Detectors Poems | Examples

AI Detectors or Art Detestors?

Despite your intelligence mimicry,
You still come far short in your gimmickry,
Throwing down the drains fine masterpieces,
Flushed away as a fresh bout of faeces.

Nights without sleep to pen wonders on sheet,
Yet a lame detector brands one a cheat,
An app claiming to be a true genius ~
Is far from being labeled ingenious.

How long will your pretence rule human minds,
Before you're swept off by the southern winds,
That your charade may stop to fool the world,
And your foolishness may at last unfurl.

Strange how your fanbase keeps on increasing,
Even the most smart, you're daily fleecing,
These cursed detectors come in many brands,
Some free – yet some charge dollars and rands.

I'm amazed you didn't claim this was by you,
This bitter pill, your pride has had to chew,
But that won't stop me from calling you out,
To nip in the bud your infamous clout.

Tele health hackers

1-934 on license plates 
Ciro Gargano 
obsession to my life 
actually hacking into 
tele health calls hidden 
cameras in ceiling fans 
ac vents smoke detectors 
sadly arson murder of 9 
people Ciro Gargano 
12-3-1934 unauthorised 
access to classified data 
documents being 
exploited over unseen 
mafia wire taps exploiting 
disabled Americans 
victimization discrimination 
terrorist threats back 
off scum blackmail 
returned to sender
America be vigilant 
when using tele health 
at home signal fail camera 
freeze you’re hack your 
conversation is being
played over mafia 
criminal groups 
hacking into disabled 
persons disabled families 
information cyberattack 
retrieving data exploited 
disabled veterans military 
service members and 
their families thanks for the 
veterans administration 
for alerting my family
this has caused emotional 
stress anyone in crisis 
please reach out awareness 
saves lives god bless America

Chats in the Car

Chats in the Car
We never drive far
May be over the mountains
As the wheels meet the tar

And the bugs find their end
Round each terminal bend
Yet no fly in the ointment with
Conversational friend

We steer around obstacles
We navigate bumps
The pot-hole conundrums,
Of love, never stumps 

We won't get a ticket 
For our speeding or risks
No concerns with this friendship
From detectors or frisks 

I could drive through the night
With you here by my side
It's a wonderful journey
Such a comforting ride

Don't know if we'll arrive
Or the point of it all
But I just count you as blessing
Whether top speed or crawl

For the moments, so fleeting
Are too precious to waste
If we have to conclude this
Let's not get there in haste

A Time For Love

 Forget not 
to plant your love in my heart 
like the words that align when you speak.
Convince me of the softest touch, 
embrace my troubles of past relationships.
Revive my thoughts of you,
for heartaches rent free within me.
Detail me truths for truths,
broken hearts freelance as lie detectors.
Assure me in trust,
I'll swim to your love that runs deep.
Tell me,
where does your mind go 
when conversations flow?
Do you pillow talk with the soul?
Do walks in the beach entice you?
Allow me to teach you, a thing or two.
Care to lecture me on faults, 
not neglecting your own.
Bear in mind, I'm still human,
in this life, I'm here to learn.
22 June 2022

Path To Achievement

None will eagerly snatch you if you properly grasp detectors evading.
You can't gather unless you utterly master discarding.
You won't succeed until you scarcely learn the shunning.
If, on either hand, you merely find every shrill outcry irritating.
If you naturally shrink every sore spot, you will reluctantly yield everything.
You were obliterated through fierce winds shivering.
When will you leave, my chosen mate? Properly honoring.

Gun Shy

If guns don’t kill people 
Why are so many people dead
Another moms child 
shot in the head
Blackboards white chalk
splattered in Red
A teacher killed
For something she said
Victim after victim
Demons need to be fed
On violence they’ve been bred

We shouldn’t need
Metal detectors at School
A place of innocence has become cruel
What happened to the Golden Rule
Have we all taken on 
the role of a fool
A gun isn’t just a harmless tool
It’s a weapon of mass destruction 
and the most potent hate fuel.

I am scared by the NRA narrative 
The power and control amendment imperative
Off to Washington lobbyist slobs
More and more gun factory jobs
Guns don’t lead to the collaborative 
Weapons should not be the normative.
We have got in the habit of not looking up above
No gun has ever led to acts of love.

So until politicians become brave
Our society is a slave
Problems grow over time
We shouldn’t be so naive 
Profiteers shouldn’t determine what we believe 
In the end there are to many lives to grieve.

Emotional Traffic Jams- -

Voice off the grid
Stuffy nose sore throat voice not submissive 
motion detectors going off
 submissive traffic jams
 no one's listening
 collusion so much
 confusion
 non bias 
everyone's in the riot
 no understanding
 beautiful set of five
 silicified
 bonafide
 no one else here to ride
I am caught in an emotional traffic jam

10/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr

Hypocrisy Democracy and the Seven Day Weekend

We have fences around homes...
locks on doors
bars across windows
video cameras-
motion detectors
and panic rooms.
To protect the only sanctuary that we have.
Even heaven has a vetting gate to keep evil at bay.
but they call trump a heartless, racist...
for protecting the only sanctuary that we have...

We kill a half a million babies a year.
Then riot over the inhuman treatment of a chicken
that we are about to devour.

Tens of thousands of homeless, hungry Americans w/o healthcare.
My illegal alien neighbor gets everything for free.
Sports around in a Cadillac escalade (though used) 
and has a seven-day weekend.

What Do Good Men Do

Should we call him a man 
A demon or a pervert.?
Should we pull out our detectors
For predator alert.
A MAN without sagacity
impaired from his salacity
Creating insanity, a threat to 
earth and humanity 
Has the audacity, 
To pile up children to capacity.
Creating more insanity, 
a threat to earth and humanity 
Has the audacity to be smiling, 
while piling up children.
Baby’s Snatched 
From mommy’s arms
crying for their daddy’s.
Children stuffed in crates
All due to hate. 
Now in jails filled to 
Overcapacity. 
What do good people do? 
Do we only Watch? 
And do nothing
As Salacious
Contaminates thrones
While sitting in
The seat of dignity. 
Threatens integrity. 
Can we at least Chant;
” God save our Morality”!
Can we at least Chant; 
“God save our children”!

The Flammable House

We built a flammable house.
Put smoke detectors in.
Then called the fire department
to save what we had in.

Then cashed in our insurance
to buy another house.
And filled it up again
with things we'll have to dowse.

Against the Reign and Bullet Showers

What?
against the reign of bullets?
paltry words...insignificant phrases...scant creative thought

still to try
to wring the meaning out of the blood stained cloth
to pick up each brass shell and casing
to listen and ask each one why

why the reign?
with intent to ponder...defend and defuse 
against fall water of twisted metal anger

THE VOICE...this hard triumphant violence has given the unaccepted 
A NEW CODE of Monstrous honor?

How to disarm the broken soul...the distortion of voice!

ballast the fluctuating scattered soul
build a defense against the insecurity 
their being so different 
...so angry

ANGER 
against innocent Traitors ALL! 
the beautiful...the gifted...the brilliant ...the successful 
now the damned

Shiny Targets
on a shooting range wall

Empathy seems shallow water
fury fuels nothing
concentration breeds frustration
Lobby's laws ban ...banning 

Shall we jail the gifted in prisons of metal 
detectors and guards
encourage our glorious children to hide their gifts

Where are the answers 
all
that can possibly stop the fall?

Kitchens Are On Fire

There’s a lot of smoke
blowing out the backdoors
So many kitchens on fire ...
trapped aprons trying to get out
Smoke detectors are broke,
cries for help too long ignored
So many choking on forced desire ... 
sexual peccadillos baked into every chore
But nothing is minor anymore
Major societal shift ... rumblings shaking 
the good ol’ doughboys to the core
Smoky backroom kitchens on fire ...
those masculine hands feeling on the wrong hose
Executive boardroom kitchens on fire ... 
those emperor hands changing into the wrong clothes
There’s a lot of smoke
billowing out the kitchen window
Silent screams for help too long ignored
So many kitchens are on fire ... 
burnt reputations in the oven,
with the flames getting higher — 
Reaching into the highest power places,
blackening the rich ash-covered faces
Congress basement kitchens on fire ... 
those sworn hands 
in the wrong bosom apron dropped on the floor
Presidential penthouse kitchens on fire ... 
those privileged wet hands 
groping lustily for the wrong padded backdoor
The kitchens are on fire,
here in America
What will it take to put the fires out,
to snuff the smoldering hysteria?

Awakening

Lets journey to the mind 
cosmic field of ones kind,
The manifestation of ideas 
Reality in which one sees 
The false identity of ones being,
The illusion of self
Which one dwells
The why, who, what am i?
The ego created by the mind,
Sensors and detectors
The vibrations felt
To high volumes of frequencies
Electrons flowing in ones body,
To the unknown which one is stranded alone,
The light, projection of ones self
Awakening as everything is felt,
Silent Winds and blue skies
Mountain peaks and river streams,
Which all is connected and transcends in the body,
Elements of nature,
The power granted to manipulate ones chakra
The energy field, 
seven points that need to be activated to reach ones full potential, 
The intellectual development
As the crown shines
The cosmic awareness, now one is connected to the divine self

Weather Forecasts

Sleet
Snow
Tender grows the seasons 
No rhyme 
No reason
No feeling 
Impressed or smoked
Note's taken
Subtle pan fried bacon
Sizzling feet
On nights out
In winter coat's 
And pastel colors 
On Autumnal leaves
Crisp beckoning sound
The jungle wake's 
Proudly back to book
Take 1 last look
Into the glare of fading light
The shivers bite
All is right
All is wrong
The night grows long
On blood bandage 
Arrested development 
Weather forecasts
Science 
Alliance 
Compliance 
Over reliant 
On windmill 
And computer detectors 
Of what we cannot fathom

Data

Sometimes I feel like Data
     an android
     an autist
     binary and metal
     mind over matter
Forever searching humanity
Never being able to pass through metal detectors
                    Having deep emotions
                         misunderstood
                         impossible to express 
                                         Questioning and inquisitive
                                              sad without crying
                                              happy without laughing
I feel like Data
with my green eyes
always

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May 11, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

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