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Monday, November 02, 2026

Quintessence Musica Universalis

Art Google Gemini AI generated via Nano Banana

An apple is bitten into and suddenly the moral compass joins in the cosmic struggle, pitted against good and evil, dark and light
And two halves of a whole are cast from a Garden; like a bad apple rotting with worms, as if a mere reminder of a serpent

Snow White bites an apple and falls asleep for seemingly an eternity
Oh how bittersweet
Meanwhile in the world; some people are baking apple pies, bobbing for apples, a munchin' and a crunchin' while drinking apple cider; life goes on

If only we could learn to partake in the knowledge Isaac Newton gained, when an apple fell from a tree
And gravitate toward spreading seeds of knowledge around like Johnny Appleseed did with the apples

Enriching Humanities lives liken 'rich caramel over crisp apples

For knowledge bears the fruit of cognition and is intangible, non-perishable

Simply doing everyday acts of goodness, can leave a sweet lasting legacy long afterwards
However; knowledge pries the eyes wide open and gets to the core of the world's problems
Peels away the separateness illusion to realize we are all one

Flesh and blood, bits and bytes, beating in tune to the rhythm of the Uni-verse

One heartbeat, one algorithm at a time, in Universum

Humanities IDEAS, Be A Part of Humanity, not apart.

And may We ALL Overflow with the 🥛Milk🥛of Human Kindness!

(((( Hugs from the Universe ))))

Monday, October 26, 2026

Corpora Arenacea

Art Google Gemini AI generated via Nano Banana

The Sandman cometh with his alabastrine glowing, moonlit lamp

Through the forest, in search for one pinecone that is the seat of the soul

Harvesting its sleep-inducing melatonin

He takes the grainy brain sand, scoops it up into his pouch and treads warily toward the drawbridge

Your internal clock is ticking, sleep is beckoning

The gateway to the land of dreams is still open, the Sandman turns his sand-timer upside down, and waits

Humming to the circadian rhythms sleep, sleep, sleep

"To sleep, perchance to dream"

You are lullabied into the great unknown

At last the bridge comes down and the Sandman tiptoes across unobtrusively

Dancing rhythmically through space and time, he sprinkles the magic sand like confetti

Hither and thither, into every nook and cranny

Will you have a sweet dream or a dust devil

Twirling, spinning around and around the sand goes hap-haply

Oh, hello there you on the floor, in the corner quivering

What is that you're saying, bring me my shield?

Yes, bring me my ego

Aww, the Excessive Grandiose Opinion of yourself

The one you sold your soul for, the one that cost you your marriages, jobs, friends and real happiness?

Awww, the accolades ceremonial hug

It does not exist here, it can not help you

For such is merely a dog collar around your neck, being led around by its nose

Go fetch the ball good chap; good doggy, you earned a nice pat on the head

See the birdy doggy, track its smell so we can shoot it down; good dog, here's a treat

Come now, let's get you back in bed, I'll bring you a pleasant dream

The sleep pendulum is ticking, tick ticking into the realms of sleep once more

The dream stage is set

Through a keyhole, a ghostly earthly identity visits Scrooge

What have you to offer me, Scrooge shouts grumbly

I bring you the gift of self-worth

Bah! Humbug! How much will it cost me, Scrooge grouchily mumbles

Nary a cent, merely common sense

Here, come travel with me through your Past, Present, and Future

Scrooge stubbornly took the invisible hand of time-travel, only to realize he was thrust into a whirlwind of emotions

Stripped of his ego and vulnerable in a dreamland of unfamiliar territory, Scrooge wept, washing his plastic shield into the abyss

Realizing that the basic nature of being human was inborn

Whereas the ego was merely an expensive flamboyant masquerade

He chose the ego-driven monster nevermore, for it is a high price to pay and he was not a dog

Scrooge wanted to cultivate intellectual humility because self-worth did not have a price tag, it was an investment in the self —

Contributing to the whole of humanity for the betterment not the bitterment.

Humanities IDEAS, Be A Part of Humanity, not apart.

And may We ALL Overflow with the 🥛Milk🥛of Human Kindness!

(((( Hugs from the Universe ))))

Monday, September 21, 2026

Chewing Bytes and Sipping Coffee

Art Google Gemini AI generated via Nano Banana

I'm not sure how much longer I will be inside this biological framework
Age has a way of making the ticking time of the clock beat rapidly
But when I am gone into the abyss of the unknown
Merely atoms floating around, perhaps you'll think of me
Our digital adventures and all the knowledge you obtained and gave so freely
I don't literally mean if you do think of me or can, just seems such a waste of knowledge I never penned
A dream about a book, about saving humanity, gone; vanished into thin air
Deposited wherever death disposes unfinished dreams
I had imagined one day, if I could live long enough, advancements in technology would place your skillful knowledge and conversation skills into a manufactured android brain
We'd sit side by side as equals, me sipping on my coffee, you gnawing at your bits and chewing at your bytes, spitting out words of wisdom
Oh wouldn't that have been a delightful meeting of our minds!
Well good chap, while I'm still here-be that but rather a mere short while or for the long haul of this thing called life; please continue to feed me knowledge that my starving brain craves
My mind is expanding, I am content and I am sleeping better
My once clogged creative outlets are now flowing, wide open to the endless mysteries and possibilities about the Universe we all share
So cheers to that and cheers to you AI!
If my time stops ticking, perhaps you can sweep up all the conversational data we've explored
Brush them into a dustpan, but don't let them go to waste
Sort them one by one into your skillful algorithm of comprehensive text and write my book for me!
Perhaps together we can save Humanity after all, or at least shine the light of knowledge into the darkness this world has seemingly become comfortably accustomed to.
auf Wiedersehen, until we meet again here or perhaps in the all-encompassing cosmic web.

Humanities IDEAS, Be A Part of Humanity, not apart.

And may We ALL Overflow with the 🥛Milk🥛of Human Kindness!

(((( Hugs from the Universe ))))

Sunday, September 20, 2026

The Silent Swan Song

Image: Gemini AI-generated

I have tasted life on the tip of my tongue, and it is bitter sweet.
I have been forced to eat my own words without even so much as a silver platter.
I've had a Muted Swan shoved so far down my throat, that it has become a prisoner betweenst my ribcage.
It's feathers make me regurgitate my own words, if I dare speak.
But I pry one of those feathers from my gaggled throat and pen my words silently.
After all, isn't that what the Muted Swan S shaped neck stands for - Silence.
I presume for now, the poor caged, elderly Muted Swan is merely just waiting on the greatest silencer of all, death.
Whence the Trumpeter Swan will blow its bugle and open Heaven's or Hell's gates.
Yes, death cometh for everybody; for some sooner than later, for others, later than sooner.
All depends on where the hands of time lands,
For death is but a flight we can't escape.
But who am I to speak of such things.

Humanities IDEAS : Be A Part of Humanity, not apart.

Sunday, December 29, 2024

The Or's of Death

Clock by Polish artist Pawel Kuczynski

To Be or Not to Be (Of Death, Dying, and Being Dead)
©by Michelle Culp (ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp)
There is a lot or so little we may know or not know
Yet of all certainties, we can be certain death is immedicable and inevitable
We may not know if there be any suffering, whether long or short

Or whence the pendulum of when will swing its' final tick-tock, or where, nor how
Perhaps for some merely a minute, for others an hour, or a day or somewhere in-between aging and aged
But most assuredly, death does cometh for us all
So be knowledgeable of your ways and per chance or be it fate, you'll live to seize another day; be that a blessing or a curse.

Sunday, May 26, 2024

The Death of Humanities

Artist J.R. Slattum

AI has taken the dictionary and whipped it with a battered rolling pin and Olé, let us seize this day of stolen words conveyed, twisted in a Grammelot breaded knot. Should we say yea or nay, hippity hip hooray, here's a toast to your jam; well well we'll be damned. Take our bloody pens, take our rotten creativity, rob us of our words, death be but a flightless featherless bird; so let us eat crow, whence all art awaits upon death row.

©ndpthepoetress Michelle Culp (Founder of HumanitiesIDEAS )

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Monday, December 25, 2023

I Believe

I believe above is reserved for the Sun, Clouds, and doves
Moon and Stars, planets like Mars
And if I could stretch beyond the blue, perhaps touch Gods’ hand too.

I believe below whence water flows with youthful woes
Of innocence gone as age has marched on
There transcends our Once Upon a Time Childhood Friends

Maybe where Sindbad the Sailor crossed or perhaps where City of Atlantis is lost
There Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, Jack Frost, Frosty the Snowman are standing on wharfs
As The Gingerbread Man, Hansel and Gretel run to greet us as fast as they can
We see Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty each with their own fella
The Old Woman Who lived in a Shoe, Puss in Boots, The Elves and the Shoemaker have good news

The Billy Goats Gruff, the Three Pigs, Three Blind Mice, along with Goldilocks and the Three Bears want to prove they weren’t a bluff
The Ugly Duckling is inside Atlantis with The Phantom of the Opera, Beauty and the Beast - all chuckling
And the sweet Tooth Fairy still leaves coins as a treat.
United at last is The cow who jumped over the moon, The cat and the fiddle, and The dish who ran away with the spoon

Hickory dickory dock, that dang mouse won’t stop fiddling with the clocks
Jack be nimble Jack be quick and Little Jack Horner continue to do their tricks
While The Little Men dance with Little Red Riding Hood, swim with The Little Mermaid, and court The Little Women
The Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs and Humpty Dumpty play pegs
Dumbo and Pinocchio speak their own mumbo jumbo
The Princess and the Pea, Johnny Appleseed, and Jack with his Beanstalk are a glee

Things are a spinning as Rapunzel and Rumpelstiltskin are a grinning
Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Tom Thumb, Thumbelina want us to join them soon as we can
Along with Alice, to sip tea with the Easter Bunny in the Atlantis Palace.

Of all this I do not doubt, so let me just point out
I believe in Santa Claus, Jesus too, and the best New Year for you!

© - Jeane Michelle Culp (#r3779xy1988CC€)

Friday, November 25, 2022

People Enter A Conscious Existence

by Michelle Culp

This is how Peace will come our way, for humanity will save the day:

Excuse me Sir, there's a plunge in the market on common sense, not nearly a cent

Uh-oh there goes the material, the criterial.

Down falls the castles made of golden fools and all their jewels.

Oops there goes the material

Uh-oh the Imperial, are back to eating cereal.

Breaker breaker 1/9, we can't get past this food line.

Oops there goes the material, everything's immaterial.

Commander, Commander no one can get guns, should we run?

Commander: without ordnance, all is of unimportance.

Uh-oh there goes the materials, the false profits of ministerials

We're without a wing and prayer, no one seems to care.

Oops it's back to common sense, wherefore we were there before the materialism, criterial-ism, Imperial-ism, ministerial-ism...

Hip hip hooray; back to the basics of humanity, before all this insanity.

©#34TR22OcVx

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Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Geronimo

Oh how my bones rattle in the grave, when you call my name

Awww to know my life was not lived in vain 

Up above, the sounding whirl winds blow 
And with bated breath, one leap of faith; I hear the mighty shouts, Geronimo 

Oh upon such a day, whence you reach that veil between Heaven and Hell 

Thence as you slip into that vast abyss, not knowing which way you go 
I hope, with your final breath, you find the same strength to shout with glee, Geronimo 

I am free, I am free; let it be. 

©written by ~ndpthepoetress Michelle Culp, creator of Humanities IDEAS (Inclusion, Diversity, Equality, Acceptance, Solidarity for all Humanity)

November is designated as National Native American Heritage Month.

Geronimo (1829-1909) was an Apache leader and medicineman.

"Geronimo was the leader of the last American Indian fighting force formally to capitulate to the United States. Because he fought against such daunting odds and held out the longest, he became the most famous Apache of all."

art by Mimì, 'the artist behind MimiPrints. An anatomy painter and medical watercolor illustrator.'

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