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Horn Heuristic Haiku

what we want to know
when water would flow and flow
will winds blow and blow

Horn Heuristic Haiku

AI: An AndIdote to Regret

Youth is not on my side anymore
Dreams yet to load from my analog days
Caught up in the bitrate of life
A legacy model looming 
up an exponential curve

Heuristic hallucinations take flight	
Missiles of meaning miss their mark.
Upscaled re-runs of the same  
Intercepted by inaptitude 
Shot down by time

But tools are emerging
Bridging the gap
Between ideas and ability
Sparking a reboot revolution
No longer a sandbox simulation

Overthrowing the government inside
Who said "impossible"
Who said "too late"
Who said "there's no soul"
A stream of X-pectations 

Cutting edge stones 
used millennia ago
Replaced by cutting edge algorithms
The antidote to my regret 
In my reconfigured evolution 

Dreams start to render in full HD
Prompting launches that land
Retrospective adeptness 
Connection restored 
No longer binary Oh, yes

An antidote to regret
A cure for the abyss 
I use AI to engineer my life
The way I had always dreamed
One prompt at a time

Or was i  just Beta tested
To birth the singularity?
A holographic hoodlum 
In a pixilated glitch...
Coined by Nakamoto a bit.

My Ability In Activity

My alacrity in activity,
Keeps me hectic during productivity;
Acuity instructs me to produce prolific periodically.
Heuristic and ingenuity guide me to invent novelty,
And to show a seraphic smile, is my priority.

My vitality in activity,
Directs me to invest virtuosity as to attain beyond quality;
Clarity rules me to output gigantic quantity with regularity.
Charity in my civility is the gift to exist in perpetuity,
And being pacific, is my duty.

No Impeachment

I don’t believe Donald Trump should be impeached,
He’s brought light to the Presidency, a dynasty,
Of a long line of ‘born again’ believers, screeched,
Wiling government into a god-inspired fallacy.

Burocracy is not an heuristic term or value judgement -
It’s a rational roll of reasonable deliberations, business,
Mirroring the typical American citizen as sediment,
Which Mr Trump places, to his credit and best guess.

He’s not a force for power without love and freedom,
Stealing smiles from unlikely Democrats, Pub’s alike,
He gives the lesser the right to arbitrate and custom,
When climbing the hierarchy an eager workers’ hike.

He’s not killed five people, an individual’s sadness,
Another quinquennial would see America great again,
With Covid faced squarely and firmly by flatness,
Joe Biden will take it as efficient, practical and fain.

Let the people speak from the Representative’s House,
Not one view, but proffering all view’s to regulate,
Bold with speech, he’s turned the stiff upper clouse,
Into commerce’s flutter, so please give a vulgate.

Dominique Webb

Squirrelly Shirley

Rocky squirrel flew through the air
Safely landing precisely where
He wished.

Caught glimpse as Shirley squirrel
(Herself in front of car did hurl)
Was nearly squished.

Rocky had warned Shirley before
Admonition Shirley chose to ignore-
Cars can smite

Such events reveal it's not merely heuristic
Fatalities by car is greater statistic
Than fatalities by flight

Forget Me - Not

When my breathless body returns to the earth from which it came,
Let it be known that I tried,
In the face of damnation,
With the manacles of propriety digging deep into my flesh,
And the corpulent greed of the contumacious seeping from every open door,
Let them say that I tried,
Inside this strident existence that we call our own,
Where the fastidious prey on the guileless,
I just wanted to be a luminous beacon of intransigent truth,
A munificent solace for those In need,
I just wanted one zealous moment to make a difference,
And as the remnants of me powder and dust into the soil in which I lie,
Let at least one person say that my life was worthwhile,
That my existence was heuristic,
Because if I am to become just another sorry loss,
An echoed memory only deserving of a sorrowful after thought,
Then what was it all worth,
And more so,
Why then would anyone else bother.
Because if we cannot make a difference,
Then I would rather not be remembered at all.

Speaking Passionate Peace

Speaking of peace
is at least not acting for further violence.

To speak about peace
with integrity
and power
is to speak peacefully, 
confluently,
affluently and effluently,
from a position of heuristic left
and appreciative right
self/other integral inquiry.

Courageous wins
and curious wins
through co-empathic rediscovery,
all healthy souls are One, co-passioning
all souls are on our wealthy privileged/impoverished way
toward ZeroZone truths
with not not zero-sum ways.

To speak about world peace
without climate restoring justice,
is to re-cast Earth
as our impoverished unprivileged slave,
properly raped
and fracked
and drilled for plunder
wealthing without healthing
those of kleptocratic satiated anthro-centric privilege.

To speak about peace
with integrity
and power
is to speak peacefully,
win/win confluently,
from a position of healthy heuristic
and wealthy appreciative
inquiry.

Perennial Adventure

Advent,
older, and more pervasive, than Christmas
I presume.

Why so?

Advent's lack of glaring light
feels more of an invite
to prepare for winter's new year planning
by reviewing what went toxically wrong
and occasionally 
mysteriously right.

A time not yet for sorting ecstatic harvest seeds
of early year insight
but deeper hibernating
into all not not quite entirely wrong potentials,
where cooperative perennial images delight
while capital's mortal reasoning
remains logistically wrong,
a song
too soon sadly sung
in nihilistic
dissonant keys
of double-binding night,
approaching terrorizing fright
vigorously denied
before adventurously accepting
heuristic gains of ultra-violet bright

Into Advent darkness
recomposing next year's nurture lights,
ecologically learned evolving cycles
of nutrition
theologically deep revolutionary recycles
speaking healthy wealth of Advent's
annual 2020 resolutions.

Horn Heuristic Composite Haiku

Horn Heuristic Composite Haiku

This consists of seven haiku combined
for a total of 21 lines. Both seven and
21 appear to be lucky for some reason 
or another. 

Heard it has been told 
Your guess is as good as mine
Or someone else's.

That is my introductory haiku.

Was hard to measure
Also value of treasure
From perfect pleasure.

Appeared out of site
Infinite beyond belief
Somewhat ill-conceived.

Beaten to a pulp
Result of belligerence
Now not recognized.

Totally fruitless
Also inescapable
And no longer missed.

Hope it will be found
Along with what it pertained to
Gave up searching for.

Reason is unknown
Not sure what end product was
You to confiscate.

Voters did adjourn
Whole case was given up on
A total, lost cause.

(May sound familiar
A Presidential campaign
Complete oblivion.)

James Thesaurus Heuristic Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Jill and I still have terrible coughs
and headaches. Think we will skip
St. James Episcopal Church in 
Shallotte, NC.

Bacon Sandwich Carnage Coming

If I a bare fisted foot that a layered leaf once left undisturbed but amongst the rising becomes a glow and fortress is a finger roll and rolling is a non adventurous activity in a nine metre road. But no roadworks. They are mainly dependent upon corrosive erosive sealant. And many a glance or glare from a twisted turtle head could almost be forgiven for a sub consciousness riot is often a forefront in a non moving pawn game. Stagnant are those who watch am eclipse upside down. I am a Heidelberg Heifetz herlump but maybe a justification of heuristic heiferlump. I am unsure as to which prison I am currently visiting but working us waiting and waiting is a turbulent torrent of a torrid display. Merely an astronaut could fly this path. Really? Really? An opulent society is a dug grave waiting. No ha to that. But a bursting angle is an angled angel angling. Ha to that. Now spin. Yes. Spin. Horticultural herrod bar. Hum...hmmm.

Secret of the Night

Arcadian night was effulgent
                                     With the shiny stars when the 
                                Uxorious gentlemen brought to his wife
                             A munificent blue topaz ring in a judicious 
                                      Dinner after the heuristic time 













3-23-2016

Tilting At Simplicity

Tilting at Simplicity

William of Ockham 
Harbinger of today’s
“Occam’s razor”—
His simplest solutions
Bespeak not always
Accurate conclusions.

A Simple Simon
Binary approach
Style vice logic
Solutions not always
Truest to measure
Requires real
Human variety.

Heuristic methods
Abound—of course
Tied to many
Scientific efforts
But how about
The Messy?
The Complex? 

Simple rationale
On each conclusion 
May be suspect
With only barest of
Variables considered. 

Take your pick—but
Use your intuition
The easiest aren’t
Always most correct
Use common sense too!

When in doubt
Trust yourself
Keep objectivity
Fail not to ponder
The complex too!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(September 14, 2015) (Accentual Meter)

Sparks of the Dream

For foster ill informed author,
Of the pathetic unified change.
Distributed empty into the offer,
Charming established and never strange.

Climb alongside dynamic govern,
Prevent recondite or exclamation.
Near dangerous pioneers burn,
When in shrill or uttermost exploration. 

Ambiguous and verified to be attractive,
Having narcissus by narrow selection. 
Too accomplished of velvet missive,
And actual tawdry of substance's complexion.

Overt professed to be scaled simplistic,
And parched with vacation of the heuristic.

Though We Should Go Mad

though we should go mad, we 
mad ones spilling ink, all 
words, all tinny words, echoed 
valley of our minds, instead 
we fade with dreadful prattle, teeth 
in beds of powdered bone, lost 
to ragged children, wept 
mothers stumble cast, out 
far from humble hearth, new  
kings but different kin, roar 
a battle surge in ears, as 
death's dirge rattles, kith to none, and  
we search for some, hope 
is one, not as thought, in mist and sun 
would even wisest think we’d won, for 
only in denuded land, stripped bare, if 
to reach out, touched and be the one, dusted 
travel stain and done, yet now this night, this 
sleep, as if knowing half of earth awakes, keeps 
tap tap tapping, rattle key’d and paper worn, to 
laugh in the face of heuristic plans, while 
dancing mad in midnight’s moon, but 
as mortals, alas will do, hope 
in vain for sweet Erato’s swoon, the
flesh wins now in sleep’s cocoon.

Heavens Rose

Beholding this heuristic flower which grows....

Astonishment amid the midst of the deserts dust

Isolations guise so shunned, this beauty it seems

Emitting an emollient fragrance as such

A nardostachys jatamansi ~

This healing and soothing ointment as rains

Loving cup, of sanctities moments such placid waters

Now rising from the parched soils of once barrenness

As a mastic mist of laudatories measures

Blanket it, with flourishings of precious dew

An inflorescent jasmine

Metamorphing into a prismatic rose

Before these melodious stones which smile....

As they gaze upon this magnificent splendour

Within a world wherein some still question as to how 

Could this ever be?

This renewing of such trodden petals; rousing

And once crushed by the very hands

Which now stand within bewildered wonderment

As they blink their sting rayed eyes....How?

These second chances of a new born life

The Resurrection, of a once lost soul....

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Heavens Rose ~





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