Youth is not on my side anymore
Dreams yet to load from my analog days
Caught up in the bitrate of life
A legacy model looming
up an exponential curve
Heuristic hallucinations take flight
Missiles of meaning miss their mark.
Upscaled re-runs of the same
Intercepted by inaptitude
Shot down by time
But tools are emerging
Bridging the gap
Between ideas and ability
Sparking a reboot revolution
No longer a sandbox simulation
Overthrowing the government inside
Who said "impossible"
Who said "too late"
Who said "there's no soul"
A stream of X-pectations
Cutting edge stones
used millennia ago
Replaced by cutting edge algorithms
The antidote to my regret
In my reconfigured evolution
Dreams start to render in full HD
Prompting launches that land
Retrospective adeptness
Connection restored
No longer binary Oh, yes
An antidote to regret
A cure for the abyss
I use AI to engineer my life
The way I had always dreamed
One prompt at a time
Or was i just Beta tested
To birth the singularity?
A holographic hoodlum
In a pixilated glitch...
Coined by Nakamoto a bit.
Categories:
adeptness, success, technology,
Form: Free verse
A-rtistic
N-ature
A-nd
L-ife's
I-magery
Z-one
A-re
A-mazingly
R-hymed
D-elightfully
O-ffering
N-otable
A-deptness
Topic: Birthday of Analiza M. Ardoña (March 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
adeptness, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
I went to a party for lonely hearts,
With friends to celebrate singleness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
We played games like charades to show our smarts,
Truth and Dare was just full of silliness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts.
We drank pink margaritas and played darts,
Home made decorations showed artfulness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
The centerpiece was made of fruit parts,
Hanging the red lanterns took adeptness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts.
The party goes to the top of all charts,
Conversations were full of absurbness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
Memories made, like the most finest arts,
Being with friends was blissfulness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts,
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
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February 14, 2016
Poetry/Villanelle/On Valentines Day
Copyright Protected, ID 756-762-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Your Valentine Day, 2016
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
First Place
Categories:
adeptness, valentines day,
Form: Villanelle
Team Work
alteration between success and failure
astuteness to win challenges
ability to direct individual accomplishments toward organizational objectives
ability to work together toward a common hallucination
drive that allows common people to attain infrequent results
distinct obligation to a group determination
different commitment to group efforts
to divides the task and double the success
adeptness to work together towards a collective vision
ability to direct individual accomplishments toward organizational objectives
hush-hush that makes common people achieve special outcomes
create the innovations that defines our professions
moving forward together
group of many hands but of one mind
the fulcrum in long term achievement
accomplishments of an organization are the results of the combined effort
gulfs the chore and doubles the success
the power of the team is each single participant
is to lift a shingle with more limbs
T.E.A.M. = Together Everyone Achieves More
Categories:
adeptness, career, courage, dream, faith,
Form: Prose
Most people unabashedly cultivate this art
For rising on the ladder of progression fast
Never mind debasing oneself in the court
And act audaciously putting aside all doubt.
They are singularly motivated by self-interest
That guides their path through the conglomerate
With honey in the mouth and a smile on the lips
Attract everyone around using suitable tactics.
Never tired of taking rounds to appease the boss
Forever full of praise for traits he doesn’t possess
Extolling his missing virtues in front of others
An art by itself very few really can have access.
It allows rising incredibly fast in the hierarchy
This is seldom possible through the routine way
That makes this art temptingly charming utterly
Very few can cultivate this aptitude so superbly.
The ill-equipped ones with acerbic tongues
Can never ever dream of acquiring such skills
Despite owning ample talent and adeptness
Certainly hang about on the back of progress.
Categories:
adeptness, crazy,
Form: Free verse