Love feed back into me
transformation of the cosmic universe
Fixed traveler of distant worlds am
This year has had a lot of ups and downs,
Which in some cases I’ve had to stand my grounds,
I’ve unfortunately also had a lot of break downs,
And also had plenty of break outs,
I honestly don’t know how I’ve pulled through,
Must be everyone giving me a good old talking to,
It must be long overdue,
So I would like to say a massive Thankyou ,
I’ve been through hell and back,
But finally I’ve pulled through and back on track,
I appreciate everyone giving me positive feed back,
But I no in the back of my mind I’ll always have a flash back,
I’m growing stronger everyday,
And I’m meeting life halfway,
I’m going to Fight this battle all the way,
I no one day I’ll be able to say I’m doing ok.
a song of myself
Pete Townshend feed back squealing
caught in a mosh pit
We are
fused,
fused to
reality.
The reality
we know.
Not
apart from
but integral
to.
Our vibrations
spread out
imprinting this
realm.
Absorbed,
our energy
is reflected
back,
we are
enveloped
in what
we are.
Feed back
loop,
energy
feed back
loop.
“For whatsoever
a man
soweth
that shall
he also
reap.”
a long cotton thread
rolling a strong stick
to make it fall in to its bad designed trap
if the stick looses its body with silence
surely comes out from there
now the thread falls into own twisted rolling
can not make itself free from own feed back
bad design falls in to own trap never lasts long
is it not true?
a muddy way has to be crossed
wait until it becomes dry
it's raining too much
take shelter somewhere suitable
it's to dark night if now facing why?
certainly patience's lost while it was needed
is it not that suffering feed back for the same
if a banana is blew to ripen before its due time
everything becomes useless
so patience is must to have a suit fruit
I've tried summer time;
With a winter mix
Didn't seem to help none
And it made me very sick
didn't seem to help me none
Had my socks and shoes off walked three miles through the pouring rain and
got all caught up in the mire and mud bout went insane
but whatever the negative feed back I got back on God's track and I had gain
Though misery through storms I was a visionary I got it wrong
But I am not to blame held my head up tho I was yet ashamed
Lived in misery but born in the plains of Nebraska
Skies blue meadowlark goldenrod Lord I choose you
Lord creator of heaven and all earth
Lands and seas and divine Lord
I
Choose you
10/29/10
CECILIA
Writing poems in the deep of the night
And hoping I might
Get response to them
I got up to go on line
Before I got back to bed
Found you’d sent me a sign
Oh! Cecilia.
You’ve such a big heart
You’re boosting my confidence daily
Oh Cecilia with feed-back so kind
You’re feeding my mind
Yes you do, yes it’s true
All the pens in Poetry Soup
Would like to get a big scoop
Of appreciation
We get a lift from writers like you
The confidence you imbue
Brings elation
Oh! Cecilia.
You’ve such a big heart
You’re boosting our confidence daily
Oh Cecilia with comments so kind
You’ve delighted our minds
Yes it’s true, what you do
Artificial Intelligence grows and knows
As machines get taught to learn.
More and more machines decide what you would like
To watch next on Netflix or where to go on your next holiday.
Machines monitor your preferences all the time
Developing a profile to match with others like you.
So if your matched buddies watched similar movies to you
It is likely that you would like to watch the movie
They watched and loved, but which you have not seen yet.
It would save a lot of time if
An Artificially Intelligent buddy
Could be made that sat beside you
Monitoring and learning your every
Move, decision and preference.
A personal executive assistant on steroids.
The feed-back loops you provide and teaching given
Could make your AI buddy really, really smart.
Eventually becoming better than you
In dealing with the complexity and strain of modern life.
Computers are much better at dealing with complexity
And optimizing choices for multiple objectives.
It would be far easier and better to leave this stuff to them.
Perhaps a robot called HAL could follow you around
Like an R2-D2 dog,
An AI Buddy, truly and surely, a man or woman's best friend.
Your mind!!
The best companion;
As your shadow,
Always follows you;
Never lets you,
Feel alone;
In unconscious state,
Always whispers,
Yes or no,
Shows you light;
Truly yours, only yours,
Listens and follows,
What you say;
Feed it love,
Feed it truth,
Feed it hope;
It will always feed back,
The good thoughts to you;
© sadashivan nair
Night following day
Commonplace and unremarked
Scales fall from our eyes
Starlight pierces mind and soul
God revealed if one but looks!
A poem dedicated to my friends Eileen, Mary Jo and Anne-Lise. Thank you for you patience with me.
with speciasl thanks to Andrea for her help.
This is a reworking of my previous poem Tanka 2. I hope that this is more in line with the true form of a Tanka. I would really appreciate feed back on this.
Thanks Shane
posted 31/03/2015
"Buy one,free one ticket to wife,a campaign for business,
Launched an air line to all it's customers access,
Air line flied back to wives for feed back landing success,
What trip? all wives launched missiles at the air in excess!
From front we intake,
We don't feed back!
being me not self centered
Caring and kind hoping to find
The best there is in human kind
Trying not to be judgmental
At the same time be conversational
Trying to see both sides as a one
Often conceded as soft hearted
Taken to the heart
Often known for a few tear jerker’s
Funny humors to the core
Less often a bore
Love to have around
To brake a frown
Always willing to lend a hand
Love giving not receiving
Patience in life’s everyday situations
Great listener ready to give good feed back
A survivor and a fighter
A forgiver not a forgetter
Strong minded protective when it comes
To the ones I love
To sum it all up I am just me myself and I
I love being my self
?
An open door may say come in.
A shut door says stay away.
Shadows and ghost go through shut doors.
If a door is shut, and you want it shut,
why open it?
If a door is open, and you want it open,
why shut it.
Doors say many things,
many doors say things.
Doors forget, but only doors know,
what it is doors forget.
NOTE: Not my poem, once again for college, need some feed back on what it is that doors think. Any thoughts, please comment.
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