AI and poetries
AI is groupthink, it’s hewed to pre-existing work,
which it aggregates into something bland and flat.
If you don’t want your work scraped and copied by AI, try
writing off-balance ideas that aren’t for everyone and have faith
that AI will never be able to actually rival human creativity.
Deny AI the echo chamber of predictable content on which it feeds.
I polish my pieces to a pointless sheen, which gives
them an algorithmically indecipherable quality.
When it comes my to poetry, I have to admit,
I’m working through mediocrity—hoping that it’s just a phase.
If failure is essential for growth
I’m going to be a giant
But after all, someone has to define the baseline.
You’re welcome.
Ok, Let’s wax poetic..
There are thousands of stars
in that black outer-place
where gravitas holds them
firmly in place.
I fret not about avian abductions,
or unidentified flying soccers,
still, I’ve a waxed on them
in multiverse
.
.
Songs for this:
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone
Late Night Talking by Harry Styles
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Categories:
groupthink, creation, humor, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Poetic Podcast Episode 37
Do we have to look the same
to support each other?
Do we need a hive of ‘groupthink ‘
to support each other?
Do we have to weather a storm
to support each other?
Do we need to be moving far away
to support each other?
Do we have to already be dead
to support each other?
I have thought about this often,
I’m at a cliff’s edge with a white towel.
Do I have to hit the icy water,
nose dive with nothing more to offer?
Does everything have to end up over?
I have given everything I had.
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Categories:
groupthink, emotions, feelings, sad,
Form: Free verse
Qanon Poison
Panic mongers, hate mongers,
traffickers in groupthink.
The key to the universe,
you must never let facts interfere
with all your
obsessive incessant fables.
You must never doubt the veracity of
of the latest tale of terror.
A secret Satanic elite of cannibalistic pedophiles,
All the liberals are in on it, don’t you know?
Soros and Gates in collusion.
Evangelical contagion,
the deep state under every bed,
the boogeyman behind it all.
Any questioner is complicit.
Any true believer will be saved.
Apophenia intoxication,
Donald Trump is your savior.
Your mind is malleable to malignancy,
It metastasizes in your trance.
The putrid contamination percolates
everywhere in deafening silence.
Each taste of QAnon venom,
Each flavor of terror,
seizes and imprisons the masses of minds
And if you listen, you will hear
the percussive funeral dirge
for the death of the civilized world.
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Categories:
groupthink, angst, anxiety, culture, evil,
Form: Political Verse
I'D Rather Be a Tiger
I'd rather be a tiger
By Michelle Morris
30/06/2020
In a world where people seem
content to be sheep,
I'd rather be a tiger and live my life
true and complete.
I'd rather be free to make
my own moves;
My decision to be master
of my universe.
I'd rather be alone than be
subjected to groupthink;
I choose my own destiny
no matter what the sheep think.
And ultimately, I will always
have my freedom;
Because being able to stand alone
is how you rule your kingdom.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
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Categories:
groupthink, encouraging, freedom, inspiration, meaningful,
Form: Rhyme
Abiotic
This is not life
Façade-glossed eyes
Spilling out
Keeling from inside
This is not
What I traded for a pay check
A calendar space
Insentience
This is not dilated pupils
Suggestive smirks on long open nights
Sidewalk flocks through the blinking city sights
This is antithesis
A nihilistic spectacle
Handfuls of myself
Slung at some meaningless backdrop
Of tedious, grievous facelessness
I am dead weight
Basking in a womb of ruin
DIY
Self-inflicted holocaust,
Ashen, laughing
Swearing that I’ll rise
This is not life
Lying awake
Vexing over lost, losing, perpetual time
Abiotic, unborn
Pressing through groupthink, Stacholm syndrome,
Wondering when I died
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Categories:
groupthink, depression, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Gott Mit Uns
lonely as a dried up hero
legend only to the past,
as a world moved on
from foolish children’s faith,
energy of generations
arrives at perigee,
blown out like flatulence
snuck into polite conversations,
snide groupthink on
a notion of good sport
and fair play,
while eyes and hands
itch to turn main street
into charnel houses,
the foolish ones
barking dulcet tunes
get frog marched to the wall,
can it even be,
anymore with visions dead,
above in a hawk eye
clear cold wind and azure sky,
high over every thing, everything
the squabble, the blood
the raging teeth,
godless empires and ideal,
the line of never ending human hearts
blazed away,
flaring like desert sun,
burning,
shining like moon rockets
over the sea of tears below,
the very world gives off a sickbed air,
damned
damn
damn
the creator for demanding
to know ourselves
before we know forgiveness,
of chemicals,
of realpolitik,
of biocentric theorem,
a life,
like this republic,
if we can keep it...
gott mit uns.
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Categories:
groupthink, confusion, life, power,
Form: Free verse
O Burning Alexandria's Effigy
groupthink likes word games the unwritten history rectification
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Categories:
groupthink, corruption, culture, history, international,
Form: Senryu