Competition is supposed
Lowering the price
We didn't hire them
For these the contracts
And they their win conceptualize
Intelligence aware
Which machine learning
And what is desired outcome
Production of products
Trades and agreements
Internal economy SRAM
This interesting lemma
And this is dilemma
And this real meaning of law
You cannot develop
The system of commons
Because those are for you foe
Find level
Attribution
You cannot exist in no context
To you I am talking?
Have life of your own
Is this the system of yours?
Who gave them the job this
In systems of meaning
For what is now yours the remorse
Yes that in order
Computing of purpose
Wrongly they want innovate
Defense cannot legal
Occur own computing
Where equality false
The most idiotic
Period in history
Machine does exist for machine
There is no authorty
Because it's incompetent
For what do they want any peace
What if AIs of theirs
Really aren't valid
Cannot the true purpose serve
What if in a system
Of many publications
There is neither the point
Nor the force
Smog, dust, and nails.
In a world where triangles don’t exist…
Infinity gets scrapped away like the grime it is.
I rushed to escape like a photo of myself.
Triangles.
Imagine triangles didn’t exist and everyone told you so, so, so…
But I can conceptualize crazy stuff like that.
Just take a dust pan and sweep up the “you” left overs.
This place has no one who can conceptualize shapes like I can.
So buzz through side quests.
I could totally draw that triangle, or anything, or my smile.
But there’s fewer things that exist like I do.
I'll write only of my biggest fault,
over it, I daily agonize.
My heart and soul are under assault
I need to conceptualize.
I can't seem to conquer my dislike
of ignorance, I can plainly see,
As I introspect, there's disquiet
blaming is not where I want to be.
Realizing many cannot afford
a college degree, even a class,
And many with a degree ignored
truth, giving conspiracy a pass.
So, each of us could open a book...
on one hand, I love the concept
of thriving, thinking, but sure to look
where we're going before we have leapt.
Disliking a mind willing to be
told what to think, to believe, to speak
I'm discarding all their qualities
closing my mind, refusing to seek.
A closed mind, a form of ignorance
so I've come full circle with my despair.
I've fallen prey to my dissonance.
A conundrum that needed some air.
April 30, 2023
for “Character Traits” poetry contest
by Angela Tune
His wisdom did his happiness destroy,
Aiming to know that world he should enjoy;
And wit was his vain, frivolous pretense
Of pleasing others, at his own expense
- John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
I’ve often wondered would I have been happier
had I been born more simple minded
If my brain was unable to conceptualize
considerations that go deeper than
what is necessary knowledge to survive
If I was blind to all the bullsh*t
If being tethered to this tiny dead end town
bereft of options or opportunity
were enough to placate me
If I wasn’t aware of a
whole wondrous world out there
though I’ve experienced so little of it
never having seen a sea or left the country
despite the Rand McNally map
hanging on my bedroom wall as a kid
decorated with different colored tacks
denoting all the far away places
upon whose soil I was sure I’d someday set my feet
If I wasn’t confident I could have achieved so much more
if fate had seen fit to give me a chance
the smallest crack in the door
If I didn’t suffer from this fire inside burning me alive
driving me to strive for what I will never have
God blessed me with no obstacles as my follicles were fertilized just right.
Giving birth to two beautiful sons, as I rejoiced when they kept me up at night.
Their first words, first laughs, first roll-over, first climb will always be on my mind. The kind of boys that roar, swim, jump, swing, write and conceptualize.
A nuclear engineer on a great voyage, exploring the depths of the sea.
While we sit and await for him to return, and his little brother working his first summer job surviving the Texas heat with ice cream in hand.
As he takes his first date to the ocean sands.
They see no obstacles, they aspire to be great, and that is their leap of fate.
God blessed me.
The Green Fairy
If I were a flapper girl sipping on a dirty martini with a jade cigarette holder, would you still love me?
Singing a bluesy, swing song, while the gents in the room had a great ball.
If I were a nurse during WWII, would you run to my bosom and keep our secrets locked up like a key full of sight?
If I were a doctor would you allow me to take your blood pressure, while your heart races in delight?
Listening to Harry Connick Jr with a sip of Absinthe, retuning our melody, and our poetic flare.
Enjoying a Van Gogh painting as we danced in the air?
If I were your woman would you create a scavenger hunt full of little trinkets for me to retrieve?
Would you sing a tune, and lend a red rose, and then get on your knee to bow down and propose?
With all the great poets, we conceptualize a rhyming verse to idolize.
If I were your woman, I’d write a soft word, but just loud enough for the great ones to hear.
As you sip on your vermouth, and the other a beer.
If I were your vampire would you meet me at dusk; with a bag full of ancient coins as you heat up my loins?
Where do remotes go, is what I,
in aggravation ask?
Mine must have feet and to find
them is a most frustrating task.
Hiding under a magazine or my cat
lying on it, hatching one like an egg?
I have tried many methods, but I swear,
mine all have their own tiny legs.
Do they get together at night and have
meetings to strategize?
I think they really do, those teeny monsters,
is what I do conceptualize!
September 19, 2020
7pm PST
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Imagine complete annihilation, of all that you hold dear.
Think of a young child's life, full of nothing but fear.
Could you even envision a playground, with no children playing?
How about a room of folded hands, but no one is praying?
Conceptualize the anguish, if there was no more morning sun.
Only feeling detached, never having any fun.
Consider living life, if the beauty was suddenly all gone.
Never assimilating and rest, from dusk until dawn.
Could you imagine all hope, forever being lost?
How about never again feeling love, only the bitter cost.
All of this and much more, could very easily come true.
You've now seen a glimpse, of my world without you.
The reflection of myself in a mirror
Is only the opposite of what people see.
A photograph, on the other hand, is right-side forward.
But a mirror and a photograph only show a flat picture,
And all I know about the way I look is what I can imagine.
Even a sculpture could not show me the image of myself.
All the art and all the music and all the poetry that ever was
Do not depict my appearance to me.
All the words you tell me never do enlighten me.
I am not a dove.
I am not a frog.
I am not a crow.
I am not an inchworm.
I am a human being.
But how do I look?
All the words you tell me never do make me see,
But I am satisfied when you are in the mirror next to me.
Can you see
Oh’ Can you see
What are you looking at
What do you see
Can you see
Oh’ Can you see
What are you thinking
What do you see
Can you see
Oh’ Can you see
What’s happening right now
What do you see
Can you see
Can you see
What do you see
Look with your eyes
Look with your mind
What do you see
You are the eyes
You the mind
Oh’ Now do you see
No longer will I
Exhaust any allotment
On contingencies that have
No potential
No....I don’t believe
That my sound transmission
Is at all cynical
The association of love
Must be of great significance
And his fondness will be
Unquestionably magnificent
Unyielding, durable, and capable
Foundation of a worthy future
In a daydream, I conceptualize
That you will be truthful
And your perception of me
Will be tangible for the
Entire world to see
That you are totally and completely
Head over hills.....
In love with me....
In my dark and twisted fantasy
Walk this path and sing with me
Through uncanny valleys
Dodging the volleys of Valkyries
Each word creates a universe
Tied to a black heart curse
You think you're frightened
And I can see your senses heightened
But this is my world
At your fingertips unfurled
This flat dimension I conceptualize
Maybe it can make you realize
That everything I perceive
Is what I could never conceive
Watch flowers blossom in the sky
A radiance so high
I can feel it in my soul
But for this brief happiness is a toll
And for every one smile I'll pay the price
Though you'd never think twice
And though my right eye is slanted
I can see straight to have the truth implanted
This dark and twisting road
Is filled with crude code
And to show you I risked it all
Knowing I've got to fall
Because I'm a broken man
Who never had a plan
I just wanted to know I was worth your time
Which might be my greatest crime
Because I've struggled with insanity
At the height of your vanity
Everything is crumbling
And I can hear the ground rumbling
All I wanted was for you to sing with me
My dark and twisted fantasy
To know such distant memories are here with me now.
To conceptualize knowing and experiencing the roots binding me to this earth.
Painful and joyous.
Opulent phantoms.
Tongues I’ll never speak.
Stories I’ll never hear.
But these feelings transport me to an arms reach from provenance.
I’ve forgotten the details but I remember the love.
Roaming the earth.
A vagabond from above.
My Blue Cheese Is...
A favored dish on most menus
and often more expensive too;
this treat for some still continues
to be for me a huge taboo.
Selective eater, I am not...
I like all veggies and most meats
presented as both cold and hot...
but NO to creepy-crawler treats!
No, thanks...to 'beetles' of the sea...
crustaceans with long antennae!
No Lobster tails and claws for me...
to eating bugs I won't comply!
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: A Stunner 2018
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 03/18/2018
NOTE:
"The thick slabs of meat you get off a good-sized lobster are a little hard to conceptualize as insect meat, I’ll grant you, but according to the most modern data it really is accurate to think of lobsters as ocean-bound beetles..." Ref: https://www.geek.com/news/lobsters-really-are-cockroaches-of-the-sea-1614260/
Time will change the seasons,
the endless earth and sea.
Time will conceptualize life,
on it's odyssey.
Deep in the Universal truths,
where we abound,
deep where we seek ourselves,
most intimately found,
accepting the cycle of life,
the day to the dust,
and all things of soul,
forever continuous.
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