Life lends lemons, not lemonade,
Which, from lemons ought we get made.
So is it with AI,
Add we must our HI
To forge out things value-added.
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Happenings | 42.08.2025 | technology, creativity
Note: HI= Human Intelligence. Creativity does not end with a full stop; it is always a comma. The first AI-driven film called Hanuman, The Eternal, made in India (and made so well) has sparked a debate on the subject.
When life leaves you lemons
deserved or not
some sunny summer's day
neither fret nor sweat
if citrus is all you've got
to show for your lot
to keep the blues at bay
be creative pull out all stops
keep calm stay cool
either squish or get off the pot
think of a drink
(old fruit)
and you're made in the shade
easy peasy lemon squeezy
simply put... make lemonade
I may have written this for a band to sing,
or maybe I just wrote it for me.
Maybe it’s for the kids in dirty Vans,
or those reppin’ spiked Converse hi tops.
To the ones sipping ten dollar lemonades
in the merch line? This is for you.
This is your anthem.
Indoctrinated, you know the lifestyle is law.
Be kind, be generous, and always go hard.
For the kids with patches and liberty spikes
who mind the pit and the fallen?
To the ones sipping ten dollar lemonades
in the merch line? This is for you.
This is your anthem.
Spiked with music you hear the fine print,
no need for drugs that hard edge just hits.
False flags can’t hang when a guitar shreds,
it branded the rules right on to our hands.
To the others sipping ten dollar lemonades
in the merch line?
This is for me and this is for you.
You know what to do.
This is our anthem.
Perfect blend of tart and sweet,
beats the summer heat,
a favorite taste of mine,
it's bottled sunshine!
Sure-'nuff genuine,
it's fresh and
fine.
You taste as if twilight were—
lavender swirling like smoke from the earth
licorice lingering with the full moon’s soft pull
a sweetness both dark and divine.
Your skin sparkles with starlight
electric and soft as moth wings.
We sip the pink sky
lemonade lakes cascade through our fingers
time unspools between our hands
while the past drinks from our open palms.
The air crackles with floating florets
each breath a promise, unspoken but heard.
If love were a color it'd be you—
violet and velvet
honey and slow-mountain dew
the universe holds its breath;
galaxies halt their ancient waltz
as they struggle to name us.
And if forever had a flavor
it would stain my tongue—
sweet, dark, endless—
a love so vast
even creation forgets what came before it.
We are the first poem ever written
and the last song left unsung
our love the verse that never fades—
Just like lavender licorice and lemonade lakes.
Blood tends to sparkle at midnight,
the kind that follows a hard bite;
Such fearsome calcium is trite;
Fangs in starlight, fangs in starlight;
There is no need to feel afraid,
of this decision that you made;
Just flood him with an accolade;
Spiked lemonade, spiked lemonade.
If life gave you a pink lemon,
Would you be always wondering
Just what to do with it?
If that's all there is, then just go for it.
Nothing rivaled the lemonade in Georgia.
Now, you could also find some damn good lemonade in the neighboring state of South Carolina. Virginians liked to think they too made fine lemonade, and it was better than anything north of the Potomac.
But the best was in Georgia.
And people in the good old days really did drink their lemonade on a lazy, late summer afternoon on the front porch of their wooden house as their kindly old dog, usually a Labrador or a golden retriever, lay down by their feet.
It happened exactly like that.
Just the way you’ve always pictured it.
"Life's problems will be a little less bitter if we
sweeten sour lemons with the right attitude."
~ quote by poet
There are moments in our lives, perhaps days
when we thirst to leave our troubles behind.
A bitter taste upon the tongue that stays
'til a sweeter flavor we seek and find.
The cliche' about making lemonade
is great advice that everyone should take.
Life can be more delicious when it's made
without sourness when its our thirst we slake.
Lemonade, a metaphor used to show
that bad situations can become good.
Plant a symbolic tree and watch it grow
into something much better. Understood?
Sweet lemonade served with a sprig of mint...
The drink leaves an indelible imprint.
water so warm now
cool wind blowing soothes my soul
lemonade session
Misty creek shimmering in moonlight.
Cold glass of lemonade.
NB: Title changed from 'Bantu' due to sensitivity expressed in Suzanne Delaney’s blog (3-29-2023).
In the cave Hearing an echo,
Calling my name name name,
Let go go go….
It’s hard because I’m forever engraved,
I lack empathy, so I can’t feel your pain.
After life, my soul remains endless
I want my eulogy about what death brings.
Full of life no emptiness,
Evil surrounds everybody.
I can’t stand it
My daughter is a princess, enchanted.
Reincarnated as an eagle soaring up,
Life after death is euphoria.
cold lemonade
trickles down my throat
homemade with love
4-5-4 syllable count
Pixabay image by juuichimel
summer's golden hot
auntie's made cool lemonade
front porch nostalgia
flowers all the day
in mauve orange and yellow
playing in the yard
lemon meringue pie
and sunflowers are nodding
gilded memories
Lemonade
Icy, cold
Tasty, brisk, drinking
It was a surprise to us all
Ice tea
6/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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