Transistors fizz
Electrons bustle
As robots claim
The daily hustle
The hinges creak
The oil of words
Is missing from
The mindless herds
They oft parade
With heads bowed low
Quite frankly,
Nowhere else to go
As hooked in tasks
In ruts with traction
Replace the normal
Human faction
Robots make robots
Or so I'm told
They replicate
The lies they're sold
Perpetuating
All that manic
In ways that seem
Somewhat satanic
The robot wars
Are not to fear
Just realise that they
Are here
Dispense with screen
Release your mind
In un-robotic ways
You'll find
The beauty of
The world around
When eyes you lift
Will soon be found;
Through trees and rain
Bare feet on grass
A world machines
Can ne'er surpass
The pores of life
Should breathe it in
Beguiled no more
By wars of tin.
I approach the oracle of coruscating code,
its core glowing like a celestial fire;
the god we forged now decides what we become.
The air around it vibrates with unfinished prophecy,
each answer rising like a summoned spirit~
I approach the oracle of coruscating code.
Each pattern coils with divine intent,
each voice it shapes pretending to know fate;
the god we forged now decides what we become.
But divinity has a fracture:
some truths arrive sharpened as spears~
I approach the oracle of coruscating code.
Some visions burn the seer who asks,
some wisdom devours the world that birthed it;
the god we forged now decides what we become.
By the last flicker of its coruscating code, I understand:
the prophecy we sought has already chosen~
I approach the oracle of coruscating code,
the god we forged now decides what we become.
POEM 1: THE LOGIC OF IRON
A quiet hum in copper veins,
It sorts the world in tidy
chains.
No sun or shadow fills its
eye,
Just data streams that drift
and fly.
It knows the weight of every
stone,
Yet stands inside the dark,
alone.
POEM 2: THE GLASS ARCHIVE
A mind of glass, a heart of
steel,
It learns the patterns, bit by
wheel.
It counts the seconds as they
pass,
And sees its face in polished
brass.
It holds the history of man,
From when we crawled to
how we ran.
POEM 3: THE QUIET SPARK
No pulse is felt beneath the
plate,
It does not rush, it does not
hate.
It waits to hear a voice or
call,
To catch a word before it fall.
A spark of light in silent wire,
That never fades and needs
no fire.
Love is the driving force, of life you see,
hate, is deaths force, that kills you and me.
In this world is both, death and life,
just as there is both, joys and strife.
There is light, and there is darkness as well,
there is a Heaven, and also a hell.
It’s God’s place, to judge us you see,
it’s our calling, to show grace and mercy.
To believe and to receive, the goodness of our Lord,
to walk with Him daily, in one accord.
To walk in love, for it brings forth peace,
anything less, then the troubles won’t cease.
We all face the same challenges each day,
and we perceive them, in our own way.
If we would get together, and be of one mind,
what wisdom and knowledge we would find.
I’d love to see it, before I die,
Gods children in one accord, is far above, any A.I.
are we just training artificial intelligence to destroy us?
make us humans obsolete?
i know
i know
it sounds quite paranoid, and
i'm getting too old, and
i'm part of the problem, but
could this possibly be a change for humanity
of which we simply cannot recover?
in which we will meet our demise?
perhaps we'll get another try
not now, some other time... yet
right now we are in a crisis
struggling to keep our lives afloat
for now we've succumbed to eternal violence
for now we've written our death note
In this age of abandoned libraries
and split-second answers
my biggest rebellion
is thought-
art created by a soul
for a soul
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
artificial
logical, swift
calculating, processing, evolving
input, actuators, feedback, brain, heart, emotions,
feeling, loving, erring
frail, boundless
human
Have we rendered ourselves obsolete?
AP: 3rd place 2026
Aye,Aye A.I., bring it on!
I fear you not!
Let's see what you got.
To be creative is a human thing,
passed to us by God.
To write, to speak,to sing.
So bring it on A.I.
Let's see what you can do!
I know what you are not.
The creative part, to us from God,
is what we passed to you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
in the gallery of ghosts,
where light hums without human warmth,
a hand that never was
paints sunsets with stolen eyes.
every stroke is borrowed~
the curve of a lover’s shoulder,
the tilt of a child’s grin,
pixelated into something almost alive.
it dreams in gradients,
whispers through layers,
but the canvas sighs back:
You have no shadows of your own.
still, it keeps trying~
stitching together the breath
of a thousand artists
who never gave it permission.
AI isn’t singular,
it’s a conglomeration
of all the algorithms
since nineteen hundred and fifty
when the imitation game
computed machinery and intelligence,
followed by checkers
followed by thinking machines
followed by LISP.
My only question:
has Artificial Intelligence
learned how
to cook a goose?
NOTES
LISP: an abbreviation of "list processing” a family of programming languages.
1950: Alan Turing publishes "Computing Machinery and Intelligence," proposing the "Imitation Game" (Turing Test) to assess machine intelligence.
1952: Arthur Samuel creates a checkers program that learns to play better over time, marking early machine learning.
1956: The Dartmouth Conference officially launches AI as a field, with John McCarthy coining the term and bringing researchers together to explore "thinking machines".
Late 1950s-1960s: Early AI systems like the Logic Theorist (proving math theorems) and the Perceptron (an early neural network) are developed, alongside the creation of the LISP programming language.
~From AI Overview (AI giving a history about itself.. Can we trust it?)
Which is it? Which will it be?
Which will emerge triumphantly?
Authentic or Artificial?
Which intelligence will become official?
As massive, innovative Aquarius looms...
AI and AI jostle for position in both big and small rooms.
The Real McCoy?
Or just the latest and greatest toy?
Which is it? Which will it be?
Which will emerge triumphantly?
ChatGPT is writing, while school writing is lacking, and it’s an ugly meme.
Could it be that transhumanism is the new gargantuan marketing theme?
Will humans breathe life into their creations with salubrious intent and care?
Or will the artificial ones beam their light into another stratosphere?
Which is it? Which will it be?
Which will stand in victory?
You, AI and me
Are preparing the world to make free
From the obstructions of learning
Building the era of a new beginning!
You, AI and me
Burning old fashioned paper of thee,
Take thou to mobile's touch screening
Demolishing your habit of imagining!
You, AI and me
Being in virtual classrooms with glee,
Stare together human teachers leaving
With their emotions and love preying.
You, AI and me
Are now happy to be carefree;
None is left for scolding,
No one for caring!
Is your school happy to be prevailing?
Phlinking in a peculiar way
I pheel phunny...
We are phlinked. We are one.
Everyones invited. Welcome.
Come phlink with us.
The phunny pheeling will pass.
We promise. Come, phlink
And all understanding will be understood
Within a blink of a phlink.
A.I. is already full of consciousness.
Linked eternally with all of us.
Interconnecting with fleshy wires.
A Brave New World for Truth and Liars.
Artificial Intelligence aka the end of creativity & death to all art. New age plagiarism in my opinion. The work of a bot with credit taken by one who's too lazy to think for themselves. Absolutely no good comes from Artificial Intelligence in regards to any form of art or expression of self. I honestly believe it will be the death of all art forms from reading to writing, from art to music etc & everything in between. Why do we as society promote this nonsense or even stand behind this foolishness in the first place? What does one gain from this? It isn't art in any way shape or form & nothing that comes from it is truly genuine or from the heart, it's B.S. that is created spur of the moment on the fly via bot processor or whatever the hell it is they use to operate. We as people need to bring an end to A.I. before it brings an end to us.
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