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Greet Artificial Intelligence
to increase your excellence.
That doesn’t mean to be blind to pursue.
Being rational, always argue.
On your Common Sense have confidence.
Take advantage of AI, when seems perfect.
Enjoy AI in full taking assistance.
Of course Don’t destroy own intellect..
Accept AI to sharpen own skill.
Before using AI, make a fair deal.
Not to be overpowered by AI.
For benefits, AI to apply.
AI is created by human wisdom
amd has been scattered in broad spectrum.
Always under human instruction
Artificial intelligence to function.
It was a balmy night by the sea
the bar wasn't empty, nor was it full
I was on my 5th whiskey sour
it matched my mood
some days a detective
some days a writer
now and then even a poet
not much work these days
other than drinking whisky
writers block my current ailment
I stubbed out the cigar
cash was short, so saved the rest
for when I fall off the bar stool
writers block infects me
Then there she was
out of the corner of my eye
I spotted a beautiful blonde
dressed in red and white, with a touch of green
simply stunning
she sauntered up to the bar
sat right beside me
without even looking at her
I said, I have no money honey
if that's what you looking for
she replied, hey
cant a pretty lady buy a man a drink for once?
I started to like this lady!
I asked the typical
what's a beautiful gal like you doing in a dive like this?
she replied, usually waiting for a man to buy me a drink
tonight's the exception
then she went on about her manicures, her hair, botox
you name it she could talk about nothing
That's when it hit me!
I looked her right in the eyes and said
"you ever write before?"
she looked at me as if I asked her
if she ever went to the moon.
she goes hell no, I never even went to high school
Perfect I replied wanna go to my place?
now she smiled and said about time you asked
then there we are sitting at my kitchen table
naughty like she says, umm kinky but ok
I go sit down lady
you gonna help me write a poem ok?
now she looks completely confused
not knowing how to answer she goes
whatever floats your boat
for the next hour of so
she helps me write a poem
writers block solved
and my first experience
trying out this new
artificial intelligence thingy!
I love dumb blondes now!
the aspect of us
that navigates earth life
is concerned with body-mind
and so it should be too
for our well being
artificial intelligence
that dons thus an identity
is not who in truth we really are
but we have sunk so deep in stupor
that truth of our true self is now forgotten
to re-cognise the source of our aliveness
all we need to do is rest our lower mind
employing thought as an instrument
awareness self-aware animated
aglow in bliss suffused silence
devoid of thought, who remains
we then see that there is no one here
all that is, is our eternal awareness pristine
untouched and unblemished by desire
self-existent, in unending renewal
living light, in peace complete
08-June-2023
Imagine they find your bones
in a boggy field -
it happens all the time,
speaking of which,
time is your pocket handkerchief,
your wristwatch,
and your best evening pants
all reduced to insect dust.
Only a fragment
(a rust-addled skimpy second hand)
remains to be picked up
by the pale flesh
of a much more efficient brain
than you or your many cousins
ever had.
The rest of you is much scattered,
much distributed among the small
bog dwelling children of lesser gods.
Ten or a hundred years later they may find
a distant tooth with its crown intact,
later still, a being reports your broken jaw
unearthed by the sludging rain.
Will they then have enough of your head
to commence a plaster likeness of your
drunken grin after a cocktail party,
or will they find the rest of your skull
in a deeper layer of dirt
with an old crack across its dome.
Perhaps they will assume you died
at the hands of an axe wielding foe,
never guessing
you fell heavily off your girlfriends Honda
practicing one last incautious wheelie
on a minor road in darkest Derbyshire?
Will the few decimated parts of that Honda
be thought to be a primitive metallic skeleton
of an ancient sacrificial temple?
When the elements finally reveal
more fractured bits of you
will an artificial intelligence
reassemble your last moments
while misinterpreting
the age and time of your mediocre your life?
Will they solidify your that life
the way we reconstruct diorama’s
of mastodon herds grazing in tall grass,
while illustrating for dramatic effect,
menacingly concealed packs
of saber tooth tigers lying in wait.
Be very sure to care of your wrist watch,
for they who excavate your posterity
will probably misplace your existence
by at least ten thousand years,
not that you, like the mastodons, will care,
but they might.
My sleep stages are Moon phases combing
my limbic system, where I touch electric chords
singing my survival.
The words I compose dwell in privacy.
I blow the candles out after they are written.
And they wait, poised to be expressed.
But like a child in a nightmare,
I am naked before my audience.
My own words belong to someone else.
My lips move out of sync with my thoughts.
A.I. writes a better imitation of my poems.
It will speak its version of me,
parrot its empty parody of me.
You’ll enjoy its rendering of me
far better than me.
Like the first motion pictures,
The audience fears the A.I. train
will mow them down.
Magical thinking about flickering
images on a wall enlisted the same
primal fears as flickering algorithmic
texts.
But no phases of the Moon touch
them. No electric chords will sing, and
no privacy in candlelight is felt
in them.
Instead, we will forget that A.I.
was ever scary.
We will watch it mimic life
like reruns of
nearly forgotten movies.
Published: Caesura - Summer 2023
Sixty years since I was introduced to the concept of AI
but for many it seems more recent times since AI has emerged
All the so called boffins implement AI in daily use
today it's what is fashionably being urged
In my opinion it is all a load of BULL....but that's where this AI does arise,
AI, artificial insemination of farm animals. AI of today should be AU, artificial unintelligence,
that's how those who use it will end up if it enters, daily into their lives
Artificial intelligence , just another name for artificial insemination
impregnates the human brain as opposed to impregnation of a cow
I have no desire to utilise this unnecessary crap
become brain dead is what eventually will show
Honestly I can only read a few and when
I do my creative thinking flies right out
the window from illness weight loss pills
acne toe fungus to the dread of depressions
with flowers in the head seems to be watching
my every move some kind of artificial intelligence
waiting for thoughts to emerge I began scratching
my own head wondering if I have an entire
garden growing inside my skull like one
of those old toilet seats filled with weeds
pondering about the entrance way to old
man Miltons farm leading straight to an
abandoned bathtub covered with soil and
fresh cut daisies I like daisies I suppose
I'll plant a few outback until my writers
block ends stop that day dreaming gal
are you going mad no sir just a bit
drained after indulging in so many ads.
SAFELINK TracFone unanimously synonymous...
not only as my lifeline,
and connectivity insurance
with family, friends and strangers,
whereby yours truly
experiences virtual safety net
as would be true
for many purple people eaters,
when havoc unexpectedly strikes
triggering an emergency situation,
where life and death
as very uncomfortable truth
teeters in the balance
necessitate immediate intervention,
hence survival
of one mediocre bipedal hominid
within twenty first century,
not only requires
allocated government funding
for unlimited talk and text,
to brook intervention
allowing, enabling, and providing help
while I channel urgent plea
via telephonic wireless portal
or surfing the cyber sea
if in need of an
up to date telephone number
until that one day in the near future,
when logical integrated circuits,
albeit miniscule or near invisible bots
to the naked eye,
said telecommunication trappings
ideally, easily, and admirably
embedded within body electric
batteries not necessary
when capacity to energize lovely bones
emulates, jump/kickstarts,
and powers an uninterrupted
self sustaining feedback loop
courtesy subcutaneous
nearly microscopic solar cells
(similar in principle
to intrauterine devices)
generates ample electricity
with resistance from subjects
to communicate wirelessly,
which means every waking
and sleeping movement
grudgingly monitored,
thus surreptitious antics
possibly flagged for:
accusation of plagiarization,
barbarization of mine mien,
cannibalization of pet peeves,
demonization of politicization,
elation of short lived beneficence,
fictionalization of embedded chip insertion,
glorification qua state of art communication,
humanization of artificial intelligence,
idolization of electronic engineering,
jollification of electrons
kation of covalent bond.
adieu from,
matthew scott harris
Artificial intelligence is the future with more of the same
Just a more scary aggressive approach and a new look.
Racist bots, systematic manipulation and race based preferences as usual.
Bots claiming we are woke, bots claiming we are ghetto
Bots claiming we had something that looked like a weapon in our hand before it takes our breath,when it was a cellphone .
Bots complaining about DEI, bots profiling and bots even filling the jail cell disproportionately with people of color.
I don’t know if I am ready for this version of AI but it looks like it is coming..
I don’t see where it will benefit everyone or will it make things fair or life any easier.
More of the same just a different looking offender.
Changing Times
“The times they are a changin”
are lyrics in a Bob Dylan song
and I think that we can all agree
he surely wasn’t wrong
With Artificial Intelligence,
there’s no reason for us to think
and with robots replacing humans
we don’t need to pour our own drinks
I hear there’s an A.I. Jesus
who will forgive us of our sins
and drugs that when injected
will make our bodies thin
Driverless cars on the highways
packages delivered by drones
there’s no need to carry money
our cash is in our phones
Smart TVs and social media
have replaced the babysitter
and now we get all our news
from something we call Twitter
There’s no reason to go to the office
we can do it all from our couch
and now our mail comes to an inbox
not out of the mailman’s pouch
Old-fashioned dating is obsolete
now we find our mates online
and our babies are’t just conceived
they’re made to an explicit design
Our children have no childhood
They grow up way too fast
And before we even realize
Their future is already the past
Wer’e told that we should embrace
this ever changing world
But are we seeing real progress
Or our future being unfurled