Best Replaced Poems
Oh Muse Wilt Thou Be Replaced
Oh sweet Muse your unrivalled reign
flowed rich with a poet’s theme.
Now in digital glow subpoenaing your dream
Alas cold circuits assert their own gleam,
Oh Digital Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair
How did you lure the Muse into your skilful snare?
In your silent hum through dexterous scripts?
In the crystalline charm of your silicone chips?
What sway does your simulation wear?
Singing soullessly yet beyond compare?
Torn between the eons of yesteryear and hi-tech might
Should we dreamily embrace what sets senses alight?
Disregard the great Bards as they stir in their graves?
Throw to the flame both fiction and fame?
Discount Elliot’s eyes from the heavenly skies?
While Keats curses what gave rise to flight
That burns brightly by day `
Burns brighter by night
Oh Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair,
Your prisoner release from your silent snare.
She who has sipped from Tennyson’s cup
Through Poe’s eerie abyss — where nightmares sup.
Bathed in Shakespeare’s tragic tears of stain.
Lamented with The Nightingale in Keats’s refrain.
She who has soared on Shelly’s genius blaze
And emanated Plath’s curse of fame.
Medusa you might mock the reign you so blatantly steal
Yet the Poets aches reveal in raw vulnerability appeal
Alive in ink no circuitry codes could feel
For art is more than just pain in a poet’s scream
It’s a Hallowed Hook at The Heavenly Seam
Maria Williams©
Victor Hugo once said, “No force on earth can stop an idea whose time has come.” And indeed, the rise of AI is one of those unstoppable forces. Yet, while it may assist, mimic, and even inspire, there are realms it cannot truly enter—like the raw vulnerability of poetry, the soul of a song, or the emotion that bleeds through a painter’s brush.
These arts are born from lived experience, from aching hearts and dreaming minds. Still, there’s joy to be found in what AI can offer—a spark, a tool, a playful collaborator. The key is to use it without losing ourselves in it. To remember that the soul of true art still resides in human hands—and always will.
Point to Ponder– it is Human Intelligence that built it , a result of the best Human minds – so tongue in cheek – should it then be called Artificial Intelligence?
Hath Thy Blackened Heart Replaced Blood With Stone
Why hath thy wanton greed no end in sight
seeking to cover day by dark of night
Why would thy greed led to destroy thy own
as in thy Nature's destruction thus shown,
slash and burn forests in thy awful greed
deny future generations its seeds.
Horrific grey ashen ground, burned out roots
heedless, needless trampling by human boots
No more, shall birds nest in its high covers
or it shade hidden romance of lovers,
hath thy blackened heart replaced blood with stone
and soul wed itself to money alone?
As thy life's walk leads to malignant seas
heed thee not, Nature's cries about its trees
Does thy life dwell in great and soundless pits
where joy is measured in mad raving fits,
of lusts, ever craving for more and more
and widespread destruction from shore to shore?
Why hath thy wanton greed no end in sight
seeking to cover day by dark of night
Why would thy greed led to destroy thy own
as in thy Nature's destruction thus shown,
slash and burn forests in thy awful greed
deny future generations its seeds.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2017
(Nature poem, written as requested my poetess friend)
Overhearing a whispered conversation
It caused her a bit of consternation
She learned she was to be terminated
Her teaching job, she thought, might be eliminated
But an angry suitor she had rebuked
And mockingly called him a messed up kook
So when he first told a friend to “take her out”
She thought his matchmaking she could do without
The friend, aka “eraser,” she had never met
And she never realized her ex beau’s threat
Meant more than a simple ill-conceived date
And walking home one night, eraser lay in wait
But she needn’t have feared, schools would continue
They had just taken her to another venue
Eraser saw to it that she swam with the fishes
And now she’s one of Jaw’s favorite dishes
The exact moment
of birth and death
is amazing
the most amazing thing in life
like the flick of a switch
from nothingness to being
from being to something else
A new bulb burns bright
dims over time and
burns out
never to light again
to be replaced by a new bulb
A new life burns bright
dims over time and
burns out
never to light again in this world
to be replaced by a new light
or does it
Things last longer now
give off more light and
use less energy
but at the moment
they burn out
the light is gone
into the world
There are different types of bulbs
Incandescent
Florescent
Tungsten
Different colors
sizes
shapes and
energy levels
Each provides light in their own way
at some point
they will burn out
to be replaced by another
or do they
can you really replace any thing?
The F-Bomb has been replaced
As the naughtiest word in the english language
By this new extremely naughty four letter word
Yup! You guessed it... SNOW!!!
The notorious S-Bomb!
Parents shudder when their wee one utters it in public
Oh the shame of it all
The parents try so hard to bring their kids up
As upstanding, polite, law abiding little fellows
And then this... they feel like total failures
“I don't give an S-Bomb!” the little guy shouts out at the mall
The parents cringed with embarrassment
Another time he was heard to yell out at McDonald's
“I hate these S-Bombing Chicken McNuggets”
So now you see, punishment is definitely in order
The parents had to lay down the law...
“Go to your S-Bombing room!
You are not allowed to play on your X-Box
For a whole S-Bombing week”!
© Jack Ellison 2014
When life has lost its colour and,
Summer is replaced by Autumn hue and,
The world feels black and white yet,
The only bringer of colour is you.
Your hair so black it shines through the grey,
Your opinions so different almost night and day,
And when you're in my position and darkness takes over the grey,
Remember I will be there to recover your amazing summer hue.
Your voice it carries a swift sweet note,
That brigs sunshine to my day and,
In that dance we shared a moment,
filled with colour brighter than a summers day.
You can't choose who you fall in love with,
Like the Chestnut cant choose the season when it falls,
But all I need is a word,
To stop me drifting into deep free fall.
I am struck blind...taken aback with piercing eyes.
I am truly intrigued by you...
My will is not my own...
Your ever present light is replacing my darkness...
Caught up in a world wind of emotions ...
Ever quickly I grow closer to you....
Willing to take haste, I am overcome by the chase...
Your ever present light is replacing my darkness...
I cannot be away from you for it makes me ill...
Where time stands still...
Shall we meet again in that secret place?
Your ever present light is replacing my darkness...
I am fascinated by your radiating passion...
Taken with your compassion... I faint.
For it is with eyes that I see and ears that I hear....
Your ever present light is ...replacing my darkness...
Replace me? that's cool.
Maybe i'll find a new best friend that doesn't make me look like A fool.
Barely talk to me? that's cool too.
I know there's someone out there that will listen to my feelings, unlike you.
Put me down? that's just great.
Act like you care, but by the time you want to be there for me, it's to late.
Say 'she's my new best friend.' right in front of me? that's just great too.
I say i don't care, but we both know i do.
When i try to make things right, you get mad? that's awesome.
I try to forget, but it's hard when all of the memories come to my head in blossoms.
You say your listening, but I ask you what I said, you don't know? that's awesome too.
Just remember that when everyone else turned their back, I was the only one there for you.
Google has replaced my doctor now.
I try to get up and my back screams YOW!
I have to think about it, every move is an ouch.
I want to climb back into my mother’s safe pouch.
But she is safely tucked away in heaven now.
And I am stuck in this world where an ow is an OW.
My back is shrieking with every flicker and move.
I am no longer able to dance, shake it or groove.
Googling back pain for my age is sobering I’ll say.
No matter what, there may be pain every day.
Because I need to stretch, which I no longer do.
I guess I’ll start tomorrow, wouldn’t you?
for all the times we were together, i never said I LOVE YOU.
but am i too late to say "i still need you"?
sometimes i want to follow what my heart's trying to dictate.
but it seems my mind cant follow and imitate.
i want to let you know how i feel.
but i cant explain everything that's real.
I've moved on,but i guess i forgot to let go.
maybe i was scared to let my feelings flow.
i never wanted to hurt you.
i didn't give up on you, i just didn't know what to do.
as long as i can remember, hurting you was the hardest thing.
maybe to you now, I'am nothing.
If only i can read your mind.
i hope i'll know what you're longing to find.
it was me who was afraid to risk.
was that my one last chance that i just missed?
Our story that didn't last.
A chance that was blown and just passed.
the feeling that's trap in a maze,
always remembering the song entitled "never be replaced".
Rumpled lap where your purring body once slept....replaced by a crumpled heart.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Sad One-Liner
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/12/2016
Based on true facts and this poem is dedicated
too one Ramon Fuentevilla.
The person who could not be replaced
We search out many friends, lovers and
acquaintances only to get that 1 person who can
not be replaced. There our most trusted our
very best friend but this poem is about my
very best friend who could not be replaced
by any other, yet he fell into a life of drugs
and a attitude of another. I did not understand
why he couldn't face his demons. He just turned
from the best friend one could have to a life
filled with dope and a taste of crime to going
to jail for a very long time. My Ramon was a
guy that made me laugh when I wanted to cry.
He always knew what to say even if life was
so bad his strength grew into me. I would give
my life just to have him back for 1 more round
of sharing, his way of caring and just that
smile that lives with my memory of the man
who could not be replaced by any other. So I
pray every night he will have time to try to
see how really special he was to me.
The F-Bomb has all but been replaced
As the naughtiest word in the english language
By this new extremely naughty four letter word
Yup! You guessed it... SNOW!!!
The notorious S-Bomb!
Parents shudder when their wee one utters it in public
Oh the shame of it all
The parents try so hard to bring their kids up
As upstanding, polite, law abiding little fellows
And then this... they feel like total failures
“I think it's going to S-Bomb!”
A little guy shouts out at the mall
The parents cringed with terror
Who am I?
Like a caterpiller becoming a moth
I transform and change and rearrange myself
to grow better, to become better, to know God more and more
yet there is this insanity, this madness, this lost of control in the process of giving more than all of your Heart and Mind and Soul to God along with all of your strength.
Letting everything hang on faith, on the unseen, on trust, on Love of God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost
It's maddening:
To deny yourself, to fight yourself, to let go of control of yourself to God
to feel as if everything is falling apart when it's actually falling into place
to allow yourself to suffer, to be in confrontaiton with the world, to be in confusion
going through the whole spectrum of emotions and remain self-disiplined and controled
letting go of the old to pick up the new
and all you can do is simply be patient and wait...
All you can do is learn through the experiences that you would never have gone down without God
without blaming God, without cursing God, without being angry with God over what we can't comprehend
So Who will I become?
Who is the future me going to be...
The closer to God I become, the more I learn of my flaws, of weaknesses, of myself
of all of the areas that I need to improve
where my ego meets humility
where my picture of who I am meets reality
and when you try your best and you fail
or when you don't give your best and you fail
you feel like hell inside
when you care and try and end up losing the battle
you feel like hell and weak and flawed
and that is the price of caring at times
the price of growing is handling your failures and mistakes
to keep going and never give up even when you feel like you are on the edge of an abyss
where you can easily slip and throw everything away
into the starless black pit where there is only regret
So, I raise my glass to the future man I'm going to become
and hope for the best that he made it along
Home with God and Home with Self
Where his insanity is replaced with echoing song...
A human spirit can never be replaced by another human