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Artificial Intelligence is?

Where a series of 
					messages fly across
profiles inflated
					in balloons of
hot air.

Where a model with doctored skin
sells better cells to cover your acne,
where people 'blackout' Tuesday
and appropriate taking a knee.

Where truth is a golden ticket, impossible to find,
where 'likes' replace juries, and we forget to #bekind.
Where stories are created at the push of a key,
replacing where dreams and drafting used to be.

Where a voice called Alexa can order, suggest and locate,
but also listen and through silent algorithms manipulate.
Where faceless Gemini can offer names for your new-born,
an ironic namesake, a duplicitous invader on your own front lawn.

And most of the time 
                                     those ongoing anonymous 
messages simply
                                     ghost

I implore you to help me

shed fur from a silver unicorn is imperative for my potion
must be from an older seasoned unicorn, a world traveler
without this, the elixir will not give clairaudience to the drinker.
I also beg you to help me locate a seed from a baby boo pumpkin
I know it will not be easy, but easy does not enter into this equation
the drinker needs autumn emotions provided by this baby boo seed
so he can anticipate and appreciate winter

wishing I could fly

a black bird rises up like a hot air balloon
following the sun, trying to locate the moon
with absolute envy I followed her rise
wishing that someday I could fly into the skies

And Then There Were None - For Agatha Christie

I’ve only desired to light old lamps with young wicks
(the tongues of flame must be blinking hard with vigilance)
Across dark, mildewed alcoves that smell of ink —her writing ink —
But one thing led to the other, and the ink I
Found froze in my eyes, the bottle instantly petrified among desert ruins.
I searched, from my village to Nantucket, borrowing
The courage of voyaging storms, seeking earnestly her quill feather,
Just to caress her pretty face with it.
But the power of distance arrested me midway and warned me
Of the dangers of costly adventures.
I hankered after a trained parrot —an amanuenses of note—
With less brilliant plumage,
Electrifying elocution,
To detect to me the protocols of her language.
But that, too, failed.
The parrot was either born mute or chose to be.
I did all I could? to seek, to find, to locate, to identify items
Belonging to her —bric-a-brac of a telling age.
And then there were none.

Purpose and People

Anything you lose by speaking your truth isn’t a loss
It’s an alignment
As individuals, we all have our assignments
Our purpose transcends people and 
Our alignment sees the fake from the real

Go after your purpose before it is too late
You belong to your goals even
If a river of darkness heads your way
Stay glued to your direction and remember
“Locate the problem
Find a solution to nourish humanity
Strengthen what you have
Do it before it is too late.”

Chase your purpose
Raise your expectations
So that you never get bored with your purpose in life!
Strike a chord with destiny and
Let your gift feed humanity, even.
If you lose people along the way
Stand your ground because
Anything you lose by speaking your truth isn’t a loss
It’s an alignment

Keeping on Course

"There's a river meandering through the mind"
It flows like a torrent, so often I find
My thoughts when they bank up, and reach breaking point
A deep breath is needed before all is spoilt.

This rescue plan calms me, the word flow I stop
My lifebuoy surrounds me so I stay on top.
The river will then flow, while keeping on course
Allowing me freedom to locate its source.

When found, I will row down just taking my time
Meander at leisure this river of mine.
Take in the scenery, enjoying the view 
When I take control of my thoughts that come through.

Locked box Of Time

It never left, the stale odour of grief that tortures me
That wrapped its fingers around my throat, never letting free
It pressed until my last breath was spent, my life slipping by
Trying to release the pressure, not knowing the reason why

I delve deep in my pockets, searching vainly for the key.
Box of opportunities that presents itself to me
My mind is now free falling, from the secrets held within.
Of what my future holds for me and things that could have been

It's tempting me like a siren, luring me to my fate.
All the unanswered questions that my thoughts would generate
Teasing me with its contents, all the dreams I once held dear
Without the key, I am lost, my body is racked with fear,

Because knowledge is my suitor, my mind will never rest.
Until I know the secrets that I know must be addressed
I am now wondering about where I will go from here.
I'm in perpetual limbo, sleepwalking through each year

If I open up the box, what mysteries will I find?
So let me locate the key, so I will not left behind.

If UltraSound Machines Break Down

If ultrasound machines of the world all break down
We had better make friends with nocturnal bats.brown.
They use ultrasound to locate and navigate
There is one hanging by my west garden gate

Vampire bats could help us diagnose disease
Be polite and make sure you use thank you and please
Nurses and doctors will have to be trained to be kind.
And learn how to communicate with a bat’s interesting mind.

Feelngs toward Winter

Winter is a seasonal beauty; with her sparkling twinkling snow
Her frosting turns the landscape into a communal wedding cake.
She instigates thoughts in me I have not had since last winter.
I am inclined to make hot chili with jalapeno peppers.

Something hot to warm me inside while I marvel at the outside.
Fairies enter my mind as I stare into the all-encompassing whiteness.
I want to settle down with a good book and snuggle into my blankets.
But I like my job so another state of mind pushes this one out.

I locate my mittens, boots, scarf, fluffy coat and a face mask.
a face mask helps me avoid pneumonia in winter.
I slather myself with heavy coverings, so I can scrape my car.
the wipers are frozen tightly to the windshield

Watch out for black ice, a warning from the radio station.
As I maneuver my car out of my driveway I stare at winter.
Her beauty is disarming, but I understand her chameleon treachery.
I will be gritting my teeth until I arrive at my destination.

My Xmas wish list

Santa clause get me hope for xmas, since its hard for my mind and heart to hope again. Magicians perform me tricks to overcome ths dissapointment and shock, I jst can't bear no more. Scientist discover in me once again, trust and strength to live with this world horrors.

In me, I know not how to react to this devastation, human in collision, both young and old's life in shambles. There's no level or meassurements to curb this might of distress and dispair, its just spilled waters and milk everywhere, hopeless!

In which part of this Earth can I locate reset button, are there any archeologist to help me trace biblical authors's graves and tombs? maybe through them my grievences will reach to God
#Poetic_Ink

IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY

Let your remaining joy locate you now without any further delay,
Even if more success and more prosperity have to join in a fast relay,
The goal is that all the best things of life should find a way to where your head every night lays,
God is in firm control of your life so 'nough of any trouble placed in your life to waylay.

The mirrors are blessed with a peep in of the elegance of your good looks,
Your infectious smile is comely like food cooked by a good cook,
Your intelligence is ever pleasing as if it was learned from a best-selling book,
Your wisdom brings joy like when a fisherman caught a big fish by his fish hook.

Good fortune seems to know the best way to your home,
But it has never come without showering you with blessings of its own,
You have given success so much joy that you have stopped it from all its aimless roams,
No wonder, your greatness is the pain that causes your enemies a deep moan.

Let then this your birthday bring you more joy,
May it fortify you more to overcome your enemies' evil ploys,
As babies take delight in playing with their toys,
May you also have a lot of pleasure in savouring successes that never cloy.

Take Control

I fear people have lost their way;
now, hatred and lies rule the day;
our morels faded over time.
Purchasing political will;
cult leaders are prepared to kill,
perpetuating fear through crime.
They claim that they believe in God,
but that declaration is fraud.
Faith has morphed into a pastime;
a mockery of true belief.

Exploiting people's pain and grief;
greed fuels anxieties climb.
Alternative truths are all lies,
merely bigotry in disguise.
"Love thy neighbor" was God's decree;
not manipulate them through fear.
Such behavior warrants a tear,
and I believe God would agree.
And yet, evangelists, meanwhile,
preach all immigrants are hostile.
Heaven's locked; love's the only key,
and no other will get you through.
On judgment day, God will judge you,
that's Jesus's Divine guarantee.

Search your heart to locate your soul;
work to heal one another's pain,
refuse to be led; take control.

migrant life

Quote: “Refugees didn’t just escape a place. They had to escape a thousand memories until they’d put enough time and distance between them and their misery to wake to a better day.” - Nadia Hashimi





Make-Shift tents for lives shifted
existence, I never dreamt
belittled with no future
I stare at rustling
blank white shelter
I I I I I I I I I I I I I 
coming in search of
quiet sky, hurried from
noisy land, I can hear
even distant blowing winds of sea
Shooed away, I forgot dignity.Yet
I smile when cared by some,
I make urns that fill ashes,
art perfected by much
work, daily orders . I
think while working
how to tell my kids?
should I try to teach
alphabets, numbers,
rhymes? What for?
or should I make
them learn maps
to locate where
we are, or should
I tell that we are
news to all?
unknowingly,
I make sure, they learn to make urns
If they survive they need some skills 
To live by, and never to meet one’s eyes

His world versus Mine

His world is a rose garden, I nurture and grow
A place where emotions bloom, and feelings show
His heart is a river, flowing free
Stillness as a lake, and heals all aches

But my world...
my world is a maze, I even get lost in the haze
A language I Can't speak, a code hog-tied to crack
my thoughts are like a storm, I keep searching for calm
my walks like thunder, I keep searching for an acupuncture

But when the both worlds collide, there's a common ground
In the quiet, we hear each other's sound
We take a course navigating in the maze and the storm
And locate love that blooms, in a shared form

An Amazon Box

We expected an Amazon box, 
Which had toothpaste and sandals and socks,
Plus a few odds and ends
Which, when Amazon sends, 
Rarely ends up with stumbling blocks.

Yet the package, this time, never came
And we’re not really sure who to blame,
For the app said, “You’ll find
That the doorman had signed,”
But he didn’t, despite what they claim.

Finding someone to help was a chore – 
Service isn’t like it was before – 
But at last we were told
There’s a one-day long hold
So the whereabouts they can explore.

We will wait before calling their bluff,
Though I doubt that they’ll locate our stuff.
Once I thought they were great
But I’ve noticed, of late,
Amazon isn’t quite up to snuff.

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