Break The Mold
Just be yourself
Not like everyone else
Don’t follow the crowd
Protesters always complaining, just ridiculous
A waist of my time
Everything is still burning
Walk on my own path
No chaos
No social media
No garbage in my ear
Turn off the lies
Tune out the noise
No more common sense
Sucked into the drama
Break the mold
Society is broke
No more trees and no more food
We have lost our way
No one can think for themselves these days
Just a mad world
Always blaming someone else
And you suffer confirmation bias,
Seek only what supports what you decide,
Objective as I’m, suffer no such ass,
AI posed, I’ve no monkey mind beside,
Nor my emotions blur reality,
Nor ever short change the reign of reason.
But I’ve this gift: Devil’s Advocacy,
Human intelligence is rare, my son,
To err is human and to learn divine!
And there’s one more thing why I’m quite unique--
From one more point of view all so genuine--
The garbage-in-garbage-out makes you sick,
HI may fail but learns and can get wise,
I shudder if AI turns otherwise.
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Sonnet |17.07.2025| dream, technology
Note: AI= artificial intelligence, HI= human intelligence
My mind is like a river,
And constantly it flows.
Something's always floating by,
Whether or not I want to know.
There is garbage and pollution,
Tossed in by what others say.
If I don't dodge them by refocus,
They can affect my day.
Accusations and false statements,
Just floating garbage in the stream.
Tossed in there by others words,
The ones that want to be mean.
O' boy here comes condemnation,
They are the big floating logs.
They always come, grouped more than one,
My thinking they want to clog.
And of course there's floating plastic,
Made of material like it's source!
I step aside so it can pass,
Because it comes with such force.
Lord, help me focus on You alone,
And not the garbage of man.
Help me to keep my river clean,
By focusing on your plan.
One day I'll gather at your river,
At the end of my life.
Where there's love, peace and unity,
And there will be no more strife.
Rotting eggs, fish, moldy pasta, and meat
Mixed with the odor of damp rodent fur.
The garbage in bags is lining the street.
New York is a city beyond compare.
The food that's thrown feeds a population,
Not for people, but for rats everywhere.
Well-fed and moving are these three million
Who run down sidewalks without any care.
The mayor has found a good solution-
Locked trash cans that keep the rodents from play.
When hunger pangs start in great profusion,
I want to make sure I am far away.
your output
to the universe
comes back to you
like a "Return to Sender" mail.
if you treat people
with utmost respect and dignity,
they'll reciprocate;
treasure in, treasure out.
the same can be said
of maltreatment,
it's always repaid in kind;
garbage in, garbage out.
it's a fair trade,
every time.
in this cruel, savage world,
sprinkle in a handful of tenderness.
one is infinitely better off
trading meanness
with kindness.
it's much easier being...
a good human being.
it's far from expensive;
buy into it, it costs
less than a penny!
A nature food chain
Linkng the carnivorous and the herbivorous
May be simple
And so an economic food chain within man
The rich and the poor
The poor works hard for the rich with low wage
But when the rich dumps the rubbish
The poor can collect it and sell for some money
Garbage in a disposable bag
May be useless to the rich
But a treasure to the poor
A nature food chain can be complex
too
The same for man's during the rise in prices
The seller only raises the prices to get the same profits
But the buyer pays the extra expenditures
Without someone sharing the burden
The chain goes on and on
And the rich becomes richer
And the poor remains poorer
"garbage in, garbage out...sometimes you gotta clean out the mental closet"_ quote by poet
junk
in the attic
of the mind,
lingering on;
gradually
gathering dust.
cumbersome junk
of tossed aside woes
piling up;
steadily
ballooning
into a big pile
of tainted white elephants
that clog up
my thought process.
occasional practice
of mindfulness
is my way
of clearing out
the mental clutter.
Form J - Just Write Me A New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Theme chosen: Junk
Date written: 03/22/2022
Crossing hostile waters at night,
besieged by shinning moonlight,
and the stream of garbage in the river,
we've come to fight, for glory, a winning struggle,
until we lose our raft to the rapids and swim to the
left bank, sufficiently crazy to entertain a surprise attack,
but we're spotted by their sharpshooters picking us up one by one,
so when my time came to act as the last frontier, I was given a new chance
to protect myself by letting them know how I've won the lottery to Australia, thinking will the Ausies like my new clothes? Each of us is a limit to the other.
Saw animals in jungle dump garbage in water
and drink the same
Wolf was drinking and smoking
while giving a lecture on healthy habits
A monkey was guarding a fruit tree
claiming it to be his
Another monkey said give me some fruits,
you can't eat all they will rot, he refused
Animals wore a bra to cover their breast
All animals wore underwear below dress
Birds wore skirts below wings
They mated behind a bush
Lion, the king of jungle made a rule
An animal can kill only one in a day to feed self
But he was allowed unlimited killing,
Infact he killed ten, threw nine ate one
Elephant was uprooting trees
Birds with nests were screaming
He paid no heed to them
King wanted roads
Parrot was writing a poem
Trying to avoid clitches
How do I describe tears?
All forms of water including raindrops
had been already used.
He had to be different to win!
Jungle looked like towns
Animals were behaving like humans
It seemed God had made them
mentally akin to humans.
30.09.2021
Written for
Chantelle Anne Cooke, May The Gas Be With You Farts Part 2
The bigger things are obvious
And are to be expected,
Like sickness, job loss and the fear
Of what’s not disinfected.
But little things I haven’t seen
In ages have affected
The way I feel and I don’t see
How they will be corrected.
Graffiti’s back and littering
And parks they’ve not inspected
For drinking (beer cans everywhere)
And dog poo not collected.
Some car alarms have sounded
(Most ‘round here are disconnected)
And garbage in the streets means rats
Have lately been detected.
The little things add up, of course,
So people have defected,
But those of us who choose to stay
Can’t help but feel dejected.
...earth speaks....
humans....you made my body sick....
so much poison garbage in it....that...
my immune system replies....as it sees fit....
all species must be culled at times....for....
the survival of others....including a 'questionable'...
species that claims control....over earth....
humankind....analogous to a germ....
taking control of....mankinds own body....
results can be the same....catastrophe....
so....earths immune system kicks in....
evolution creates more and newer forms....threats to...
lessen the 'humanoid pathogen'....bring it back under control....
stan sand
Garbage in garbage out
From a queen to a tout
Full of sin vulnerable skin
Fish with a fin but sweet secret within
Be my rhythm be my sound
Never leave him tightly bound
In the desert oasis found
Bird with a feather, knows no weather
Sealed in paper let it be
Love's a vapour you'll never see
Don't escape her don't leave he
Man with a skin full of sin
Don't feed brains with rubbish information
It's the place must be holy and pure
Garbage in earth spreads to everywhere
Only brains left to be empty as sky azure
It's the color of the original sea so pure
It's the spirit of beauty, content and hilarious
Find your earthly matches with identical color
You will acknowledge the sensation so gracious
When your rhyming vibrate perfectly resonance
I've never really seen you before,
But it feels like I see you daily, times four
I am health adherent, I don't take drugs outside doctor's prescription,
But you are the first drug I would take based on advice from a physicist, not a physician...
Even my brain now works like a computer
The only difference is you are the input and you are the output.
For a regular computer, it would be garbage in garbage out.
But I'm no regular computer.
I'm a super computer,
So it's my baby in, my baby out.
You say inner beauty is what you crave for?
With such a beautiful smile,
I can only tell it comes from a beautiful inside...
Stay beautiful baby
Stay beautiful
Hello, Dear, I trust the garbage in the road was picked up on Friday.
To add insult to the sweetness,
“I think it amusing there is a no dumping sign” across from where they have dumped.
Yes, I too think it bitterly amusing, since this pile from hell is about
Six feet from my driveway, which is so lovely when guests come.
This sweet letter was from the mayor’s assistant.
Because out of desperation, I wrote to him last Wednesday.
I wrote an equally nice letter back.
Hello back, Dear.
Not only was nothing picked up on Friday,
More was added to the pile on Friday.
I came around the corner to discover six tires,
A couch, and a burned out car that were not there on Thursday.
I plan to call the news station today,
For it is apparent even the mayor’s office
Can get nothing done.
Have a nice day yourself!
Love and all that stuff.
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