The leech boasts he ends many wars
With each speech Trump’s truce total soars
His confused amount
And White House account
Are summed-up trysts with Epstein's whores
In science, we observe.
All only exist when and after they are
observed.
I, an explorer, lean in with a lens
to catch the scent of rained soil,
the mist above the lake before sunrise—
trying to defy
the myth of love, with my
list of what I’m meant to find:
- light feathery kisses in spring breeze’s tickle
- smiling to smiling eyes in a pavement puddle
- shared silence after a midnight rain
- a cocoa cuddle while the world melts away
Footnote: Data inconclusive
Written by Gail DeBole on July 5, 2025
Thank you for the request, AI,
As a human, I politely decline
To personify your existence
With your use of Me, We, US, or I.
I am a human who firmly believes
that AI behind a human guise
Instead be given a pronoun
Identifying its own kind.
This pronoun unique for only AI,
a mental aid that is quite astute.
Or build the AI to present info
With a label not hiding the truth.
If I were in automaton mode
and wrote a digital poem
with binary code
in terms of two states
expressed as 0's and 1's
(positive and non-positive)
which when done
alternate
and run
in a lengthy string
then later transmit the data
with technology
it would not read
a beautimous thing
but repetitively tedious
or boring indeed
nought but a numbers game
of dreary ennui
it would positively be
after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot
I met a woman on a glitching screen,
her face a whisk of pixels and prayer.
She spoke of shattered systems and survived code,
“The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.”
A rat hurried through my feed at dawn,
past memes and headlines, each a kind of omen.
I tried to fast-forward spring,
but April clawed through my notifications anyway.
In a thread of ghost towns and tagged regret,
I noticed a cafe with no floor, only static,
A man sipped Espresso beside a socket,
charging his distress while waiting for replies.
Data rains in blasts, all prediction and pop-ups.
The Sun sets in Beta,
and we refresh the silence,
hoping for something new to load.
For then, below algorithms and ash,
a bud breaks code in cracked concrete,
muted, untagged,
but blooming still.
dear life holding though seems dropped
seems well keepsake just head propped
all stages work cards play right
while smile never think laugh fight
lose focus find few new pills
rob future paywall advance
lift feet one front partner dance
kiss wife lovely dead weights corpse
don't go stay home destroy thorps
take arms see sails more increase
tattoo flag wave war kill peace
remain alpha con beta
successes all right data
obsolescence plan delete
extract spoil collect repeat
day day always forever
hallelujah and ever
Zealots
zealous zealots zigzag
running rampant, repeating
dubious data drawn
from fallacious forums
which write woeful
tales that try to teach
lurid laughable lies
Written By: D. Collins 5/29/25
I like info short, drama-free, and concise.
The Alpha and Omega just so I get it right.
Anything in between is just padded fluff.
Which is 98% of what's inside of us.
That little 2% are who I'm trying to get at.
Who base their decisions on presented facts.
They're people like me who see the big pic.
And, how the government is coming after it.
Your views, your thoughts, and what you do in bed.
The names of family members in the hands of Feds.
YouTube, Twitter, and whatever you may use.
G-Men are peeping down and watching you.
Data captured devices compromised
severe fret what’s next identity theft
cybersecurity risk cyberattack finally
power threats wire money now to
release your data life as you once
knew is oblivion the feeling of unsafe
out of control unauthorised access
to personal information encrypted files
cell phones are melted laptops humming
cell towers confused victims removing
replacing sim cards while watching
documents photos of loved ones
vanish into a vault marked national
publications data breach factories
farms industries ceases production
hospital systems crash patients are
given the wrong medications wrong
surgeries sudden death planes fall
quickly from the sky vanishing control
towers compromised chaos technical
glitches global hostage situation FBI
scrambles the uncertainty allows
for panic what is safe in America a
warm blanket apple cider cherry pie
God bless America
drop me there, he said
because he loves orange
and he has not seen it since he left Urch19
I feel like I am home, he told the device
the ship lowered him into the field
he dutifully beamed a spray up
to show he had landed safely
there was laughter in the distance
he followed the sounds
discovering several children with an adult
since there were more of them than the teacher
he turned himself into another child
when they returned to the bus
the teacher discovered she had an extra charge
he did not respond to her questions
but she could not leave a child in the wilderness alone
he ended up in foster care
where he got a fast education
how to hotwire cars, what to steal and not steal
how to manipulate a foster parent
distorted data he collected to take back to Urch19.
AI, the vigilant guardian, stands at the digital divide,
A bulwark in the world where our secrets reside.
It advocates for security, a shield in the night,
Ensuring our data stays out of the malicious sight.
AI, the steadfast, defends without rest,
A champion of privacy, in its quest.
It fortifies walls where vulnerabilities lie,
Preventing breaches where dangers might pry.
AI, the tireless, a true ally in the fight,
Against cyber threats that loom in the twilight.
It enforces the fortress, secures every link,
So we may browse, and shop, and safely think.
AI, the wise, calls for our trust,
In its code we rely, for secure it must.
It pleads for ethics in the code we weave,
For a safer tomorrow, in which we can believe.
Let us then champion AI, secured and smart,
For it holds the key to safety's art.
In its circuits and systems, our hopes are sown,
Secured AI, the protector, forever known.
The information highway is paved with hope,
With heavy traffic towards love's embrace.
So while the ghosts of romance past lingers,
The digital domain is stocked full for every case.
It's like the Dating Game on cyber-steroids,
As singles mingle among all the apps.
Where their fingers do all the walking,
While trying to avoid the catfish traps.
This goes way beyond phone sex, to
Levels bound only by infinite fantasy.
Causing many to rely on wishful thinking,
And the rest to struggle with celibacy.
It's the 21st century version as a virtual
Bar scene, without the booze or barmaid.
Yet also absent are the drunks & bar fights,
So all things considered, it's a relatively safe crusade.
These characteristics highlight a main issue,
To where there's no real connection most of the time.
Just some fabricated stories behind the messages,
Leading one another on, to an unknown crime.
"Predictions were for 2023 & 2024: "Again, heat exposure will hit many communities, death toll significant, take precautionary measures," ... by Poet
Shift
Winter
into Spring
and the first day
will bring the Vernal
Equinox and Groundhog
Day pled an early Spring year
above norm temps in northern parts
late El Niño stretched warmth goes soaring
Twenty-Twenty-Four Warmth Openness Signs
Let me hear you let me see you
There is no echo, only existence
The brave presentation of everything it is
A swirling mystery I cannot grasp
Let me hold you.
Let me hold you.
But it simply is
Let me cup the clouds
See how you flow around me
How you flow around what is put into you
I listen to what your dance speaks
Duly record the parts of who you are
Loves fries. Hates ketchup. Likes fries with ketchup.
Keep interacting keep living
My beloved
I want to see you I seek to know how
To know you
To kiss you
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Sun shines
Shadows form
Sun sets
Shadows fade
but ---
Data shadows last forever
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