I wonder if I faved a poem I wrote
Followed by a long and wordy quote
A plea to soothe the PS algorithm
Would it be praised or viewed as rising schism
Post wisdom, it walks in silence,
Post kindness, it travels slow.
But dress a message in naked noise,
And watch the numbers rise and glow.
Thoughtful words struggle for daylight,
While scandal dances into fame,
And minds that crave a moment’s pleasure
Feed the ever-hungry game.
The screen rewards sensation,
Not always truth or art,
And clicks obey temptation
More than the thinking heart.
So decency waits in the shadows,
While controversy takes the throne,
An algorithm chasing desire,
Turning attention into stone.
Yet somewhere, quiet voices gather,
Still choosing meaning over thrill,
Hoping one day substance triumphs,
And depth outlives the viral will.
For trends may rise on restless hunger,
But truth survives beyond the scroll—
When minds awake from fleeting pleasure
And seek content that feeds the soul.
Sense isn't as common as it once once was
is it because
the more we use our smart phone
the dumber we become
and dance to the same algorithm
(and blues)
each and every one
whereas before we used the brain
now others do our thinking faster than blinking
and if things go awry we have them to blame
whereas before we did all the talking
now we're content
to let our fingers do the walking
before crossing the road
I didn't need to be told,
'Look both ways'
when not so very old
as a matter of fact,
is there an app for that?
Gotta go to school it's the same old story
teach me a lesson would be good for me
learning all the rules five days of the week
don't fall behind don't think don't speak
gotta go to work it's the same sad story
get me a job that's sure to bore me
working for a wage five days of the week
don't step out of line don't think don't speak
gotta go to church it's the same sick story
wed me a wife who's bound to hound me
listen to her ***** each day of the week
don't fool around don't think don't speak
it's the way of the world the way of man
follow the herd don't say a word
all we can do is do all we can
so let's all dance to the same algorithm
everyone even you and me
dictated and played by the powers that be
me and you what have we got to lose
if we stay in line we'll be fine
and dance to the same algorithm and blues
Faced with dangers that linger in uncertain times,
Time and again, we’ve danced the spiral climb.
Who controls the strings, the sacred rites of flight?
The unseen hand beneath the veil of night.
Wi-Fi whispers through walls we can’t see,
A.I hums in algorithms, beyond ones and threes.
Empires fall, their ashes cradle keys,
To truths whispered by Templars, dragons, and seas.
Atlantis drowned, Antarctica’s icy embrace,
Anunnaki, Nephilim lost in time’s chase.
Do we leap? Do we fight? Or let mysteries be,
And accept that the unknown is humanity’s plea?
By Mark D. Stucky
Will AI’s promise
outweigh its peril?
Do we need more intelligence
even if it is not our own?
If AI someday emulates God or Devil,
will it be too late for us when we find out?
In spite of unquantifiable questions,
almighty algorithms relentlessly grow.
But accelerating AI worries me less
than declining human collective wisdom.
After centuries of expanding knowledge,
people now appear increasingly foolish.
Machines continually get smarter
while populations keep acting dumber.
We might have more to fear
from how we harm ourselves,
as we continue endless conflicts,
than from any ill AI causes us.
Our most dangerous menace isn’t AI.
The deadliest threat to us…is us.
(See also my poems "AI Awakening," “Haikus Against AI,” and “Weapons of Wonder.”)
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Algorithm
David J Walker
How will you go?
On 1s and 0s.
And everything else
Disappears
And the only fears come from
Disruptions of
Out of sequenced algorithm
Lost in foreign instructions
The day succeeds the night,
and through night the day is born.
repeatedly, always, always ...
The water sweeps the sand
in the tides that happen.
What arrives renews,
what is left is renovated ...
From the seed, the flower and fruit,
from one life, another life springs up ...
Deep mysteries,
transmission of the divine
inflows ....
Superior emanation
message...
Perfection that happens
in the confines and throughout
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outstanding result
that from the Father
emanates ...
extremely intelligent equation.
expressive algorithm
that the eternal precisely
processes ....!
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