From Robert Lee Brewer:
For today’s prompt, write an intelligence poem. Of course, intelligence is subjective. What is common sense for one person makes no sense to another. But intelligence is more than IQ and test scores. There’s artificial intelligence, intelligent animals, and military intel. And I’ve found that many poets have a special intelligence.
This prompt brought to mind a poem I had written awhile back. I promise to work on a new one but wanted to post this one as well.
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Yes, I truly wonder if some people have a brain
or if there's just an empty space inside their head
perhaps it got rusted when they left it in the rain
perhaps they bumped it while climbing out of bed
for thinking for them seems to be an acrobatic feat
you wonder where their thoughts have wandered and tread
Like one day as I was about to cross the street
the buzzer went off as it normally did
when another crosser asked why did that buzzer tweet
I looked at the confused questioning kid
to let the blind know the light has turned green
I watched her as the thought through her mind slid
appalled by my response she did not glean
a horrified look came across her face
a look too many times I have seen
she continued to walk at my pace
at my destination soon I would arrive
and I could see I hadn't made my case
I wondered how these people did thrive
did all their common sense run down the drain
when appalled she asked, 'why would they let blind people drive?'
Perhaps it got rusted when they left it in the rain
yes, I truly wonder if some people have a brain.
LMAO!!! I remember this poem, and liked it then too.
DeleteYep, I remember it too. I thought it was great then and I think it's terrific this time around. good job!!!
DeleteOh My! Funnee! and sad. Alas. Good story.
Deletethey don't have brains where i live.....the zombies ate them all. doesn't stop them being dickheads though - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI'm starting to get into doing this. I even went back and edited yesterday's because I thought it was week and managed to get it to fit with the new one.
ReplyDeleteSecrets slither down
hallways concealed by doorways
eclipsed by shadows.
Her red lips, red hair
red dress, shimmer in dim light
as the door opens.
"Stop," she cautions, then
views the intruder, smiles
with invitation.
Case of mistaken
identity, so like him,
she discerns too late
it was not bright, door
unlocked, unprotected. One
can intrude unheard.
I have to admit half the fun of this poem a day is seeing what you will come up with to keep the story going.
DeleteBonnie's right. Half the fun of the poem a day this time is wondering how you are going to use the prompt in your little soap opera!!!
Deletethis poem is getting increasingly interesting victoria - love and pace - paul.
DeleteMissed commenting before, now I can only say you are evolving quite a story here. good work!
DeleteIntelligence
ReplyDeletegreat knowledge
humans dominate all
frustrated when cats rule
duped
LMAO. Yes, cats rule. Cute.
DeleteLMBO!!!! Yep! the cats do rule! Fun poem!
DeleteBeing a cat person you know them well and tell it nicely.
Deletethink pussy cats have much better lives than we do.
Deletewhirring was a sign
ReplyDeletethe scientist wondered sometimes
could the robot think
could it comprehend
the scientist wondered sometimes
if the whirring meant thinking
could it comprehend
did it have ideas its own
if the whirring meant thinking
how could the scientist find out
did it have ideas of its own
there had to be a way to get inside it's brain
how would the scientist find out
to open up the robot's mind
there had to be a way to get inside it's brain
so he asked it, what do you want to know?
to open up the robot's mind
at first there was just whirring
so he asked it, what do you want to know?
in monotone it asked a barrage of questions
at first there was just whirring
the robot began to stir
in monotone it asked a barrage of questions
What does it feel like to love?
the robot began to stir
it almost seemed excited
What does it feel like to love?
How does it feel to kiss?
it almost seemed excited
it really wanted to know
How does it feel to kiss?
Is flesh warm and sensitive?
it really wanted to know
could the robot think
Is flesh warm and sensitive?
whirring was a sign...
Yhis is so CUTE!!! Love it!
Delete" i am sorry dave, i can't do that " - HAL 9000
DeleteI love the direction your poems have been taking lately. I love it. a SciFi poem!!
Deleteour future... when machines learn too much... good one
ReplyDeleteIntel
ReplyDeleteI got the intel from a real good source
I'm sure I'm right, I know it of course
I've got horse sense which I hear's pretty cool
I guess that proves that I'm nobody's fool
I'm pretty smart according to me
You should know that but, you just can't see
My brilliance is hidden from the common mind
Incredible insights that you rarely would find
Ask me a question and I'll enlighten you fast
I have numerous references to use from my past
My intelligence is based on a vast collection
of all the missteps and my lost direction
What can I tell you that I know to be real
I've been programmed from birth and told what to feel
My religion is canned, so patently explained
I shall profess it to prove I've been properly trained
Judge me not for we're on the same page
If you can't understand try not to rage
I know what I know; so, there can't you see
It's the belief in ourselves that makes us free
Intelligence is measured by agreed upon conditions
Which goes something like an old song's renditions
The familiar tune and words that we know
Give us a comfort and a warm inner glow
Is this true intellect or just a learned reaction
Are you smart or just following a current faction
What is true for one, may not be true for all
There's so much intel it makes me feel so small
Oh My yes! You're getting better and better. Kudos.
DeletePaul! this is awesome! it made me laugh and made me think and you crafted it well.
DeleteI agree with both Tasha and Bonnie. Your poetry continues to get better and this one in particular is well crafted. And yes, there are many types of intelligence.
DeleteSpymaster at Work
ReplyDeleteThe code was simple yet arcane:
information cloaked in words
referred to herbs, in thirds,
yet then again, seemed plain.
No one would guess and thus
what it conveyed was made
known only to those few staid
who would not make a fuss.
The intelligence was intended
to enlighten not to frighten
Or to blight the growing light
while the knowing blended.
Sadly, when the code was cracked
it was revealed within the spiel
that what was thought to shield
had in fact attacked.
love the play on words and the message with this one. good job!
DeleteLOL. This one would have worked for the code prompt too. I like the envelope rhyme too.
DeleteThanks for the kind words. I appreciate them very much.
Deletei was writing this poem, before i got the promt from bonita. just had to switch a verse around. spooky!!! anticipating the promt. well spookier things have happened to me.
ReplyDeleteLOVE LIBRARIES OR LOSE THEM
six floors in newcastle library
with wonderful library ladies on every floor
could a poetic man really ask for more?
a place where i like to tarry
if it was open 24/7
i'd move in from ten to eleven
nearly as many books as me
with ladies i would like to take to a cream tea
we watch the world go around
a hundred feet above the ground
the illiterate nazi sunderland council closed our library
but no one but i did worry
what need does a city of petty criminals and junkies have with books
intelligence is a stranger here, unless you look in the crannies and nooks.
I'm so glad you got to post the poem, and yeah, that's weird. Libraries are still relevant. They are gathering places as well as a place for books. Enjoyed the poem.
DeletePrecious libraries!!! You tell it well.
Deletesadly it seems when a city needs to cut corners instead of cutting the extravagant paychecks of the so-called leaders they cut library funding... pretty bad when libraries have to have fund raisers to keep operating but that's what they do here.
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