AI is groupthink, it’s hewed to pre-existing work,
which it aggregates into something bland and flat.
If you don’t want your work scraped and copied by AI, try
writing off-balance ideas that aren’t for everyone and have faith
that AI will never be able to actually rival human creativity.
Deny AI the echo chamber of predictable content on which it feeds.
I polish my pieces to a pointless sheen, which gives
them an algorithmically indecipherable quality.
When it comes my to poetry, I have to admit,
I’m working through mediocrity—hoping that it’s just a phase.
If failure is essential for growth
I’m going to be a giant
But after all, someone has to define the baseline.
You’re welcome.
Ok, Let’s wax poetic..
There are thousands of stars
in that black outer-place
where gravitas holds them
firmly in place.
I fret not about avian abductions,
or unidentified flying soccers,
still, I’ve a waxed on them
in multiverse
.
.
Songs for this:
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone
Late Night Talking by Harry Styles
Categories:
aggregates, creation, humor, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Moon in brief arc
Casts brief shadow;
Solar eclipse
~~~~~~~~~
Morning offering
Dawn glimpses light;
Hope starts anew
~~~~~~~~~
Feisty wordplay
Rhymes echo tell;
A new verge brink
~~~~~~~~~
Unknown glimpse
Odd outlook;
Hint in the rain
~~~~~~~~~
Softer than touch
Whispers echo;
Words left unsaid
~~~~~~~~~
House on the hill
Lost in the mists;
No one returns
~~~~~~~~~
Funny fact
Riddle tact;
Cut more slack
~~~~~~~~~
Jazzy juice
Music crescendo;
Dazzle sizzles
~~~~~~~~~
Wordless wit
Crazy transition;
Feelings flutter
~~~~~~~~~
Birdsong caress
Evening prayer;
Gratitude prompts
~~~~~~~~~
Lavish praise
Clutter aggregates;
Empty vessel
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 December 2019
Singapore
Categories:
aggregates, allegory,
Form: Haiku
Morning sojourn --
Sky bridge brisk walk
Twenty-sixth floors above
Morning meditation
Touch of stillness;
Peaceful mindfulness
Midday siesta
Cacophony whispers;
Daydreams solidify
Bout of flu
Runny nose on tap;
Drowsy medication
Meal time reveals
Diet plan on track;
Hunger pangs collide
Wind brings drizzle
Humid atmosphere;
Hot weather desiccates
Skyline contours
Evening sunset hues;
Love comes to call
Corridor commotion
Conflict escalates;
Neighbours fighting mad
Pain aggregates
Petty constellations;
Death greets hypocrisy
15 Feb 2015
Singapore
Categories:
aggregates, angst,
Form: Senryu
I hear your voice;
standard American,
perfectly Midwestern,
nothing out of the ordinary.
Enchanted, I want more:
I press play, I press pause;
I rewind, and repeat.
My eyes rest on your horn-rimmed glasses,
on the lines around your smile,
on your salt and pepper hair.
you know me so well,
though you don't know me at all.
Tell me more about myself
and about everyone else like me.
Our thoughts are numbers on your scales,
our pain reduced to aggregates,
the cuts on our skin
are graphs projected on the walls
of a cold conference room
one brisk Saturday morning.
I could hate you.
You butchered my beautiful chaos
and packed the parts in sterile boxes.
You look down on me from your lectern
but, your eyes say something else.
Do you really want to know?
Ask me; I have no idea who I am.
Categories:
aggregates, depression, psychological, , western,
Form: I do not know?
FACT I:
That decisions are in the form of electric impulses and chemical reactions in the brain…
That these electricity and reactions are facilitated by different chemicals…
That chemicals are just aggregates of atoms…
FACT II:
That we do not have control over atoms.
AND THUS,
we cannot control the chemicals in our brain;
and therefore,
cannot control such reactions and electric impulses;
and therefore,
cannot control our decisions.
Categories:
aggregates, confusion, life, mystery, people,
Form: Free verse