Shines would soon be taken off poetry,
When machines replace humans as judges,
By then wisdom will have fled human minds,
Making AI seem more intelligent.
Poems churned out will then be wishy-washy,
Since standout ones will have been discarded,
As machine junks — confirmed by machines,
So undeseving of recognition.
As more and more inferior works are praised,
At the detriment of discarded fine ones,
Our brains will adapt to produce more junk,
And our age will be known for poorer arts.
But are AI-written poems hard to spot?
When all they write is devoid of feeling,
A mimicry of professionalism,
Yet widely accepted as genuine.
S-miles
A-lways
L-et
L-onely
Y-ears
S-tay
A-way,
N-ever
T-o
O-ffer
S-orrow
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Sally S. Santos)
SETTLED ?
Settled now what we are here.
Let's give our life our last shot.
Desires appear and disappear,
sometimes fulfilled but sometimes not.
Spread happiness, being humble..
Settled now that we are here.
Drive out junks in mind, that jumbled !
On journey of life, make paths clear.
Proceed free when love leads entire.
Give your best, no greed by mistake.
Settled now that what we are here.
We have come to give not to take.
Love is the best urge we have got.
Transparent open mind clean- clear.
Love can untie Gordian knot.
Settled now that what we are here.
03\19\23
A journalist jokes not with jotter,
His news - hunting hours makes shorter,
To the task devotion much truer
And to the penned down stick, though fewer
Journalist should trust news - filled jotter,
Their minds firm; sure legs that don't totter.
No lumbering of facts like hewer,
All junks to not escape the sewer.
Truths clean jotters twist not nor slaughter,
From the mind lifted straight yields gutter
Power jotters bring out from the pen,
Pen becomes A lion outside Den
One man who speedily wastes ten
This I've kept telling Freelancer Ken.
(dedicated to mother India)
The garbage collection van hasn't arrive.
Two hefty black plastic bags, last night's flea blown rubbish,
Waiting to be discarded, I wait.
It's almost ten, the garbage collectors arn't coming, I presume.
Town-garbage-bin is half a mile far, I don't enjoy going there.
Honey, the house stinks - the familiar voice reverbarates.
They arn't coming, the garbage-men, I conclude.
Picking up the junks, I walk out
Into the greased January morning.
Crossing the sewer-culvert, carrying waste,
I move cautiously across a chessboard of human wastes
On the railway track.
Suddenly, flames of rain burn the air, drains become alive.
Uncaringly, a mother-cow sits on a heap of plastic bags, (not a blade of grass around) chewing plastic, I see tears in its eyes.
I may be wrong, how could a cow cry, doubtful thinking.
A car storms pass me, slurry of mud hits me square.
I become garbage.
We stink together.
Don't worry, you are ready for your eternal home,
I hear god saying, raindrops keep burning,
With wet tongues.
A surprise move by the Nordic King
He orders his men to kill Huffle-Winks
They are big-headed junks hollering mouthfuls
Blood they need of Princess Umberta.
'Take them into confidence' the dragons
They are so poor, shorn of fire-power
And master of Huffle-winks takes note of
The dragonflies are so busy with lillipooks.
In predawn strike, Huffle-Winks bleed
Dragons' mightiest scales lose glitter
Legends fall into pieces,vulnerable stories
Litter the pavement to be walked over.
Now, she tramples the path out in garden
In regular errands to Umberta's studio
A baby dragon little feet wonder chum
The princess is happy with the kingdom.
Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-winks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
01st June, 2018
Tis of a truth about Africa,
An idea seducing my ear at the eventide:
He's a dwarf
Bearing a gigantic burden,
Dazed by weariness,
Betrothed to heaviness.
Diverse folks standing beyond the margin,
Admonishing him:
'Move,Move,harder,harder',
You can get here,if not faster',
Come,ho!,slower,slower,
Strangle the motion,trials're better.
But could he move?
The burden stayed his leg:
You want a proof?
Ask the bird!
He being a cubits above the earth,
His burden 105 cubits preparing his death.
He bears the burden
Or his burden bears him:
Burden constituted with junks:
A Suitcase bearing an octupus lung.
Tell Africa,
Even say to Africa:
'Unburden yourself:
Put down the burden,
Untie it's knot yourself,
(For if another hand does,you'll be in power bed-ridden.)
Search it's content,
See if all are gold,
Shake off the useless,
Consciously re-tie the load.
Then,bear on the burden,
In decades,you'll get to the margin.
But if you be blind
Still,that counsel you'll not heed.
You'll remain in street.
18:01:17:08:57
"Misconception has loan the world into probation"
1)My mother is the same,
So is my father the same:
Tall,shapy and all of that,
Graced with natural arts.
The lazy chick are lazy still,
Insect still on the leaf feed.
The atmosphere looks yet innocently,
And the harmattan beating us mercilessly.
2)Many calls it a new year.
But it's same here,how's it there?
Look!
The politicians are yet crook.
Immoralities still sit on our pitch,
Variant disasters yet are on nature unleashed.
Pompous sickness still lurks in those mansion,
The sun still doubt if he'll perform his actions.
Joy still comes and go,
While sadness in her pride still flow.
3)I saw trump on many trump,
Eating all delicacies like junks.
The rich oppress yet the poor,
And destruction grows yet tall.
The loyal folk will not bid adieu.
And the so called newyear will not change the moon:
(Even if it'll,the moon will fight,
And he'll flee before him in fright.)
"A new baby cannot be a sage",
It's just an old year with a new name.
18:01:01:10:55
My worms first bit me,
And I was hungry:
the demand for food levitated.
As the hand agreed with the protest.
Then my teeth willingly greeted everything that came to his way: Junks,Creams,Appetizers, crabs,Meals and drinks.
Consuming on did i care.
And i was closely filled:
Fed with rubbish-junks.
And now the real food is here,
My stomach is not ready to open. My mouth was willing,
But the hands were reluctant.
The meal is beckoning to my eyes, And my throat cursed so much.
But how can i eat, though the meal is here:
already filled with junks.
How can i contain this?
Seeing now that my stomach is filled.
I was hungry as if i will not eat, And now i've eaten and cannot eat.
Even,till now i'm hungry.
Though i'm not hungry.
'Do not be desperate for anything in life,for you'll be filled with junks and when the real meal comes you won't be able to eat any longer'.
17:28:12:11:45
....seeped in my marrow and flesh
Can't help thinking about
those days
When you seeped in
my marrow
Those lovely hurts even in
my flesh:
You innocently arrived with
lovely trends
feeding me with ease and
Elating junks
But like a wind you
Blew strange
As if drunk in pride
and Guts
Breaking off the wall your
love built.
Barging into my heart
and soul
stealing away love,care
and joy
Even all that could make
me hope.
You made me seem as
A fool
You took my love as
A food
You consumed all without
my consent
And sent my soul wandering
in jungles.
My heart can no
longer contain
The lust poured furiously
into it:
By those brutal eyes
and words
That pierced my soul
like sword
And made it like an
ocean bleed
The ocean is flowing
even still
Needs the cause to
mend it
I'm torn by you:
your acts.
Yet,i'll be sown by you:
true love.
17:23:12:22:58
HISTORY IS UNTRUE
Columbus discovering America? Yeah? Who says?
Only after a small army of Vikings from overseas
Traded and raided on the coasts for centuries;
And Brendan had navigated from Ireland to the Bronx;
Not to mention precolumbian wrecks of Chinese junks
Found in the sandy bottom of San Diego harbor;
And the Mongoloid footsloggers who tiptoed south to Ann Arbor
Across the floes of the Bering Strait a millennium before.
Perceiving the air's beat,
He positioned his feet as expected.
Bewitched by the rhythm asserted,
His paraphernalia did compliment his treat.
Pulling junks and unusual stuffs,
He settled on a cracky old muddy stage.
'Hey! , the beat of life did constitute my
rage',
He thundered, as to the inspirationist he did
cast the stuffs.
Being possessed by his virtuous talent,
He resumed his usual relay.
As the littlun did squeeze sound out of their
traditional gadget,
He consciously maintained the unconscious
alley.
'Away! , here he comes; the pouncer.'
'Be not away! , he is sane but 'A street
dancer''.
C.2017
In illuminated tubes,
in hospital beige,
this whirring, clicking, living grave.
It clunks and junks,
it beeps and meeps,
and it peeps.
And in they peep,
all the secrets that you keep,
on a screen behind a screen.
You can't see them,
but you are seen,
every
nanofibrous
imperfection.
They see through thoughts
and all the juices.
They see your tauts
and all your looses.
Where blood escapes,
and where it oozes,
or
where
it
does
not,
and more importantly, where does it clot?!
Then a two week wait to see wot you got!
High in the blue sky
a dark lonely cloud
shadows the sun
above them, thunder rumbles;
and the trees humbly bow
to the incessant wind.
Beneath them,
shadows grow shorter and taller
from the north,
dust thick as fog gathers,
whirls and twirls
filling the sky with
murkiness and junks.
A lone leave circles and floats
blindly, undecided to rest
or join in the tumult
and then landed at my feet
I looked up as a tiny droplet
perched on my nose~
It's the first rain.
You will go through the same mountain until you pass the test
You think your heart is pure but not until you face the challenge
Then you will find out
Do you know what is in there? Your heart that is
Do you know what are you made of deep down?
Really. Take a look of yourself
Don't worry - God will test you
And you will know soon enough
Are you really free of junks?
Lol - pure that is
Do you really have another person's interest at heart?
Or are you willing to shove that person out of the way - so you can have yours?
Girlfriend, boyfriend - you never know until you face it head on
Then you would know what you are made of
You want to be able to say to God
"See I passed the test. I told you."
I think you know who you are and what you are capable of
But until it goes through the fire and tested
You will not fully appreciate you
Haha don't think you are too good
Lest you fall
You will know when you finally pass the test
He will let you know
Is He done?
Ha - not a chance
Am I done? - yeah lol
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