Some people worry that artificial intelligence will make us feel inferior, but then, anybody in his right mind should have an inferiority complex every time he looks at a flower.
~Alan Kay
Obsession with artificial intelligence
Has left me with pink elephants,
As if recovering from the real world
Has somehow become ensnarled
More intensely in the quantum realm,
Of which (I have read) is rooted, unlike an elm,
In nebulous enjoyments~
It's a bit like chasing tangents.
sublimate
with love
your nights
with whispers
enjoyments
ecstasy
It never is too late to start
Pursuing what you dream.
Listen closely to your heart...
Allow your mind to stream.
Do not let status or age
Instill crisis within you.
Successfully turning the page?
Only if you decide to.
All of us when we are younger
Wish that we could be
A certain someone - this, we hunger
For innocently.
Many of us follow through,
Becoming with ambition.
Life goes on for others who
Do not reach such fruition.
Time, effort, determination...
All of which are needed
Concerning a qualification
Being earned - succeeded.
When it comes to a career
And all of its deployments,
Necessary to hold near...
Your passions and enjoyments.
Caught up in our daily lives...
Succumbing to routine.
Suppression of ambitious thrives
Which go unheard, unseen.
Commonly, what was desired
Is lost or forgotten.
Their fruits from a tree inspired...
Now, fallen and rotten.
At any given time, this tree
Can produce and provide
More fruits, of which you are free
To choose in your decide.
Will you come into your own...
Take up what makes you clever?
To say the least, this much is known...
Better late than never.
Honest Earning
=============
We earn everything
Reputation, wealth,
Experience, life style,
We struggle to achieve.
What really last forever
Is honestly earned things,
We enjoy all for a period
But honest ones remain.
What we earn incorrectly,
Will prick our conscious,
That feeling alone is enough
To correct ourselves.
We brought nothing
When we came into this world.
We take nothing when we
Go out of this world.
Earthly possession of ours
Is our own earnings
None will accompany us
In our last journey
We came into this world
With the help of others
Others will carry us to
Our final destination.
Why crave for temporary
Enjoyments, be honest
And acquire permanent
Satisfaction in your dealings.
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Where?
When did you get me fully?
I was just like before
Still, I am the same
In the sacrifice of love, I gave you
Myself, my whole being
But at the end of your thirsty lustful enjoyment
I got my whole being completely
Except one only
I, it's the library, filled to the brim
And you had savored only Kamashastra by yearning!
Sorry!
I could not take possession of you also
You are plentiful also
You are the one who is full of natural beauty
In every part of your sacrifice
was crowded the poetic stanzas
but only one was enough to satisfy my shameless desire
You, the treasure of poetry, the unreachable godlike roots
And I have enjoyed only stanzas of passionate limbs
However, after all these enjoyments
are we not complete?
29.10.2020 Chittagong
Surrendering fronds spread as
songbirds inspiration alights,
A wide-eyed newborn coos to
outer wonder in dressed whites.
Some children whispers in ears
while playing, swing set in motion,
as bundled toddlers climb aloft,
pushed in thorough devotion.
Carpets of cool colors change midst
breaths of frost wind of cold creams,
Blown visions drift, hugged smiles
of red faces in castaway dreams.
Snow angels and Frosty, sprinkles
warmth to their adoring fans,
As all grasp enjoyments structuring
their creative iced plans.
2019 September 10
LUSTFUL YOUTH
The world is filled with vanities
The lust of the eyes and flesh in entirety
Behold how the great and mighty has fallen
Because of beautiful maidens
The daughters of Jezebel have been equipped
To strip every man his pedigree
Our youth have fallen victims
Just for a night fling
Youths who ought to be roofs to nation’s building
Are now nothing, but fools in area meetings
Unlike wools made ultimately for knitting
The youth has lost their place in divine space
And they have also relocated from Heaven’s gate
Awaiting the choice of fate
Masters has been reduced to servants
Heirs have lost their place with their father
Why waste thy years
And tomorrow be in tears
In the name of wordily enjoyments
Why sell your tomorrow?
In order to live for today
When will you answer the call of the creator?
Turn, from your lustful desires
The word of God is all you truly require
For eternal life and peace in paradise
Assuring breathing for seeing tomorrow
Seriously tick tock and tit for tat the scatted hands borrow
Unfanctioned hairs are shaved daily
Getting the forgettable minds
Lime dunking the flight feathers
Yodle provides core enjoyments
Assassination involvements in the fields
Sometimes sin portray fresh partition
Segregated air taste the flavor
Impossible twist the nose end over
No one to believe the achiever.
The eagle soared pinnacle high
above Fingal-- wide-winged,
darting his beak between fabric
cotton-tops and a few glass drops,
a'fallen from the cobalt blossom
Below, from inside the grey
gravitas, echoes of mica and
glass laughter shattered the throes
of torch-heightened shadows--
like white smoke-stacks, puffing
from the lips of rose-gold champagne flutes
And later, as the swells grew grander,
crossing with belly-flopping slaps
into sea-foamed stones, the eagle
continued his pendulum like flight
back-and-fro, back-and-fro
gliding, like a ribbon of cigarette smoke
While the cavern, shiny and wrapped by blue,
kept separate our rival enjoyments,
like a violin removed from its bow--
but never asked either to avoid this place,
or our chance to pound the earth, and play
August 4, 2016
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she likes it when i give her an unexpected massage
especially the ones that focus behind the neck and the upper part of her spine
when i do it, i feel as if i eased some sort of stressful pain of life that has consumed her
her closed eyes is evidence of the escapism that i have blessed her with
unwinding for me is the medicine of winding down
unwinding for her is the medicine of being glad to be home
when we merge our respective enjoyments and use laughter as the nucleus,
the end result is relaxation times infinity
she likes it when i rub her belly
especially when she eats a bit too much and the fullness weighs it down
the slow, circular motions of my palms create a warm sensation and causes the bough to break
when the cradle falls, i feel as if i have doctored a truly loved one back to health and wellness
her snores of increasing volume is the evidence of the R.E.M. that i have blessed her with
Enjoyments are found
In big poets words
Great sense of human
With ease you learn
From them that one
Should not shrink his
Physical world in his small skull.
Godzilla likes to terrorize
And bring fear in peoples lives
When he took an anger fit
Tokyo destroyed bit by bit
Fiery eyes full of hate
Not one second he would wait
To start tearing down
A big city he has found
And used as a fun game
While hotness and red flame
Rage out of his mouth and nose
Temper rises as he shows
His ability to cause
A lot of suffering and loss
To whoever's in his path
His postalness is growing fast
So run as far as you can
This monsters getting out of hand
And wont stop anytime soon
His enjoyments spreading doom
As he goes on more rampage
Using Tokyo as a stage
To perform a play that will
Go on cause he likes the thrill
NEW YEAR
Dr. James E. Martin
©December, 2012
Now we come to a rapid end
Time to watch the old one disappear.
Everyone looks anxiously ahead.
Is there in a few any fear?
Where did the current year so speedily flee?
It seems to have just begun.
Youth seems to vanish
As we continue to age.
Evenings are so distant
As we the future gauge.
Are we to continue as we have in the past?
Will current enjoyments abide?
Remember that only one year before
We all did herein reside.
They say the world is getting warmer,
but were just stewing in our hate.
Seems pleasure cant come quick enough,
enjoyments always late.
No one seems to sit for long,
to restless just to wait.
The differences between all men,
are really not that great.
We better learn to love,
and now,
before it is to late.
As busy as we seem to be,
seems love just has to wait.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
They call my name…But no words I shall speak.
They see my pain….But no healing they shall bare.
They cry in agony to me….But no help I shall bring.
Don’t love me my darlings…I’ve done nothing right.
Don’t appreciate this life of mine….For it is nothing but mistakes.
Forget about me, stay in touch with your own memories. For I have no longer been able to find happiness.
Be careful with love…For it is nothing but pure misery, after all your eyes are opened.
Listen to your heart…But don’t take the advice when it’s screamed at you.
Make your enjoyments in life…your first priority and leave all this sorrow behind….
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