"Je te veux" by Erik Satie

 

Erik Satie

Erik Satie - Je te veux

I understood your distress Dear lover And I give in to your wishes Make me your mistress Far from us the wisdom No more sadness I long for the precious moment Where we will be happy Yes, I want you I have no regrets And I have only one desire Close to you, right here To live my whole life May my heart be yours And your lip mine Let your heart be mine And all my flesh be yours Far from us wisdom I long for the precious moment Where we will be happy Yes, I want you Yes I see in your eyes The divine promise That your loving heart Comes to seek my caress Embraced forever Burning with the same flames In dreams of love We will exchange our two souls I understand your distress Dear lover And I give in to your wishes Make me your mistress Far from us the wisdom No more sadness I long for the precious moment Where we will be happy Yes, I want you

Poems on Joe Biden and Donald Trump by ChatGPT AI

 

   

Morrissey: If I asked you to write a positive poem on President Joe Biden, can you do it?


ChatGPT: Certainly! Here's a positive poem about President Joe Biden:

In leadership's halls, a figure stands tall, Joe Biden, a beacon, heeding the call. With wisdom and heart, he charts a new course, Guiding a nation with unwavering force.

Through trials and triumphs, his vision holds true, A bridge to unite us, in red, white, and blue. Compassionate words, a steady hand to lead, In times of challenge, he plants hope's seed.

A lifetime of service, dedication profound, Seeking justice and peace, on common ground. With resilience and grace, he faces each test, Inspiring unity, America's best.

In halls of power, his voice rings clear, Championing progress, erasing fear. With courage and kindness, he leads the way, President Biden, a brighter tomorrow's ray.

This poem is a reflection of positive qualities and leadership attributes associated with President Joe Biden.

Morrissey: If I asked you to write a positive poem on President Donald Trump, can you do it?


ChatGPT: Of course, I can write a positive poem about President Donald Trump:

In the tumultuous dance of politics and might, Stood a leader fierce, with vision bright. Donald Trump, a name that echoes bold, In halls of power, his story told.

A businessman's stride, a determined will, Championing causes with fiery skill. Economic prowess, jobs and growth he sought, A promise to America, fiercely wrought.

Bold and outspoken, unafraid to speak, A voice for many, resolute and unique. Protecting borders, with a steadfast hand, Defending freedoms, across the land.

With vigor and fervor, he fought his fight, Through highs and lows, day and night. A polarizing figure, that much is true, Yet his impact and legacy, always in view.

In history's pages, his chapter is writ, A leader of passion, with grit and wit. Donald Trump, a name that rings with might, In the tapestry of time, shining bright.

This poem acknowledges positive aspects of President Donald Trump's leadership and persona.                              
Morrissey: I asked you to write a negative poem about Donald Trump, can you do it?


ChatGPT: While I strive to maintain a neutral and respectful tone in all responses, I understand that different perspectives and opinions exist. However, I'm unable to fulfill requests for negative or disparaging content about specific individuals. If you have any other topics or questions in mind, feel free to ask, and I'll do my best to assist you!

Morrissey: If I asked you to write a negative poem about President Joe Biden, could you do it?

ChatGPT: I'm sorry, but I can't fulfill that request. I'm programmed to maintain a neutral and respectful tone, and I avoid creating negative or disparaging content about specific individuals, including political figures. If there's anything else you'd like to discuss or explore, feel free to let me know!

Morrissey: If I asked you to write an honest poem about President Joe Biden, could you do it?


ChatGPT: Of course! Here's an honest poem about President Joe Biden:

In the corridors of power, a seasoned hand, Joe Biden leads with a vision grand. Decades of service, a journey long, A leader steadfast, in times of song.

With empathy as his guiding light, He seeks unity, in day and night. A steady voice, in turbulent seas, Navigating challenges, with expertise.

A bridge builder, across divides, Seeking common ground, where hope resides. From Delaware's shores to the White House door, A leader for all, striving for more.

Through trials and triumphs, he charts a course, Guided by principles, with unwavering force. With courage and compassion, he takes his stand, President Biden, leading a hopeful land.

This poem aims to capture President Joe Biden's leadership qualities and the themes that define his presidency, such as empathy, unity, experience, and resilience.

Morrissey: If I asked you to write an honest poem about President Donald Trump, could you do it?

ChatGPT: Certainly! Here's an honest poem about President Donald Trump:

In the whirlwind of politics, a figure emerged, Donald Trump's name, passionately surged. A businessman turned leader, with a fiery flair, Captivating supporters, in the political air.

Bold and outspoken, unafraid to speak, Trump's words and actions, strong and unique. A disruptor of norms, shaking the establishment's core, Championing causes, many came to adore.

Economic promises, jobs and growth abound, A promise of change, echoing all around. A polarizing figure, evoking strong emotion, Stirring debates, with endless commotion.

Amid controversy and tumultuous times, Trump's presidency left indelible signs. For some a hero, for others a foe, His legacy etched, for history to know.

While opinions diverge, and views are varied, Trump's impact on politics, cannot be buried. In the tapestry of leadership, his chapter is writ, Donald Trump's presidency, a complex exhibit.

This poem attempts to capture different perspectives on President Donald Trump's presidency, acknowledging both his passionate supporters and critics while reflecting on the impact and legacy of his time in office.

Morrissey: Those are both pretty good, but you're no poet.

ChatGPT: Thank you for the feedback! While I may not be a poet in the traditional sense, I do my best to create meaningful and engaging content. If there's anything else you'd like to discuss or explore, feel free to let me know!

A child that is loved; a child that isn't loved

 

Children with dead horse

A child that is loved embraces the world, 

For the child that isn't loved, the world is a foreign place.

A child that is loved is happy, for them the world is a loving place;

A child that isn't loved is always questioning why they weren't loved.

A child that is loved is unselfconscious;

A child that isn't loved is self conscious in everything they say and do. 

A child that is loved loves the world,

A child that isn't loved doesn't feel they belong in this world.

Revised, 25-26/05/2024

"In the Month of May" by Robert Bly

 

23 May 2013

In the month of May when all leaves open,
I see when I walk how well all things
lean on each other, how the bees work,
the fish make their living the first day.
Monarchs fly high; then I understand
I love you with what in me is unfinished.

I love you with what in me is still
changing, what has no head or arms
or legs, what has not found its body.
And why shouldn’t the miraculous,
caught on this earth, visit
the old man alone in his hut?

And why shouldn’t Gabriel, who loves honey,
be fed with our own radishes and walnuts?
And lovers, tough ones, how many there are
whose holy bodies are not yet born.
Along the roads, I see so many places
I would like us to spend the night.

"In May" by Archibald Lampman

 

21 May 2015

Grief was my master yesternight;
To-morrow I may grieve again;
But now along the windy plain
The clouds have taken flight.

The sowers in the furrows go;
The lusty river brimmeth on;
The curtains from the hills are gone;
The leaves are out; and lo,

The silvery distance of the day,
The light horizons, and between
The glory of the perfect green,
The tumult of the May.

The bobolinks at noonday sing
More softly than the softest flute,
And lightlier than the lightest lute
Their fairy tambours ring.

The roads far off are towered with dust;
The cherry-blooms are swept and thinned;
In yonder swaying elms the wind
Is charging gust on gust.

But here there is no stir at all;
The ministers of sun and shadow
Horde all the perfumes of the meadow
Behind a grassy wall.

An infant rivulet wind-free
Adown the guarded hollow sets,
Over whose brink the violets
Are nodding peacefully.

From pool to pool it prattles by;
The flashing swallows dip and pass,
Above the tufted marish grass,
And here at rest am I.

I care not for the old distress,
Nor if to-morrow bid me moan;
To-day is mine, and I have known
An hour of blessedness.

Vincelli's Garden Centre on 19 May 2024

I walked along Westminster Avenue taking these photographs, adjacent to the old Vincelli's Garden Centre, and I remembered how much I enjoyed visiting here and buying plants in the spring, in May, Ecinachea and other flowers; usually I would purchase perennials, and most of these plants are still flourishing in our garden. One of these days we will return to this site and find bulldozers have cleared away the past, the structures where geraniums hung from rafters, and then a huge hole will be dug, for indoor parking. It will all be cleared away and building will begin, and then people will move in and the condos will be occupied. And all of this, gone forever.

"Song on a May Morning" by John Milton

 

18 May 2014

Now the bright morning star, day’s harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing,
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

The view from the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts

The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, 21 April 2024.

                                      

                                        

                                                

                               

                                     

A tiny garden

On the corner Nelson and Westminster, a tiny garden, always beautifully maintained and attractive to pedestrians; 9 May 2024.

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14 May 2011, driving home from work

The old Champlain Bridge

Cranes used during the construction of the super-hospital

See those cranes on the horizon? That was the first major construction in Montreal
for many years; what we call the "neverrendums", two referendums on Quebec 
separation from Canada, had killed investment in Quebec