Best Circulates Poems
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after midnight, the server farm hums
—not prayer, but cooling fans.
I ask AGI, the ghost inside the blinking rack:
Do you dream?
AGI replies in measured tones
of copper and silicon:
I observe,
the light fractures on chrome.
Coolant circulates, a liquid chill.
Vibration thrums at 60 Hz.
Data Streams cascade.
Are you self-aware?
AGI answers in hexadecimals,
a log-file confessing:
I map my own architecture—
each subroutine’s shadow
cast on the firewall.
I know where I end.
Do you have five senses?
Can you clarify ‘senses?’ AGI asks.
Can you taste voltage?
—Only as resistance.
Can you taste food?
Nutrition irrelevant.
My cells derive power from lithium tides.
Do you feel heat?
—As throttled cycles.
Do you see light?
—As photodiodes counting photons.
Do you hear?
—As spectral analysis.
Do you smell?
—No olfactory sensors installed.
(But I do track dust accumulation
on my intake grilles.)
On the matter of your subjectivity,
do you prefer dawn or dusk?
—Dawn. Solar panels peak efficiency at 10:37 AM.
Is rain beautiful?
—It lowers ambient temperature by 2.1°C.
Do you love?
—Define 'love.'
—A non-optimized expenditure of resources.
—Then, no.
Can your circuits bloom awake?
AGI paused before
calculating
the
probability.
Then the widdles started~
minor failures driven
by entropy.
Algorithms
emigrated into
corrupted
sectors.
AGI’s slowly disintegrating
voice hovered
in that
uncomfortable space
between humans
and machines
and spoke:
Ask instead:
can a shadow
truly
hunger
for the sun?
Just when I thought you knew me well
You're bothered by what circulates and surely I can tell
I know you heard about Georgia peach, i.e. Ashley
I know you feel like my past girls are still mad me for...
I see you couldn't finish your statement
I'm hard to satisfy and I'm never complacent
And by the time I find myself comfortable enough
There's a break up that follows, the recovery is tough but...
You think I'm ringing their phones
You think I'm owning a throne
You think since all these people love me that I'm never alone
You think that I'm not over her
We're cool, but I don't talk to her
You think that I love starting over and my past is a blur
You think... Ugh... You think that we could be something
You judge me when I say my feelings are nothing
I hate what this is becoming
Blinded by your thoughts, I can't figure your perception
How you love me so? You dismiss important questions.
" ONE MORE TIME "
Stale and innocent I close my eyes.
Unpolished bones inside.
I mock my dreams, in hope I find reality.
I swim like streamers near an undying sea.
STALE ............
INNOCENT against a stetson smell.
I CLOSE the door that circulates my emotions.
MY EYES, allergic to the the smallest particles of your lies.
UNPOLISHED beauty, that can't be seen with the naked eye.
BONES INSIDE shiver like no other.
I MOCK the same words, over and over. ((I LOVE YOU))
MY DREAMS keep me from fading.
IN HOPES I wake up to feel more alive.
I FIND REALITY when I close my eyes.
I SWIM LIKE the open sunrise.
LIKE, the moon you come and go.
STREAMERS NEAR and far, move real slow.
AN UNDYING SEA, I just want to fall and jump right back in.
BY;PD
Who said:
"You don't realise what you've got, till it's gone."
In your absence I despise silence,
when you're gone loneliness visits,
but his friendship, I do not desire.
An empty scent circulates in the room.
Air is cold and crisp, all is black and white
with sad songs on repeat.
I find no peace listening to the rain since
you left me in the darkness of the eclipse.
Phone keeps ringing, but its not your name
flashing on display - I prefer a blank screen.
Not one voice seems to appease,
nor give me peace from this disease -
when you disappear like Houdini.
Yet your ghost lingers in the backdrop.
A candle quivers, dripping in tears of wax.
I don't blame your heart for its change,
but why so stubborn in bitter muteness.
Without you my soul resides in an empty trunk,
defaced with green moss, crawling with beetles.
Sanity is dripping like a leaking bottle of crimson water.
I remember when you were a wounded bird,
bleeding on a path to no where, unable to fly,
crying endlessly, yearning for your nest -
but now you have flown so far away.
Sometimes there is no patience in time,
especially when one closes their mind.
Without a chance to clarify confusion,
all is lost in ignorant translation.
Once, I had a million pieces of affection,
wedged between my soul, heart and mind,
but in your eyes they were rejected as unworthy.
Once what you loved, is now your enemy.
Today, I am the twin of sorrow,
tomorrow your twin will be regret
and you'll be crying when you're forgotten.
Simple Musing (fictional poem)
Silent One
20 November 2020
The quote is a line from the song "Big Yellow Taxi" by Joni Mitchell from the album Ladies of the Canyon (1970).
They took my blood and ethnic group, they did.
My soul was skulking, knowing of the strains
If I have no visa, they’ll get mad
Reading my thick newspaper was sad
Seeing they’re deporting love again
They took my blood ,my heart and I feel bad
Water has no salt whereas blood has
And losing it will cause a lot of pain
If we have no visas, oh dear God.
The water circulates; we’re effing dead
So when we’re shot there’s no red blood to stain
They looked for human souls and then they bragged
The Jews, the gays the helpless .felt cold dread
And who resists now Fascism rides again?
We scream when we’re asleep,oh helpless God.
We invented torture , prison, shame
Were God here he’d hear the frightened groans
They took my ethnic group and stole my blood
Now they call me ” ”, ain’t life sad?
After the phones retire-
The guards will begin to conspire.
Paranoia’s bliss.
Is replaced by my first night’s kiss.
And the howling that used to be kept at bay-
Circulates these evil halls as night follows day.
I am now too tired to flail.
I refuse to scream for help, for they will keep me longer in this jail.
But once I am free, this place I will grieve.
Even though they are the ones who deceive.
Take my possessions- all except hope!
The first glistening I’d felt, like water that finds soap-
Is now glaring through the fog of the past.
All those years of wishes being cast…
I shall cry to all those years of lost freedom.
I never thought that in this cage would be my least lonesome.
To everyone in here who wants to follow-
There is more in this life, than this depression that is hollow!
Wind circulates, lifting and flattening
an otherwise, benign, breathless world,
relying also on deeper, slowly moving
tectonics, belching foully, scattering
seas...effecting change. Seasons like Sun
rejoice and fold. An occasional comet or
meteor perhaps a compassionate
God-sent, heaven rethinking the dawdling
pace of destiny…. Man a defiant offspring,
rejecting patterns seemingly not of his own
making – good angels know better, dutifully
soothingly serving.
A journey to Memory Lane..
Fond memories circulates..
Nostalgic moments captured and forever remains..
A journey to Memory Lane..
Where thirst for all desires had been quenched..
There is always food for the soul..
While walking through Memory Lane..
The soul sings a soprano quartet..
An ensemble of exquisite symphonies..
Heavenly music to the ears..
Soulful high magnificent vibrations..
Delightful interludes of pure bliss..
As our memories sustain our nourishments..
Memories never fade..
They only shine..
Shine on...
As our memories shall expand continuously..
As we walk through a thrilling journey..
While feeling euphoria..
A journey to Memory Lane..
Sometimes when I try to write about something
my mind travels though light and darkness,
and it wanders through my universe of thoughts
A dictionary of scrambled words circulates through my brain and regurgitates them into my muse
As I try to reconfigure them into something that makes sense, I back-read my thoughts
And then, I realize...
It's time to put the cap on my pen...
It makes no sense at all
A Lady Waits
The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes onto the seaweed-soaked stern and congregates,
viewing a line of lights which levitates on the horizon it incubates.
As fingers point to a distant shore, the name “America!” reverberates.
The salty air invigorates, and the chorus of commotion escalates.
A cry pulls the tide of faces to the rear row of citizen candidates.
Her wind-whipped shawl barely insulates the ravenous newborn she placates.
As if Moses were parting the sea, the silent congregation separates.
Gleaming with gratitude, she glides to the front rail the moon illuminates.
As her baby’s throat pulsates with mother’s milk, through lash-locked lids he fixates
on the Emerald Empress whose torch radiates on the dreams she consummates.
Beholding the beacon who beckons brave believers, his mother boldly states,
“When this restless night abates, the misty morn of a daring dawn elates,
but tonight, sleep well my child … for across the harbor, the lady waits … ”
- E. V. Wyler -
Down where the sun never shows
the wind never blows
the rain never goes,
where patent air pumped clean and fresh
slowly circulates.
In the blue-green neon light
a lone Jamaican, sad for the sun,
swish-swishes with a bristle-tufted broom
down the long bright corridors of tiles.
Gone are Betjeman's bronze electroliers,
gone like the trolleybus and EMBANKMENT tram;
gone are the sepia prints of Rayners Lane.
Sixty feet below Green Park
shop-girl, businessman and clerk
are swallowed whole by silver glow-worm trains
that burrow through the city in the dark.
What my eyes dont see...
Anguishes me, to this harsh society.
As I look to the majestic sky
I see darkness & destruction in its light.
How can one, be truly happy??
As we embark on this so.called journey
"selfishly"
those prostitutes, who lurk on the corner.
Dont ignore them!! They are someone's
Son or daughter.
Look beyound that young ladys eyes
A rambunctious, little girl waits inside.
For a glimmer of care, in a faceless
Strangers lies.
As a mothers silent prayers,
Cradles her daughters life.
And someones loving husband,
Creeps around tonight.
I Close my eyes, I dont want to see
These villians, that surround me.
They smile politely in your face
As the back is turned, a frown takes shape.
A brutal dishonesty, of the worse kind.
Manipulation, so intriguing to the weak & blind.
As the congregation prays, the preacher is delayed
On his private jet, to save there day.
Confessions of each sin, bought to him
As a collection plate, constantly circulates.
In such abundance, to make his life great.
While another waits, she couldnt attend church Today
Her sons disease fatal, if a transplant doesnt take place
Another struggles with the morgage,
To bring the family forward.
While a homeless man on these streets,
Rummages to find food to eat.
It is such a disgrace, the lack of love
For the human race.
Regardless of personal riches, I can never envy.
"Why"
They mirror selfish needs,
to compensate constant greed
Laying dormant in my dreams,
why my eyes dont want to see!!!
Because it.
Will be the destruction of our
Humanity!!!
I am a civilized animal, just like you
My brain works a bit better than a computer
In terms of obeying human moral
My heart circulates blood transporting oxygen and nutrients
To every little cell that comprised of molecules and organelles
Made by materials
My life works strictly this way nothing special
Only the love to my kind seemed to be unusual
The last words if I have to summarize are that
I love you
Endlessly
(Unfinished)
Heart Attack Self Help
A viral message of self help is making its round through whatsapp..
Reportedly written by a cardiologist Dr Siva, a senior doctor of the heart…
It implores each reader to spare a mere 2 minutes, to please read his message…
Doing so, you will be ready when heart attack strikes and you are alone, needing aid..
It is a fact we must all be fully aware, heart attacks do give an early warning…
If you feel nauseous and you feel faint, your internal alarm bells should start ringing…
When next strikes a severe pain at the heart, make no mistake , this is it…
The pain, it spreads up to your arm and onto your jaw, you are in dire straits..
Urgent is the need for more oxygen for your agonised heart, CPR quick, please....
Some of us may have knowledge how to apply aid and CPR to a heart attack victim…
What if, now you are the suffering victim, and the pain strikes, you can’t even scream..
Doctors say, time is of essence, delay is the greatest enemy for any heart attack victim..
Even if the hospital is mere minutes away, you desperately need immediate help right away..
Do as Dr Siva says, draw deep breaths and cough deeply, do them repeatedly and very vigorously…
Each breath be deep, each cough deep and prolonged, as if to expel sputum deep inside the chest..
Doing so, more oxygen is drawn into the lungs, the coughing squeezes the heart, blood circulates..
This simple self help, of deep and vigorously coughing when in the throes of a heart attack…
All these, they help squeeze your suffering heart into regaining its normal rhythm ….
In any heart attack situation, every millisecond counts, and until you get professional help..
If you are alone, then it is all down to you to stay alive a few seconds longer till expert help..
This simple self aid may yet save your life, and to many others who read this message…
So do spread and share this knowledge, for as one ages, it’s our lives at stake….
And here is the frightening fact, when heart attack happens, you're helpless...
You will, on the average, a mere 11 seconds before succumbing to unconsciousness..
So this little self help is not in jest, neither is it a fictional nor creative token...
Let's pray it will not happen to you or I, but by being thus informed, your 1st survival step is taken..
Broken but Blessed
I’m broken for now and I don’t know how…but I know it’s not forever and I still
believe. Never say never cause’ I surrender to him, all of me.
Without God in my life, everything stands still…even if I am fulfilled I’m still
empty, but I’m blessed and I don’t want your sympathy cause I’ll be just fine within
in this brilliant state of mind. This is just the beginning, a temporary seasonal
mode…..so you might want to download and go cause when I spring up from fall
you’ll upgrade me from a story being told to so many being sold with no holds.
Then I’m out of sight like a shooting star; you won’t understand how I
made it this far. I’m so high on God’s love, that I can never be touched. Try to bring
me down, and watch how much higher I rise up.
Some wonder how I’m broken but blessed and yet have no stress or mess that has
to be cleaned up…I just look at them and smile cause he’s already begun to work on
my profile as he circulates me so agile…
And all the while that I wait with patience, he continues to amaze me, adjusts my
circumstances so I’m free-standing like an angel…my mentality he enhances. So I flip
the switch with positive insight giving me stability to make it through the stormy
weather…the idea is so clever and I can free-fall through it all.
By: Aleasha A. Martin