Hate lassoed his cords
around the necks of children,
strangulating all.
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SOCIAL MEDIA HAIKU
Filed under COMMENTARY, POETRY
FORTUNE TELLERS
Squirrels dance with abandon
to circadian rhythm
leaving behind all restraint,
and stashes of seeds and nuts
in unlikely places which
I shall discover in Spring.
Like gypsy fortune tellers
they scamper from one customer
to another predicting what is to come.
The plants seem to listen
afraid not to learn their fate.
They wilt a bit and lose color
as their fortune unfolds.
Their worst fears make them bold.
They bloom twice as many flowers.
They turn every flower head to seed.
They will not be caught unaware
of warnings gypsy squirrels have brought.
Perhaps, their glory will fade.
But, all will not be lost.
The squirrels promise new life will appear
in old and new plots.
Filed under POETRY
THE LIGHT WE REFUSE TO SEE
I used to believe Truth lived in the shadows.
If only we could shine enough light,
then Truth would be set free
for all to see.
There are those who prefer we stay in the dark,
it is true. They fear the Light will open our eyes.
It is no longer so easy to darken the streets
upon which we set our feet
hoping to reach a place of greater liberty.
Truth speeds around the world
from one shadowed place to the next.
Through media Truth moves at the speed of light.
Truth seekers use facts to light our way
along the path to a new day,
one where Light holds sway.
The darkness can no longer hide Truth in shadow.
Those who live in the dark side of life
create new truths able to live in false Light.
In their constant retelling of lies
Truth simply dies in plain sight.
The battle between the Light and the Dark,
between Truth and Lies
is now exposed in MAGA prose
stealing the limelight with false praise
for oligarchs, autocrats and murderers
whose only goal is to control
the flow of wealth into their own pockets
while those who work to be whole
starve and struggle at their feet.
Those forced to flee and seek amnesty as refugees
would add their story to our own
brightening the Truth we already know.
The telling would not surprise the homeless
who walk our own streets.
The homeless, like Truth, used to hide in shadow.
We try to keep them there so we cannot see
the borders they have crossed.
Truth and Light and Love are all apiece.
Without Love we are blind and refuse to seeTruth.
There is no Light strong enough to overcome
deliberate blindness cushioned by lies.
We allow them in boardrooms, newsrooms,
hearing rooms and even, courtrooms.
“Speak Truth to Power,” isn’t that what we say?
When Power seizes the Light with falsehood
can we not see that False Light
can never be allowed to hold sway?
True Light is always more powerful than false.
Liars know this and ban books, and oppose
all who stand alight within Truth’s glow.
This is the one thing I still know.
Filed under POETRY
TOWERS OF BABEL
There were rivers to cross,
then oceans;
and hills to climb,
then mountains.
Common language was lost
in failed use.
New languages grew
in its place.
The Tower of Babel could not be built,
but lay waiting,
for the day
boundaries could be crossed
minute by minute.
Applications translate
while we communicate.
Photos bound oceans.
News climbs mountains.
We build a common language
internetted, and interconnected.
No more need for State’s Rights when we
can all see a shared reality.
A united people is difficult to control
so Republicans lose their party
to the control of the trolls
who lay waiting under the bridges
we cross to meet one another.
And Right where we cross
they argue State’s Rights
to obfuscate and create
The United States of Babel,
making it impossible
to Build Back Better,
or vote.
And they do not stop at our borders.
Right wing trolls mine under the bridges
which unite the world’s democracies,
creating Towers of Babel
across the earth.
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NEED
Need is alive and well
clumped, clutching the belly
where it often dwells.
Need rises heavily
and steadily
devours the will
posed on the tongue
fearing disclosure
until the body is wrung
out.
Out of time.
Out of strength.
Out of courage
to speak one’s mind.
Then, Need sinks below
The threshold;
travels down the spine
all the way to one’s toes
which curl against the road
before starting to run
away with thoughts.
Need circles around
and around
and around
Need cannot be out-run.
Need always finds a way
to be heard.
Filed under POETRY
THANKSGIVING,By Louise Annarino,November 19,2013
It is easy to be thankful
for those whose love for us rolls easily
from their tongues, envelops us seamlessly
and shoulders us heavenly.
More difficult it is to be thankful
for those whose love growls coarsely,
binds us tightly
and holds us back fearfully.
Not all love is open, assured and courageous.
But, all love is true,
bears a message meant to be heard,
and shares a strength we may need
to make our own
that we may become someone
others may be thankful to know
and love.
Filed under POETRY
annarino writes 
AT NOT AI
Artificial intelligence is askew.
It mispronounces names when I try to make a phone call.
I Then must make the same error to chat-up a friend,
or order a pizza or a ride.
It misspells words as I write. No text, no essay, no poem
is safe from un-related words and ideas.
Every few moments I must review or a single word
shifts all those which follow until I forget
where my thoughts were headed,
or as AI just told me my thoughts were “ceded.”
AI has ceded my thoughts to its own.
This is artificial thought- AT; not intelligent at all.
Ads pop-up to block the knowledge I would glean
from newspapers journalling the news.
Scrolling down only un-leashes new ads to view.
To reach family, friends or businesses by phone
I must mispronounce and match AI errors to get through.
AI is training me. I am not training it; or as it states
I am “trailing” it. I trail behind my own ideas and actions
to allow AI to proceed to guide me I know not where.
I soon become unaware of my own brain.
My own thoughts become lost and I, unaware.
I am betrayed in ways I cannot accept.
We underestimate the power of our minds
to override the fault lines of our brains.
AI is not artificial intelligence.
It is artificial thought.
It is a thinking process like a brain.
It is artificial thought or AT.
Like all thoughts within our brain,
our mind knows thoughts must be constrained.
Our minds modulate and regulate our thoughts.
Propriety is the hallmark of sound thought,
the peacemaker and moderator
of any civilized society.
We must correct the nomenclature of AI
and call it AT in order to keep it in its rightful place,
under our control, protecting our community.
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