the berries would ripen in time, Then invited us back when the season was prime.”
David: “I remember distinctly. A wonderful man. And I’ve been considering his generous plan.”
Marilyn: “His plan?”
David: “Yes, the berries. The apples. The fruit.”
Marilyn: “You’re turning this garden into a buffet route!”
David: “Not at all, dear! The rules are quite plain. We eat what we like, but the rest must remain. A taste for ourselves, and enough left to share. I think that’s a beautiful way to show care.”
Marilyn: “That was surprisingly thoughtful of you.”
David: “Thank you. Now, red apple or green? Which will do?”
We found us a bench in a comfortable place, Where sunshine and shadows moved softly through space. I took out my knife with a gentleman’s flair, And sliced up an apple for Marilyn to share.
Marilyn: “Now this is quite lovely. The flowers, the trees, The sound of the garden, the wandering breeze. It’s wonderful how they’ve created this space, Where everyone visiting finds their own place.”
David: “And nobody needs to spend money to dine!”
Marilyn: “David, we’re sharing one apple.”
David: “And isn’t it fine?”
She laughed as I handed another slice through, And I couldn’t help smiling. I usually do. For gardens are lovely, and blossoms are grand, But better by far with her holding my hand.
We wandered again past the roses in bloom, Their colors and fragrances filling the room That nature had built without ceiling or wall, A beautiful place with enough for us all.
Marilyn: “I wonder how many more flowers we’ll see? And what all these beautiful blossoms might be?”
David: “I wonder what fruits will be ripe when we’re back.”
Marilyn: “Is everything food to you?”
David: “Not everything. Just a potential snack.”
And somewhere between all the flowers and trees, The water lilies and warm autumn breeze, I realized the finest thing growing that day Wasn’t a blossom along the pathway.
It was another small memory, precious and true, Of wandering somewhere with nothing to do But marvel at beauty, share laughter and food, And find that the world was exceptionally good.
So here’s to the garden, its generous ways, Its blossoms, its fruit, and its sun-filled days. And here’s to the owner, whose kindness we knew, Who welcomes the many, not merely the few.
Marilyn: “Shall we come back when the berries appear?”
David: “I thought you’d never ask, my dear.”
Marilyn: “And next time, perhaps, you’ll admire every flower?”
David: “Of course! We can do that for hour after hour.”
Marilyn: “Without asking which ones are something to eat?”
David: “Well, darling, let’s not make a promise we can’t keep.”
Felix just got himself another like on YT.
Thanks!
Me, except happens six days later when I’m trying to capture detail details of a new conversation I’m having with someone else.
Not deaf in either, but if he doesn’t want to do something, he acts like he is.
Thanks from us both!
Thank you
Thank you!
No objection, the opposite in fact. Appreciation!
I wrote the words to share the experience.
Thanks for helping share them.
I did read about them and I do intend to come back.
Found this one also. 
With an attitude to match!
Thank you!
Not the first time either. Doesn't seem to matter if I wear my Nike or crew socks disguise, he always traps me!
Molly is beautiful!
Turn back the clock, and my Ginnie looked exactly like your Molly.
Be advised, if you think she judges now, just wait till she gets her formal robes! (Meaning her darker color.)
And if she's anything like ours, she'll love you just as much as she judges you.
You never know. We're not done with you yet.
Absolutely, ask him to hit me up when the show's over.
Gladly!
I'm just bummed that I won't be in the audience to see it.
Best intro and approach I've ever seen!
I'm doing similarly and am moving over from another platform where I have many Pre-Existing works.
I'd be curious to hear from the community on the desired frequency of OC poetry postings?
Thank you! 🙏
Thank you kindly for the advice! I've added the [OC] tag.
I'm new to Lemmy, so receiving a "Wow" on my second post was awesome!
If you're looking forward to seeing more, I hope I won't disappoint. Most of my poems are intentionally positive. I don't just enjoy playing with the words—I hope each work carries feelings with it.
Thanks again for the welcome!
I'm glad to be here and maybe more so with the reception you've provided.
Sounds like I could definitely do without the .ml instance.
I looked at the wholesome and the uplifting Lemmy communities, thanks for those!
I'd love to start up one of my own! Dreaming about an 8 gig raspberry pi 5 with a nice external hard drive. One day.
I know you said it was okay to go dark. Next post I make is about as dark as I get.
It's called "When nothing else has worked" and it's a response to someone who left a short (suicide) note on a pole in a parking lot.
Spoiler: no tissues required.
thanks for using Leebra!
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