Things One Can't Change, Just Breathe
A range of things don't move, no question
The plea,
Life launches weight you can't always be a
Perk
Pressure hits hard, sits sunken in the stitching-
Things one can't change...Just Breathe
Turmoil doesn't query if you're ready to
Percolate.
Truth doesn't solicit just cause you believe.
When the world domiciles cold and won't
Compromise Things one can't change...
Just Breathe.
Some fights ain't your own, let the weight
Exemption, Not every storm justifies your
Peace.
Life hits brutal; don't let it snatch things one
Change...Just Breathe
When the world pitches noise, you don't
Get accredited.
And truth gets entwined in what they interwind,
Hold your Center, keep your things one can't
Change..Just Breathe
The sun rose this morning,
Some extra red --
I attribute that to atmospheric dust -- man a manic
Bulk-polluter – taking some personal blame
Last evening’s carousing did not serve A Higher Purpose.
Blank nights prone to bleed into equally unremarkable days –
Since your abrupt departure each dawn has
Become a perverse mirror of profound absence --
Bath and shave, check for new wrinkles, and missing parts
If poor maintenance an occasional inventory of animate sensibilities
Is a wise unscheduled meditation --
Cycles of nameless risings and numberless sets --
Beloved day-launches and warmth of after dusk glitters we shared
Till your guardian Angel took a vacation...or her jealous nature tragically revealed.
Fate and Faith, Worship Therapy mean little to a suffering human heart….
When you confide in a person and they say things behind your back
then it's worse than someone whom to your face launches an attack.
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("Little Things Mean A Lot"
Kitty Kallen 1954)
If you think God tallies
in His columns of +'s and -'s
how many times man gets
to the moon or mars
you are really mistaken -- Little
things mean a lot. Like, personally
cutting the nextdoor old lady's grass
instead of just hiring someone
is more profound than 10 successful
rocket launches -- little things mean
a lot. The rescued kitten, the stray
dog fed -- the breaking of bread with
family and friends, this is how one's spirit
is healthily fed (little things mean a lot).
God pours all his wisdom as potential
into the hearts and minds of newborns
that they may do amazing things with
their lives. Little things mean a lot. Maybe
everything, far exceeding all our
imagined big things. Better to stay
grounded than to reach into the infinite
(wasting precious time) only to find what
was already within your near grasp from
the very onset. In our speed world
Big Things will always get their fair share
of attention...while far more slower dearer
little things can be lost forever. Little things
mean a lot.
AI isn’t singular,
it’s a conglomeration
of all the algorithms
since nineteen hundred and fifty
when the imitation game
computed machinery and intelligence,
followed by checkers
followed by thinking machines
followed by LISP.
My only question:
has Artificial Intelligence
learned how
to cook a goose?
NOTES
LISP: an abbreviation of "list processing” a family of programming languages.
1950: Alan Turing publishes "Computing Machinery and Intelligence," proposing the "Imitation Game" (Turing Test) to assess machine intelligence.
1952: Arthur Samuel creates a checkers program that learns to play better over time, marking early machine learning.
1956: The Dartmouth Conference officially launches AI as a field, with John McCarthy coining the term and bringing researchers together to explore "thinking machines".
Late 1950s-1960s: Early AI systems like the Logic Theorist (proving math theorems) and the Perceptron (an early neural network) are developed, alongside the creation of the LISP programming language.
~From AI Overview (AI giving a history about itself.. Can we trust it?)
it was our special song
the first note launches instant time travel
warm memories flood my mind
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" taken from The Merchant of Venice, Act 3 Scene 1
bleeding scarlet by laceration
audibly amused through titillation
beautiful ladies diminish survival
launches second shoe in reprisal
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.
red clay muddy creek
crab grass eating brown bare feet
willow launches dreams
***
It's almost one o'clock
In the morning.
Summer is in full swing.
The full moon has stopped being red,
And it launches the light with thin plates ,
through the not fully drawn curtains.
Someone is sonorously stirring the drink in the cup with a spoon.
The darkness, diluted with whitewash,
Presses its cheek to the gentle sound.
A mother is a springboard, strong and sure
From which dreams soar, and spirits roar.
She launches hearts with boundless grace
Lighting the path toward life’s embrace.
Nandi was Shaka Zulu’s springboard
With eyes as sharp as an eagle's gaze.
She guided him to rise in might
A lioness who never swayed
Holding steady through day and night.
Indeed, a mother is a springboard
Lifting hopes to greater heights
Clearing paths with her guiding light
Like a crane, lifting courage to flight.
Rattlesnake
Stealthy reptile (scaly-skinned viper)
Flicks its forked tongue to smell direction
While slithering through the environment
In camouflaged snakeskin to avoid detection.
Snake eyes focus without tail rattling,
Coiling into a strike-kill position.
Slowly, its jaws separate, exposing fangs
That will deliver venom-filled neurotoxins.
The gloom and doom shadow looms,
Frightening and mesmerizing; the serpent launches.
The rodent stills, listening for hissing,
Delaying reaction, and is bitten.
A Found Poem from the Bing Homepage
Earns record-breaking medal,
a boxer apologizes, is sad,
wins US Senate primary.
Campaign raises $138.7M,
to lay off 15% of workforce,
US launches antitrust probe.
Child sex abuse sentence,
Utah abortion ban halted,
net neutrality rules blocked.
Rain showers,
a Christian petition rebuking,
conservative attacks receive thousands.
50 icons famous after they died,
Charlamagne tha God on racial attacks,
'I don’t give a damn.'
The 1-ingredient upgrade for eggs,
complete fantasy,
a Western movie brutally assessed.
Egyptian women’s beach volleyball team,
slams French hijab ban after Olympic match,
Kamala Harris's lucky break.
realms defence launches
dice, reckless soul hoarder
upturns death hourglass
I give thanks for gifts from creative ways
And deep blue skies on sunny days
I give thanks for the kind, caring gestures
And wide open freedom in golden pastures
I give thanks for guidance, strength and survival
Born in the miracles of granted revival
I give thanks for simple things in each catalyst
That launches my soul, as I emerge from the mist
And from diifficult challenges and painful.days
From things that leave smudges on life, as it frays
I give thanks for the contrast of good and bad
The colorful ground of mercy, I let myself clad
There are so many thanks, a million stars to see
Shining in the dark, pouring wise stardust on me
Heidi Sands
11/23/23 Thanksgiving
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