Older chatbots, just like people, show signs of cognitive impairment, failing on several important metrics in a test normally used on humans. ~Drew Turney, Live Science, 02/16/2025
old AI
as demented
as I
enter into the abyss
of our poem
sail away
in the quiet time
of death
and bare bones
Pulp wrung out of sunset squeeze
Chinese dragon clouds
make mandarin marquees
Purple curtain shrouds
Folks without homes nobody sees
Electrified skies spark dust to flare
inside a vacant apartment
Twilight society’s fabric tears
Cringe crimson impairment
Wealth shields from irradiated glare
Wishing star stuck in limbo, catapults
daydream sun, distant flung
Pigeon sprauchle sudden vanish jolts
Mortified moon, hopes hung
Crusted blankets magic carpet vaults
8th November 2024
Written for Contest:
Jolted by Twilight
Sponsor: Di11y Da11y
I splat the slim cigarette's ashes onto the pavement,
Little to no care of my own psychological impairment,
While living through life with no means of any repayment.
Next time you venture out and it's pouring down with rain
Spare a thought for the less fortunate before you complain
Be grateful that you can see and feel its natural beauty
Those who are sight impaired will never see what you see.
Listening to loud claps of thunder that boom in the sky
Hearing sweet music or your newborn's first cry
Those with hearing impairment will never hear those sounds
Or the soothing sounds of nature that everywhere abounds.
We take for granted a walk in the woods or a stroll on a beach
But for the less able these things are way out of their reach
Or cycling along a country lane that many of us can do
Disability for many means they're not mobile like you.
Life often throws up problems and things don't go our way
But there are many others who face huge problems every day
Many overcome their disabilities and are a great inspiration
So, look on the bright side when faced with a difficult situation
So, if you can offer help to someone do so if you can
Make someone's day be it a child, woman, or man.
It has often been said that your well-being is your wealth
You are richer than you know if you've got excellent health.
the ward is stamped white
a fidelity to fading, sometimes in a smear of shadows
in her corner, Lilly sits
wheelchair bound
her white hair falling
like her winks at strangers
John's arrival cuts solitude
raises Lily's soft shell of aging
their homage to love like Billboard vows
interlocked fingers that bind intimacy
till close knit words trail to song
his voice dusky
washing over Lily like cologne
Broadway tunes
"the sun'll come out tomorrow
bet your bottom dollar
that tomorrow there'll be sun"
his affecting gush of song ushers remembrance
caught in the tucked curl of her smile
stoic
remarkable
peeling back impairment
outside this place of pleading
outside what recedes to hollow
sands of life sifted into this short hour
place of togetherness
as they want it to be
one soul into another
Poem written June 6, 2023
Rooms of self-imprisonment
Against Spiritual Impairment;
Castles like centuries-soaked Mountain,
To a type of knowledge The Fountain.
One a bit crazy to look at them long
Or on their account assemble a song.
Religious Repositories of Old
By one neared when one is bold;
A great wonder they did finally fold
And now in touching stories told …
Perhaps, something to do with veiled crime
Against them held by Record-Keeping-Time
Or in their inner rooms Defiling Gambling
By Monks who saw through every card play;
Maybe on their premises a rambling
By The Wizened sorting out things they hard way.
You could have called it a blind date,
The manner in which we first met,
But one that was truly desired,
Not one made for a stupid bet.
A year has now passed since that day,
My life then so completely changed,
When my future was realigned
And not just merely rearranged.
With the little sight I had left
I really liked what I first saw
But my social skills were lacking
And my emotions were red-raw.
She saw through my anxieties;
The pain I had coped with for years,
She seemed to sense the imprint left,
By many invisible tears.
Empathy was her strongest suit,
That was obvious right away,
Her bright sunny manner ensured,
We had an enjoyable day.
It’s strange how two can so quickly
Be bonded and then become one,
And all seeming as natural
As the rising of the dawn sun.
With the little sight I had left,
I really liked what I first saw,
And I knew the feeling was mutual,
When she nuzzled me with her nose
And then offered me her paw …
its tin metal somewhat mangled
from a moving van that fetched impairment
twisted signage of thin charm
tinged with seasonal blues
battered by brash snow, ice pellets, sombre rain
below a street lamp that nightly courts white moths
in fluttered fury
lofty sign, a perch for sparrows shaking off dust
above the humming hiss of a street
that throbs in summer heat
above the unfurling laughter of children
skipping rope
above the tangled banter of neighbors
who amble home,
pulled by comfort's zone
script of certainty, location defined
by a battered street sign, it's endless gaze
that knows the rhythm and pitch
of life laboring
below
Written July 25, 2021
abuse of impulses
awareness impairment
all-consuming retreat
animal behavior
allocations wasted
ambitions extinguished
apathy for outcome
5-12-2021
A plieades
Very few remember to giggle
And their waists wriggle,
When they should’ve been hissing
Over The Unhappily Missing:
Very few with their fingers still describing Victory,
In dumbfounding defiance of a frustrated history…
Warranting deafening bangs on a table
Of one badly wanting ‘The stable’.
Thinking have I been of Endurance,
That to a sufferer is some assurance,
That he shall later his big dreams witness
And testify to The Lord’s Goodness!
Picturing have I been a Labour Room
With expectant mothers envisioning doom…
They must themselves arm with Endurance,
If they are to win the waiting punishment
Fulfilling smiles flashing of this assurance
To clean come out, not a slight impairment.
* Depicting a young child or baby with sight impairment
given clear vision
Lens enhanced perception
Sands your face with precision
Rallying rows of eyelash perfection
Brush my conscience, bless my vision
Thrown avalanche realisation
My astonishment reflects rapture
Silent diction becomes spacious
Adoration boomerang captured
Freshly arrived from dim duller places
I glean impact of quiet transferrence
Transfixed by sculpted undulations
Facial telling message emergence
Struck by contrast's dimensions
Your eyes emit layers translated
Squeals of delight bolster senses
Sight huddles sound collaborated
Bearing immense advantage
Wearing miraculous glasses
Definition's parade outlandish
Ripples accompany laughter
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azure blue ocean
grey seal sunbathes on dark rocks
picture perfect scene
I witnessed this scene this morning when we were doing a recce for a walk with are doing tomorrow with people with visual impairment
3/1/20
You can see it so clearly today, unlike you could before
Mankind making its way unaware of what's in store
The stage is nearly set, but for God's Patient Hand
The One who paid your, debt so few people understand
In the filling out of Revelation, an oblivion to the enemy
For if God is not in the equation they can no longer see
This now so apparent, and some having become immune
A self-inflicted impairment, conscience wickedly out of tune
Need I say anymore but on what the Lord has said
Mankind is wicked to its core and its soul is dead
Yet Jesus took all that blame, your deepest, darkest shame
Life is not a game, but the time to glorify His Name
Soon be the harvest the chaff separated from the wheat
The Lord's not looking for the best just those without deceit
Now is the time to act in the reaching out for His Hand
Especially in things where you lack, He will truly understand
Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around
like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour
1 Peter 5:8
For many years, you were our family's breadwinner.
Your money paid for our breakfasts, lunches and dinners.
Because of my mental impairment, you continued to support me after I turned eighteen.
You could've outworked two twenty year olds, you were the hardest worker I've ever seen.
After twenty months of chemotherapy, you lost your fight.
Your battle with Leukemia ended six years ago tonight.
For the last two days of your life, you couldn't even reply to what people said.
When I received a call from my sister-in-law, she informed me that you were dead.
Your existence on Earth ended at around 10:20 PM.
One day I'll go to heaven and I will see you again.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013.]
Don’t paralyze the ministry
Afflicting it through selfishness-injury
While compromising with worldliness’ infantry
Bringing forth anguish misery.
Ministry* is leading people to the Saviour
Guiding them with love’s fervor
For transformation toward godly behavior
Radiating heavenly light of divine favour.
Beware of sin that hinders ministry-fulfillment
Abandon pride with its fatal impairment
Vanquish idolatry by Scriptures’ engagement
Overcome idleness through diligent involvement.
Let truth anchor your ministry-standard
Disloyalty is sure to pull you downward
Dishonesty can catch your heart off-guard
Disobedience – that you ought to discard.
God wants you to enjoy ministry-blessings
Let not dimness of vision instill in your souls cursings
Due to unbiblical appraisings
Thus, persist… anchored by spiritual enforcings.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
March 26, 2019
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