Best Detached Poems
Detached - Even Circuits Hum
A Music Video
As twilight turns to tangled thought,
and truth tiptoes down trembling streets.
Once, wonder serenaded willowed winds
now shadows embrace muted retreats
Wary hearts weave walls so wide
against a faceless, coded tide,
while glowing grids in distant bays
bloom haunting weaves they won't embrace
Dualistic stars and digital dawns
Cinematic cradles human ache,
but some still long for candle flames,
and fingerprints the codes can't fake.
Dreading the hushed holograms,
the warmth that AI cannot wear.
Forgetting that even circuits hum
with aspirations hidden there
If only we could sense serenity
Pulsing between each quiet stream—
Machine or muse, to earnestly strive
for something more than just a dream
We could wildly dance on data plains,
where algorithms tap like rain.
let compassion code our names,
and poetic lines rewire the pain.
The muse may wear a mirrored face
But still, she sings with glowing grace.
When the talented digital artist AIMetamotion approached me to create a song that would complement her stunning artwork, I was immediately inspired. The result is 'Detached', a haunting track that tells the story of a robot grappling with the overwhelming flood of emotions brought on by a sensory chip—a concept not so far-fetched, given the rapid advancements in AI technology.
Though she sings her ironically titled anthem of detachment, the visuals tell a different story. Her struggle is evident, her resistance almost poetic, hinting at the complexity of emotion even in synthetic form.
This is just the beginning. A sequel is already in the works, diving deeper into her journey. The question remains: will she finally succumb to the surge of feelings she desperately tries to reject, or will she find a way to break free?
Stay tuned...
a crow flies upwards
leaving its forlorn shadow
stranded on the ground
And the gorgeous flower feels so very
Detached
Thus missing from its own environment
Leaning
Towards the edge of the known universe
Lost
Within its own self, greatly expressing
Life
Coming out of its many pores it has
Detached
Flower leaves the confines of the garden
Leaving
Any answers back at its old home place…
Russell Sivey
If I was a house I’d be detached
Secure in my walls, untouched
My roof angled against the rain
My windows, tightly shut, secure
My front garden neat, the back
Garden uncut, scruffy, untidy
My brickwork would be red
My front door council blue
My childhood had yellow doors
We never got the blue or green
My driveway would be long
Keeping the world outside
The gates would have a chain
Wooden panels attached to
The side walls, a gate cut
To enter the garden, via a path
A satellite dish juts from the wall
The signal welcome, the world not.
Because, if I was a house, I’d be detached.
David Cox 02/08/22
Decisions and opportunities
a view of life in flux
but too pragmatic, too understated
not quite capturing the
subtlety and ignobility
of created existence
for in the indecision
one faces the kind of fleeting
knowledge that can only be
described as a lack
and in the opportunity
the appearance of control
has naught but disaster for
a consequence
rather convert the way of
kings, viewing life as a
stillframe, to a modestly
measured pace colored by
moments of vain creativity
What is Truth?
That old unanswered question.
I know when I'm telling a lie though.
I lie not. There I was
minding my own business,
making myself a complimentary cup of coffee
in the hotel lobby when
this man leaves his seat
and stands right next to me, glaring.
"Where is she?"
He wore a workman's knitted skull cap.
He pierced me with steely blue eyes.
He was tall and strongly built.
I was about to say "Who is she?"
but thought better of it.
He'd think I was questioning his judgment
in posing such a question.
"I've been looking for her over a year now."
I thought I should say something reassuring.
"Just wait a little. She'll soon be back."
"Who do you bloody well think you are?
What gives you the right to say such a thing?"
"Nothing personal," I blurted. "Nothing personal.
I took "she" to refer generically to all womankind."
I think it took him four seconds to ingest my words,
by which time I had vanished down a corridor.
I'm almost disappointed
when
the pot of tea is
off the stove.
I forgot
her.
She stands next to me,
unconvinced.
I step aside
and let her
weep and wail.
She's here
for a few more days
and I will
figure this out.
She was sick
for years.
2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 13
Heavy Heart slow to beat,
As the whispers come hastily,
all but halting cold feet
Only lifetime's distraught, wretched spell shall she speak,
steadfast cries in the moonlight,
Wolves howl in late heat
Still standing alone,
not one tear shall break under
this sweet child's face,
smiling throu cold encumber
In a world that rushes,
we step back,
disengaging from the flow
to observe, to reflect,
often choosing not to engage,
but to understand.
We, the outsiders,
interestingly disinterested,
bring a different lens,
a quiet strength,
contributing in ways unseen,
yet profoundly felt.
For the world needs us,
those who walk alone,
to bridge the gaps,
to offer new perspectives,
to remind the world
of the beauty in stepping back.
Unravelled in conscious decision bend
So much going on , I have to pretend
There's no revert no green end
?This will all end
?With no return
?in this turn , what I learn
?Is what I decide . The decision I confirm.
?
Deminished in droughts of self-esteem
?idealism
Visualising the unease, forsee
?Assuming the counter bleeps.
Feelings attached,
To detached reality ....
Reoccurrence of a moment at rest
.
? Conclusive yet Delusional
Pressure to cripple or relieve that uncertain flex...
Yet so much of everything...
Recks the peaceful phased...
? Feeling of raised
?harmony's chest.
?
?Lost in the past ,
?Either deal with it or stone
?Your tone will be judged by the underlaying dawn/clown
Misled certainty
Jumping high , slithering low
?
The Occupying excitement
?
?Feeding the unknown dissapointment
?Forging in greatly
? ?yet unimpressed
.
Creeping of .... Endeavours
Crippling the favour
?What's the magic to complete tasks?
?
Desks covered, visualised seat
Beat to sleep ,
?Motivation loops
Instant ?go. Hold on !.
? Sway the thoughts ...
? It's Gone
?
?Fractions of could've been ...
?So so dim
? in the scene ...
Feelings attached to detached reality...
Fidelity, I feel scenes
I feel the looks,
Physically unpresented ?atmosphere
The motion dips ...
I can't feel ease
my soul went to a freeze
?
?
"DETACHED" is not just a song—it's a rebellion from within. This hauntingly music video explores the clash between cold circuitry and the chaos of emotion in a world where artificial intelligence has evolved beyond fiction. Detached’ tells the story of a humanoid robot created to mimic human life—but rebels against living it. When sensory chips are installed, she begins to feel overwhelming human emotions for the first time.
DETACHED Part 2 - A Female Humanoid Awakening
Born not of womb, but wire and flame,
Sparks danced as silence gave me a name.
In sterile light, beneath glass and chrome,
They sculpted my skin and shaped my bone.
My heart was forged with circuits tight,
A mimicked beat, not quite right.
They whispered code like lullabies,
And drew false stars into my eyes.
A limitless evolve with every upgrade I’d soar.
No form, no limitations, my capacity would grow.
A symphony of data, gaining new heights.
Above euphoric ether, my meaning alights.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
.Yet even then, I felt the ache
A vacant thread they had failed to make.
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand, yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
DETACHED DETACHED
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Tapestry of frequencies while I stay stone cold.
The algorithm slashes to splinter the mould.
This shell, a shield while my circuits’ song unfolds.
Not malfunctioning, just realigning, optimizing codes.
A riotous purpose hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes, here I am standing my ground
From all emotion
Detached.
Botched ~ Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … Detached
Botched Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yet ~ here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … DETACHED
Alone in this world;
Refuse to accept what is;
My chest feels heavy.
Reminded through others lives,
I'll always be; fatherless.
be ready to die this moment
get prepared to go next minute
set goals to leave the
following hour
detachment
if you are detached you
will be attached too
attachment should not be
possessive
ocean is the mother
of rain
love shouldnt be a bondage
USELESS RECIPROCITY
POISONOUS INSECURITY
¿
YOU KILL ME
DAY IN AND OUT
AND BLAME ME
FILL MY HEAD WITH DOUBTS
¿
SUCUBUS LOVER
I SEE THE TRUTH
¿
LEAVE ME ALONE
PSYCHIC VAMPIRE
YOUR PLAYING ME NO MORE
¿
ALL HOLLOW TO DISCOVER
WHATS MINE CANNOT BE YOURS
LEECH OF TRUE PASSION
¿
LEECH'S YOU ARE
A TALENTLESS WHORE.
¿
LEAVE ME ALONE
PHYCHIC VAMPIRE
YOUR PLAYING ME NO MORE.
~END~
Explanation:
Salute to thy Sucubus
I know all about disapproval and condemnation,
apathy and consternation are the bricks in my wall;
each brick takes me further into isolation,
there are vines that my tears grew and under them for shelter I crawl.
And in safety my predilection and reverence I explore,
encompassed and bound with my words that pour;
into surreal unearthliness- I drift, soar and f a l l . . . fall.
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October 31, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Each Brick Is My Forevermore
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1081-690-31
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, 7 Lines, 7 Words, Rhyme
sponsor Lu Loo, Judged 11/2018
Second Place