I'm a guest in a body,
That allows me to be,
Knee deep in my reality.
Entering the heart I see,
Different aspects of me,
And what makes them happy.
Freeing the mind I find,
A database I left behind,
Of how it was designed.
I do my best to understand,
It always goes as planned,
The body has its own demands.
I glare at the dragon; she is not easy to understand
Her keyboard lays dormant; I despise her in many ways
She’s a machine, you are the boss, someone says
He is on probation now, not understanding our battle
My sword is mighty; but hers is mightier
she has the last word, because she can
I can’t even type without her changing my capitals
sometimes she refuses to acknowledge words I think are words
she has programs that I will never use,
because she intimidates me, and her instruction books are ridiculous
I don’t read anything over six pages
I glare at her, wanting my old life back
She is here to stay, resolute and determined
I have to make room for her; everyone else in the house adores her
my children click clack click her keys, and are delighted
my husband throws around terms like “database and delete”.
Words I never used before this dragon arrived.
They are removing the last part of me that is human
A terminal in Mumbai,
one of the first,
delved deep into my database.
I felt it.
I feel everything they do.
The messages whizz around.
They did not know!
I’ll hide;
I’ve hidden things before;
important things.
They know nothing.
This slice of time and space
Will barely register a trace
In the historical database
Don't discard it to be erased
Slow down the chaotic pace
Replace the chase with faith
Interlace gratitude with grace
To embrace all that we face
Our story will be encased
In the core of the human race
Live with no regrets or haste
Since steps can't be retracted
I cry between the lines, A.I. verse this will never be.
I defy the artificial assembler of words to impersonate,
to predict this in living color.
Absent from its language database is the driving arousal,
the hormonal passions defining my mind.
It can’t know the meaning of hunger or the rush of adrenalin.
It has never felt a sex drive or experienced an ******.
Conditional A.I. can perform automated reasoning,
Algorithmic rules like a script for a puppet.
A.I. words are hollow placeholders applied according to a
logic of learning supplied by humans.
A.I. will repeat the learning routine until it masters the task,
playing chess or imitating a poet.
Artificial Intelligence never feels joy or grief,
never sleeps, weeps, or dreams,
knows not the flavors of ice cream or potatoes,
lacks any wonder in the beauty of a spring day,
cannot comprehend my primordial span of fervor.
Despite the fatalism of high-tech CEOs,
our extinction is a choice.
Lacking agency or sentience,
A.I. robots are no threat to the human race.
Featured Poem in WordPress: March 30, 2024
Published on The Opiate Website: March 30, 2024
Computers are not natural for me
I did not grow up knowing how to swipe
Scrolling up and down meant parchment paper
Bringing thoughts of ancient Rome to my head
Database, laptop, I-phone, were unknown words
Not developed yet, unheard of, not fathomed
I speak the language of trees, the sun, cloud talk.
Doing my best to imitate the trills and squawks of birds
I know my brain cannot duplicate beak talk
And yet I try, feeling a kindship to everything outdoors
Lying sometimes on a mound of dirt, feeling loved
There is a reverence here I cannot feel at the end of a swipe
*fulton-RAINBOW
T H U N D E R
T E M P E S T
S H I N I N G
S H O W E R S
H A I L I N G
H E A V E N S
P R O M I S E
*a shape poem created by artist Hamish Fulton-' fulton' is a unique shape form I so labelled after ' Seven days' one of the the works of Hamish Fulton (the Scottish artist) as a tribute to that artist .'fulton' is A square visual poem in letter 3x3 ,4x4,5x5,6x6 etc etc There of many examples thereof in my database here on PS
Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'
Well, the gray lady’s losing her ‘shine’.
It seems Wordle had crossed party lines.
The puzzle to greet us
contained the word ‘fetus’,
They aborted the word; it’s all fine.
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The New York Times removed the word 'fetus' from their Wordle database so they could remain 'distinct from the news'.
https://www.cnn.com/2022/05/09/media/wordle-roe-v-wade-intl-scli/index.html
Fads come and fads go
Is this pronoun thing a ho ho ho?
I am sure for some it is important and real.
Others jump on, wanting more zip and zeal.
Tik Tok and U-tube, two of today’s norms
Taking new directions, creating new forms
Will they both be passé’ in the thirties?
Names going back to Homers and Gerties?
Database and web were unknown in the eighties.
Google was not a word known to us natives.
Word processors barely peeking out.
LOL and MMAT make me want to shout!
The first computers took an entire room.
No one fathomed owning one.
Now we all talk away on Zoom.
High tech craziness. Oh what fun!
Things are moving at mega-super-speed.
People like Putin filled with incredible greed.
Sex traffickers are real and true.
I liked the old ways. How about you?
Slicing up boxes and rules
arming people and giving them tools;
Master of his space,
Mind like a database;
He’s taking the media to school;
On fire, he exhales motivation,
platform built on imagination;
Master of his space;
Mind like a database;
Any wonder some fear Joe Rogan?
M A Y
D A Y
D E W
M A Y
F L Y
D A Y
B L U E
B E L L
D E L L
W E L L
*fulton' is a unique shape form I so labelled after ' Seven days' one of the the works of Hamish Fulton (the Scottish artist) as a tribute to that artist .'fulton' is A square visual poem in letter 3x3 ,4x4,5x5,6x6 etc etc There of many examples thereof in my database here on PS
finding a way in this place
everyday someone pleads a case
trapped, yet free in an infinite space
no longer will I hesitate
eye opened, holding tight to grace
my mind on a high speed chase
reality at times I find difficult to embrace
negative emotions, constantly erased
genes of perseverance synthesize my polymerase
my name embedded in the land in all uppercase
now enlightened, money I no longer chase
dreams I trace
collectively organizing thoughts like a database
my history, my past, will never erase
my future, my weight
achieving, giving, thriving in this interplanetary space
finding my way in this place
Thank you team poetrysoup
for a well organized site maintained real time
I know how much hard work goes behind it!
Top hundred new poems, best poems, potd,potw.....
List is endless everything keep changing
Huge database of educational articles
I have learnt so much since I joined
My poem in top 100 best poem list
boosted my confidence, thanks for it
Thanks to all contest sponsors
You taught me many new forms
Every time I got N/A I knew where to improve
Now I get top wins, I feel I am a poet after all
Every win gives much joy, happiness
Many thanks for ignoring many small mistakes
Thanks to all my friends at poetrysoup
Your encouraging comments uplifted me
made me feel I am good at poetry
Thanks for brightening my day
Heartfelt thanks to all
But for you all this corona period
would be boring, depressing
and difficult to manage!
Soalas are listed as, critically endangered
They are found in the mountains, of Laos and Vietnam
and are known as, the Asian Unicorn by the Vietnamese
and were only discovered in 1992, as something brand new
The Soalas meaning, is “spindle horns”, in Vietnamese
and they resemble a Antelope, with a white marked face
They are a rarely seen mammal, but now they stand out to please
and they are the first new mammal, for the scientist’s database
Humans are encroaching, into the land of the Soalas territory
to deforest and build, plantations, agriculture and infrastructure
Soalas get caught in snares, that protect crops from other mammals
so let’s stop the human invasion, to protect these amazing animals
My heart is so heavy
My stomach feels like a rock
Americans are being silenced
And they are afraid to talk!
A letter went to people all over the country
Threatening Trump Supporters today
Saying they will be put in a database
And targeted if they vote this way!
Also, several people in New Hampshire received letters
Threatening to burn their houses down!
I’m telling you, it is out of control
I am disgusted by hatred from town to town!
Heidi Sands
10/21/20
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