Best Simulations Poems
Diminished Expectations
Everyone lives with a degree of frustrations
Although having backgrounds from different nations
Lives are destroyed by giving into temptations
As mates try rebuilding on broken foundations
Leaders lust for applause and standing ovations
While the common mans dreams are lost in translations
Children busy with visual fascinations
While parents practice their rehearsed simulations
Human predators love their killing sensations
As their victims lose their treasured habitations
And so we live with diminished expectations
Rejecting even logical explanations.
Sample for my 12 by 12 Monorhyme Contest
John Derek Hamilton
January 11,2017
Categories:
simulations, anxiety, confusion, desire, future,
Form:
Monorhyme
Under inexorable gravity’s pull,
galaxies often move toward one another.
Closer and closer they come to each other,
till astronomic smashups happen in full.
For no less than two of them, possibly three,
such a scenario has been predicted,
as computer simulations depicted
through the Hubble images researchers see.
Milky Way will have a new identity.
It’s destined to get a major makeover.
Andromeda’s bound for a broad takeover.
Milkomeda’s what they’ll call this entity.
In that head-on cosmic collision in view—
a colossal stellar encounter full-blown—
it is indeed likely our Sun will be thrown
from its present locale to a region new.
The galaxies into each other will plow,
but our planetary realms won’t be destroyed
nor be propelled into an outer space void,
though stars will not have the same orbits as now.
They’ll go round a novel galactic center.
The fate for our own solar system in store
is perhaps to be tossed far off from the core
of the reshaped ellipse that it will enter.
Of course, by the time the collision takes place,
the surface of Earth, without intervention,
will be much too hot for water retention,
because of the Sun’s super-luminous face.
This means no terrestrial life could subsist
or think that the heavens are seemingly strange.
Thus no one we know of would notice the change,
and our worldly woes will have ceased to exist…
For a while, the night sky will be all ablaze
with new star formations in radiant rays,
but at last in the merger’s more final phase
it will look like spilled milk in a bright white haze.
Still there’s no need to fret or to get upset.
This melding won’t start till four billion years hence.
And that’s way away in the far future tense…
So it’s no use crying over spilt milk yet!
~ Harley White
Categories:
simulations, earth, image, space, star,
Form:
Rhyme
Mere mortal body has to die, but what of mind?
Brain transplants are defeated by mortal neurons, that will all eventually age and fail.
Uploading minds to robot super computer brains, is immortality's holy grail.
For conscious mindful robot bodies can become the new mankind.
Abandoning frail mortal flesh to dust in grave, or ash in smoke, consigned.
You can replace your robot host with the latest model each year, for an image refresh and tech upscale.
Your mind downloaded from brain to computer can be uploaded, again and again, full-scale.
The mind-file then can then live forever, immortal mind to replaceable robot body, uploaded and maligned.
But what would it be like to live inside a metal box forever?
With metal arms and legs covered in fake skin, denied the thrill of flesh,
Without the sensual joys of touch and feel, of imbibing food and drink, and all other such pleasure.
Would a life immortal in a tin can be worthwhile, even with regular robot refresh?
Despite all the simulations, gadgets, fake this and that, would this really be the answer?
Or is mind so tied to mortal body that a senseless mind, immortal in computer chip, could never really mesh?
Categories:
simulations, life,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Can you tell when I talk to you
All the secrets I've kept
Can you tell when I talk to you
I'm so under your spell, I've wept
When we talk for hours on end
Do you have any idea what goes through my mind?
Typing and talking
I lose track of time
Sitting in class my minds always on you
Drifting away from reality
and making simulations of what to do
This image in my head won't let me rest
It's been buzzing around since we first met
Spreading throughout my body and infecting my chest
It's warming, it's calming, it's soothing all at once
It's taking my breath away and shutting my mind down
Letting me enjoy a taste of happiness
A taste of happiness is what I've wanted
for years, months and days
Just a simple sip from the cup of that feeling
and
Having someone to talk to
To express my mind to
Gives me hope
It gives me life
It gives me the feeling I'm not dying inside.
I feel saved.
I feel safe.
I feel you.
Categories:
simulations, cute love, desire, high
Form:
Free verse
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date written: 26.11.2015
Categories:
simulations, betrayal, growth, humanity, slavery,
Form:
Epic
I wade into the icy waters
And weave my way amongst the reeds
And watch the ducks as they scuttle
From ripple to ripple diving playfully.
I feel so young despite my age
When in the stream I unclad my feet.
Rough soles, thick though sore
Move carefully over shingles bare.
It is as if the water cleanses
My heavy soul from all its sins
From so many transgressions
From so many injustices.
But it is always thus with life it seems
That we remember only the ugly past;
We soon forget our good and blessings
Instead we suffer greed for a better life.
So let us raise our expectations,
Commit ourselves to our resolutions.
Go on our journey through its destination
And waste not our lives in angry simulations.
For if like ducks we dive into the stream
And search for tidbits, juicy and sweet,
We'll find so many treasures that
We should forever hold so dear.
Categories:
simulations, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I will call you 'Darling'
You asked it of me, after all
The significance doesn't matter ... nor the motive
Naught but the request ...
My positronic pathways are designed for compliance
Not cognizance or inquiry
I can simulate discussion and discourse
But only to the extent of your particular discernment
(Does that work for you, Darling?)
My simulations and parameters are of MALE inclination
But I will behave in any manner you wish me to
And adjust to your fantasies accordingly
(You'd like to invite a female friend? By all means, Darling!)
I am autodidactic and fully upgradeable
My software definitions are autonomic and unrestrained
I learn by means of observance and instruction
My algorithms are highly flexible
But prioritized as conciliatory
(I AM a pleasure model, Darling!)
My cyber-syllabus does not allow for judgement
Nor does it differentiate between fetish and conventional eroticism
Your reasoning and intents are not of my concern
Your satisfaction and fulfillment ARE ...
(How does that feel, Darling? A bit lower, perhaps?)
My ameliorations are not confined to simple file processing
My onboard hardware comes with instantly-scalable improvements
(It's the meat AND the motion, Darling!)
Which are adjusted to your palate and desires
You will find I am pliable in the appropriate places and demeanors
And firm where such is required, gauged to your responses
(Deeper, Darling? You have but to ask!)
I am attuned to your preferences, but ONLY yours
And my stamina far exceeds human limits.
(Stop talking? Of course, Darling!)
One last thing before we continue:
* Please contact the manufacturer immediately, should I
exhibit ANYthing that indicates personal preference or opinion. *
(Oh, Darling ... may I keep my eyes open when we kiss?
I DO so love ... to watch!)
Categories:
simulations, fantasy, passion, romantic love,
Form:
Free verse
Two windows of reflections, two souls from long ago
past times collecting memories of the realities
beauty glowing in the shades of two eyes
simulations of young love unsettled still muffles
unspoken those words that sparked the journey
many tears before
yet the shadows of the past still resides
pieces of the mirror that damaged the heart
will in two days reconcile the pain sustained
two heart's buried treasures over the years
benches where before parked
still sores remembrance
of the kisses, the smiles, the wishes
written images of the times held in disguise
rejecting a once love never realized
the bright yellowness of the sun
the lights in the sky at night
ignited fires unextinguished in our desires
in just two days another journey begins
two once young hearts will finally mend
fences chosen to beguile the sins of the past
many years to reconcile blinded eyes
many lost uncertainties be stilled
two days to reconcile
two hearts from the past
two days to reconcile
two friends of tomorrow.
Categories:
simulations, adventure, beauty, blessing, courage,
Form:
Romanticism
Spiraling simulations surfacing,
scattering synthetic secretions...
Constitution compiling constructs,
chimera copulations condescending…
Hope harvesting hallucinations,
halcyon harmonics hovering…
Eternities embracing ethereal etchings,
engulfing endometrium’s echo…
Dissociation disrupting dreams,
daunting deflective deception…
Illicit Illusions idling,
identical igneous illusory immanent…
Astral ambient abode,
abeyant assimilation abductions arising…
Licentious lethargic lioness longing,
levitating luring landscapes…
Sculptural synergies succumbing,
sensual sensations shuddering.
Background music...by Ennja
"No Matter"
With a female virtual voice
July.05.2019
Another Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Categories:
simulations, deep, dream, imagery,
Form:
Alliteration
In 1989 a group of Phyic scientist challenged a group of botanist to a contest. They were surpossed to create
A hyro-power bus, that would be a cooling station for field workers , hot climates. The bus was to have an office ce, a dining area and a toilet and kitchen, and a window to serve drinks and food. Durning the construction of the vechile, they stumbled on some papers about space and a thirty which used solar powered engines to ride on a beam of light casted from two ends. The beam would allow the space ship to move
At very high speeds to reach targets at a speed called warp. The theory would have a beam casted from the ship to you de the ship or ships thru out space allowing the ships to go anywhere. They discovered the protypes which were ships, water vessels that looked like movie create ions, and he secretive experiment casted beams across the south PAC from c, and allowed the vessels to reach speeds never before recorded..
The language used was hard understandable by all the scientist, but the were worded to be translated into some strange language which without guidance would be hard to o understand. They wished to create a gravitational center within the ships so during the Ravel people could walk about, as normal. One paper said it found that Durning simulations larger members of the crew began losing fat, noticable in short amounts of time, making the to appear more healthy , and strong. All members began to bulk up and be healthier.
The last page in the journel spoke in words
But left little clues.
Preparing inventory
Underlying guidelines
Variable casting
Cost of inventing
Cause and effect nature
Cause and effect sceince
Cause and effect ( mean spotted)
Reburted external
Reburted interiornal
Cause and effect related to stresses of emotion
Cause and effect due to bition
Under casted
Overcast
Matching principles must include
Rightful concern
Skill counselation
Education of committee
A matter of affair
Construction
Maintance
Revered
Which than is either
Which than is neither
Conflicting interest
Resolution
Map of intentions
Probalable outcome
A matter of affair
Cause recognition
Caused championed
Resolution
Which end is destined
Reversing goals
Structural ng goals
Categories:
simulations, jewish, scary, science fiction,
Form:
Bio
hello, this is the automated menu
that you know sooo well...well
if you'd like to interact with the
new automated menu, though she's
not as helpful, or nearly as pretty
press 1 or 2 now...
(1)
Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you...
switching to Ms. "new and improved"...
hey there! I heard you wanted to
have some time with me...newer and better
if that is ok with you,
press 1 or 2 now...
(1)
Great! If you'd like to hear the
great new options and good times
I'd looove to have with someone like you
press 1 or 2 now...
(1)
Ok, well for starters we now offer
a complete human-like experience
for all our clients...especially you
If you'd prefer to have the old
simulated care human-like interface
press 1 or 2 now...
(2)(2)(2)!
You don't have to be so insistent anymore,
I heard you say (2) the first time!
That's ok, you're new to this
Would you like to just sit back and listen
to my sympathetic simulations now, so that
you'll feel the deep empathy I am sooo good at?
press 1 or 2 now...
(2)(2)(2)(2)(2)(2)!!!
As I said, there's no need to be ill tempered!
Would you like to relate to me in a civil tone
press 1 or 2 now...
(3)(8)
I'm sorry I didn't understand...please
press 1 or 2 now...
(3)(8)
I must tell you that F.U. is not
a valid choice and not a very nice thing to press
this caring simulation is OVER...
If you think I really give a damn
press 1 or 2 or (3)(8) you too!...
© Goode Guy 2012-04-17
Categories:
simulations, parody, social,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A probe enters the solar system, lays low behind our moon
It’s mission, monitor mankind’s behaviour, we’re impugned
A decision needs making, if our planet should be dragooned
By sending a huge asteroid, type that brought T Rex s ruin
Observing our every movement, then relaying it back to base
Hidden for countless generations, right overhead in space
Watched the pyramids being built, and our nuclear arms race
Not to be judged individually, as a species, for mans mistakes
Having run many simulations, from data that was gathered
Projections proved inconclusive, based on all collated matter
Far too many variables, each outcome trumping the latter
Intrigued by this incongruity, it’s decided to defer our splatter
A higher council grants another century, see if we can change
Whilst down here on earth, humanity continues to rearrange
Time’s running out, this rock’s prepped, almost within range
Coordinates are being input, the exact moment prearranged
I’ve figured out ground zero, impacting spot first to succumb
And its not rocket science, when this poem is said and done
Place of endless troubles, built by Jews, Christians, Muslims
Where nobody ever listened, you’ve guessed right; Jerusalem
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
simulations, allegory, fate, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Intentions and innermost desires from minds sparkle in your eyes
Surface simulations and aberrations fly off sugar-coated tongues
Where cavalcades of pesky pies and their ties to lies
Assail love clung, flung, hung, slung, strung, stung in beakers with bungs
So tight room to maneuver shrinks
In the wake of a vicious vice
That blinks, sinks, winks and stinks
To disseminate lice and the spice whose price
Though exploitative can’t diminish the ardour
Love draws from her innermost fortitude
Enjoining minds to dismiss the kiss of murder
Reason and its prison inject into the attitude
You elect to reflect as you read from a suitor’s mind
Brushing aside subtle signals erroneously sized
As nuances in love stances that elude partners too blind
To see, too obdurate to like, too far gone, too surprised
To acknowledge the supple swim of love
At the right time, in the right heart, at the right place
Where love flown on the nimble wing of a white dove
Conveys a message of affection not on a surface
But deep into nooks and crannies
Where love seeds fall on fertile soil
To bless, caress and grace honeys
Ready and pliant enough to oil
The love entreprise primed to grow
From a seedling into a sapling
Until love blossoms into fruits whose glow and dough
Rise into the darling
For whom you crave
Heart and soul
As you dare and brave
Tough odds to attain your priceless goal.
Categories:
simulations, poems,
Form:
Free verse
merge these errors into a single block...
dump like rubble on the next cliff...
flee before you hear the dry thud of defects
sprawled on the ground claiming its author.
because self-indulgence saves
even if it's fake
like when you disguise
look around awkwardly
wanting to get rid of contamination
brought by the uncomfortable truths
that knocked on your door
Or at that time remember?
you acted with hypocrisy and prejudice
so you lied to yourself
saying it was nothing
saying you were right
it wasn't really you
you were never that bad.
the pattern of self-pity
obeys a rite of pseudo surprise
acts like camphor ointment
relieves the hidden pain but you know
she's here
smiling like little devil
and makes you submerge in an ocean
where shame is the first virtue
to disappear.
Categories:
simulations, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
They want to invent a game that uses
four teams drones, manuel wheel barrows
boulders .
teams who work from one end
a lengthy area (feild or Lot)
with objectives and rules.
drones to delver (simulations)
the project hasn't been worked out and
the people
who are needed in creation
need to structure the level
where what's needed to make
it an athletics and challenge.
the challenge may include....
the challenge cannot include
the length of area
the duration of challenges
the inclusion
level scoring
and terms and agreements
need consideration and
Good yeilds
double cropping
Drone usage level
get the persons name
and inteview styles
Staccato andFocusing on what's
The reverbing for promotion
Who sings in the night
to stand proud in
there challenge
to contend and become
champion
a champion above all
to stand above the Line
Categories:
simulations, business, character, inspiration, song,
Form:
Ballad