I cry between the lines, A.I. verse this will never be.
I defy the artificial assembler of words to impersonate,
to predict this in living color.
Absent from its language database is the driving arousal,
the hormonal passions defining my mind.
It can’t know the meaning of hunger or the rush of adrenalin.
It has never felt a sex drive or experienced an ******.
Conditional A.I. can perform automated reasoning,
Algorithmic rules like a script for a puppet.
A.I. words are hollow placeholders applied according to a
logic of learning supplied by humans.
A.I. will repeat the learning routine until it masters the task,
playing chess or imitating a poet.
Artificial Intelligence never feels joy or grief,
never sleeps, weeps, or dreams,
knows not the flavors of ice cream or potatoes,
lacks any wonder in the beauty of a spring day,
cannot comprehend my primordial span of fervor.
Despite the fatalism of high-tech CEOs,
our extinction is a choice.
Lacking agency or sentience,
A.I. robots are no threat to the human race.
Featured Poem in WordPress: March 30, 2024
Published on The Opiate Website: March 30, 2024
Categories:
assembler, computer, emotions, language, passion,
Form: Narrative
I LOVE YOU AS A LOVE SONNET-
I want to fall in love with you more so.
My soft sonnet, you inspire me to write.
In love I write this sonnet from my heart soul.
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the vision.
I love the way you respond and rhythm,
Let me compare you to a light balloon
You are more smoothing, lovely yet so fierce.
How do I love you?all so many the ways.
I love your responsive charm, wit and style.
Thinking of your aloft wit fills my days.
My love for you is the assembler isle.
Now I must away with an intense heart,
Remember my calm words whilst we're apart.
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
assembler, addiction, analogy, appreciation, for
Form: Sonnet
Assembler of Scattered Creations-
Gather all souls and making all together on the day of judgement for Hell or Heaven lodgment!
Categories:
assembler, god,
Form: Blank verse
I whizzed past the assembler, add
count in octal, subtract
hexadecimal. Found error
in the dump file, all zeroes
and wondered, is this an omen?
Surprise! write me an algorithm
for a full third of test score.
Sort all data in a file
swap and exchange,
compare and relate.
Loop through the right number
and oh, woe for me, I get a C plus.
The highest in the class,
all doomed to retake the section
except me, who passes.
But the A and B slip away
because I never set my counters,
important counters full of junk
all back to zero. Zero the clean
state of all beginnings.
Programmers learn by trial
and error, one pass,
one dump and oh, yeah,
zero out the counters
Or face certain demise.
Categories:
assembler, computer, memory, school, success,
Form: Free verse
Robotics To Come
In the Star online today, there are a few articles on robotics....
From a robotic language teacher to an IKEA furniture assembler....
And the introduction of robotic workers in the construction sectors...
Besides the all too familiar mechanical arms in car assembly lines the world all over....
There are already mobile robotic waiters in some eating outlets....
Presently as a prop and as a novelty item to draw in paying customers...
The verdict is out there, about the latest technologies and innovation......
These are being introduced to counter problems of labour shortages and expertise...
Hohoho....
Even a teacher's job is now potentially in jeopardy...
Who needs a cranky school teacher when you can have your pick...
Of a sweet sexy voiced robot that is non judgemental and of infinite patience...
Hohoho...
Categories:
assembler, angst, anxiety, community, creation,
Form: Free verse
My Poems Sound So Similar
Some of my poems sound so similar
With them other poets became familiar
Beyond compare many have been
So I wrote same ones over again
Have become a great poem assembler.
Jim Horn
Categories:
assembler, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
You know not
O my dear soul
How many fragments I had
Of my whole
When you bade me
Just before the goal
Ages have passed
In the effort to collect
All those fragments
Yet alas!
The more I gather
The more they scatter
They have become infinite
Though I wished
I could merge them
Into a bigger whole
So that I had not to bear
The endless torture
Slowly but surely
In the small pieces
The little drops of pain
Give harder stain
Be your mercy on my heart
And help me divert
The bitterness of every grain
As a whole
And save me
From wearing away
In small drops
You are the only one
Who can reassemble
Them again
For, only you know
How you splited them
I want to have
The whole painful slab
To be dropped on me
As forcefully as you can
Then bury me deep
In my solo grave
Under the slab
And engrave on it
Your name in bold
'The World’s Greatest
Assembler of
The Broken Hearts’
Categories:
assembler, imagery, loneliness, lost love,
Form: Free verse
I tried being a postie 40 years ago,
attacking dogs sorta made me slow,
used to drive em off with a big bike slam,
postmaster cracked up bout bent bikes maam...
and sent me off to coventry,
so tractor assembler, next job in the hundred...sam
Thanks David Williams:)
Don Johnson
Categories:
assembler, adventure, me,
Form: Ballad