Computerized Poems

The Thing about AI

Artificial intelligence
  created simply, because we can
  to easily, lazily, complete tasks we plan,
    and ones perhaps, we cannot do on our own.
No incentive now 
  to pursue knowledge or grow
  no need for humanity to learn or know
    how we are succumbing to boredom flow.
Now, all our bridges can be burned
  our very words to be reinterpreted and reformed 
  disconnecting any or all need
    passage of learning to our progeny.
Machinery, rote computerized mind thinking
  solvers of the cosmos blinking
  as all living entities are seized
    to impregnation of the mind's slow disease.
Already most are lost to creative goals
  incapable of educating hearts and souls
  more dependent every day of the powers that be
    making every decision for you and me.
today, yesterday, tomorrow an artificial intelligence sea
   will rewrite our history
   with little need of any input or discovery
     from you or you or me.

Religious young mind destroyed by violent computer games

The day that Armageddon came,
he thought the entire thing was kind of lame.
Nothing but the noise and smoke of a fiery battle,
and people, left and right, bloodily slaughtered like cattle ~
not much different really from any other mediocre computerized game.

White Whimsical Poem

Write me a white whimsical poem 
With fairies unicorns and wizards 
May all the men be kind and strong
And the grandmas never cook gizzards

And the children always play outside
Doors of the houses are never locked
Games aren’t on phones computerized
With joy playing ball and hopscotch 

No war crimes and no school shooter 
We all smile in the coolest clothes
Riding bikes skateboards or scooters 
Happiness is what we all know

Looking back it was a fantasy
To live in a simpler time yesterday 
Perhaps we can learn to be
As free if we dream and find a way

Forgotten Field of Forever

Unlike the Beatles’ Strawberry Fields Forever
that is not forgotten and been listened to
since it was recorded, the field of forever
seems to be just standing there, forgotten.

The field of forever that has the seeds of humility,
like virtue, faith, determination, kindness, forgiveness,
gratitude, understanding is covered with weeds of
pride, selfishness, unbelief, greed, self-absorption.

Seeds of humility that go a long way, the little things
giving comfort, joy, appreciation and warm the heart.
Those precious moments that last in your memories
giving you motivation to do more good and reach out. 

Small gestures that mean so much, like saying hello,
thank you, appreciate it, you are welcome, I am sorry,
I understand, you’re so kind, good job, I am proud of you.
Small gestures that seem to be forgotten in today’s world.

In this computerized wide world, you can see the displays
of pride, selfishness, self-absorption in posting themselves
for the media to see and the greed because of materialism.
So many web fraud causing harm, pain to innocent people.

How can we bring back the forgotten field of forever?

We the People

Another billion people
were found somewhere yesterday,
millions of new humans
were discovered huddled together
at the back of Costco and Walmart stores.
America deniers have multiplied
until hardly any one sees America anymore,
however, the people keep appearing,
hordes of humans.
No one knew what to do with them
until a new make-believe
computerized world was created,
one so massive
that not one being would ever need
or want to actually meet or be with another.
That worked for a while
but then
billions more kept showing up
and they wanted our stuff,
even our make-believe stuff,
stuff not made in America.

Cookies

Tracked as prey in this digital age,
Logging on and pounced upon every day,
Cookies anointed as algorithmic sage. 

Tired, exhausted, spending the wage,
No where to hide as they all say,
Tracked as prey in this digital age.

Trapped in this computerized cage,
Releasing steam, all the games I play,
Cookies anointed as algorithmic sage. 

An ad here, an ad there: products all the rage,
All of our pathways designed in such array,
Tracked as prey in this digital age. 

Wanton appetite of desires assuaged,
Presented to all as an endless buffet, 
Cookies anointed as algorithmic sage. 

How is it we are all gauged?
Sitting upon scales to be weighed,
Tracked as prey in this digital age,
Cookies anointed as algorithmic sage.

Proposals For Upgrading a Company

It was a dragging argument
For the need to funds augment:
Ten voices in Duke's Department,
Their owners in Fred's Apartment;
Not sure of Duke's contentment
With talks on firm's new investment:
Mention of fridge,no compartment...
All men shouting: poor comportment!
"This company is reputed,
   Even as it is refuted"
   Still motives being imputed;
   To staff's quest for The Computed..."

Demanding The Computerized;
Not having staff characterized,
A chapel for The Lutherized,
Sick bay for sores not cauterized,
Release of machines customized,
Ears for complaints though glottalized;
The work load of staff minimised...

"Profit shall still be maximised."

Audio-Wise  And Odd symphony
Staff's voiced thoughts on 'strong company'.

Map Tests In Missouri

The computerized MAP test
Who could take it seriously?
Not even norm-referenced
A state test, only in Missouri
I watch a fourth grader complete his
Answering forty-two questions in seven minutes
Hooray for him I think

A Vogon Day of Work-

vErY if often those of the Vogan after often:
Very variously visions mouth earrings on the feet;
Of the crushing ones;

ViCtoRy is never loss, trials won;
Various cillimeters away craning moduals restrains;
Vogan pass word is VU
cin-computerized tenure;
Of the slushing drones, Vvzzzzzrd, vzzzzzzzzzz
zzz


7/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Hobo Hitches a Ride

I am hitchhiking rides to Britt, Iowa this week, and I’m not green.
Fully intend to be named the glorified, brand new 2021 Hobo Queen.
Wish people marked cars like they put hobo symbols on a fence post.
I do not wish to get in with an axe murderer, a most horrible host.

Used to jump in box cars but the rail yards are computerized now.
They have surveillance cameras that count the hairs on each brow.
Live by wits, my hypervigilant ideas keeping me alive, it never fails.
The quickest way to the hoosegow is to get close to one of those rails.

A prissy lady stopped and handed me meat sandwiches yesterday.
She thinks if she wants to get to Jesus land, she somehow has to pay.
Uh-oh. The cops are here to give me a ride to the county line.
Riding rom sheriff’s car to sheriff’s car I should get to Britt just fine.

A Programmer Man Called Phisher-Man Sam

A Programmer Man Called Phisher-man Sam

There once was a man who liked fishing.
He said, "See the lovely phishing!"
It was computerized,
Not good to dress or fry ,
He couldn't resist the revision.

6/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Snow Globe Refreshment

Presenting to the emergency room, patient "BB,"
a dad who swallowed a snow globe carelessly.

Out of ALC, voices crying, "YOLO,"
PO, he took a big gulp of fantasy snow.

NAGI, his stomach churned immediately.
He could hear little elves dancing with a BEG.

Brought to the ER unconscious with HBP,
HAGMA, and tachypnea, unfortunately.

A CT scan revealed a kidney infection.
MDs dispensed an antibiotic injection.

Dialysis was administered, but he was still KO.
His kidney's were decorated in crystals of "snow."

Ten WKs later he could walk again (to the bar),
but will likely need dialysis 4EVR.

You are what you eat, (BB made a recovery)
but don't be a snowflake, the moral of the story.

(Watch the attached video for the full story.)


ALC- alcohol
YOLO- you only live once
PO- by mouth
NAGI- not a good idea
BEG- big evil grin
ER- emergency room
HBP- high blood pressure
HAGMA- high anion gap metabolic acidosis 
CT- computerized tomography
MD- medical doctors
KO- knocked out
WK- week
4EVER- forever

3-21-2021
ACRONYMS IN COUPLETS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS

Illogical Drift

         F-R-A-U-D



Seventy-four million Americans had their votes cancelled, 
Tis far more than mere shame.

Honest, hard working, some retired, 'twas no accident...
Thefe is fraud and vile, valid blame!

They stood in line in winter for hours and then,
Dominion flushed them, as turds, down the drain.

Run over by a technology train with neither heart 
Nor a human brains.

The judges, so awesome in black gowns, let
America go down a filthy computerized toilet.

Only crime, looting, burning cities no police, 
they seem OK?
Crime, OK at their politically appointed feet.

If vote fraud goes on, the country disappears.
Run by madcap anarchists who will murder, 
ruin cities....... and cheer.


12/11/2020

Tomorrow's Future

Wandering, lost in the turmoil of today
 I stood and paused, contemplative -
a struggled entourage of thoughts 
 mesmerized envelopings of my dream world
where tomorrows, the future would change
 all for the betterment
 the wise progression of mankind and humanity.

Machines, computerized artificial intelligence
 that restructured the world 
into a brilliant light of intellectual discovery
 of how important life's realities are
the realization that all life matters
 and love and brotherhood exist for all
 and those goals are achievable with understanding.

Sadly, as I stepped forward
 looking back over time regretting errors made
I drew in the massive picture of destruction behind me
 each laying in the crosshairs of passing time
to be forgotten once more
 and all the lesson learned return
 to be realized over again in tomorrow's future.

My Many Trump Poems

https://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/
my_poems_searched.aspx?enteredSearch=Trump

There are ten pages of 50 poems to a page about 
Trump. See if that is a records of some sort or another.

Jim Horn

Cohan should have computerized all of his 
boxes of information like I have my many
poems that total almost four Gig of
memory. Wow.

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