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Mass censorship
is sadly all pervasive
to the uninformed
and relative luxury
smitten blind,
A World view bubble,
Idolatry, Idiocracy
Creates all sorts
of trouble
Stems from all sorts of
unexplained places,
to the ill informed
Coupled with government sanctioned vaccinations, impressed upon
an uninformed majority unwitting general public,
recruited by their lowered-IQ peers,
to pass on a sedate
mocking nonchalance
Destruction under the guise
of Litigation,
The masses unaware, willful ignorance,
ad infinitum
Intention is from cause
And vice versa
Actions revealing
what they wish to conceal
Providing a hitherto
unseen, unfathomable
creeping sickness
by subversion, attrition
Autism in the young and healthy,
Alsymers in the would be wise
and ageing,
much earlier by design
Agenda driven, driving the sane insane
at an insidiously unnatural pace
to an untimely early demise,
of our own species,
Yet not the one percent
Elite disillusionment being
enforced and branded
upon the rest
Humanity as we know it
Entirety of mankind,
That we the human race
may know
and be
emancipated from
this tyranny though benign
Subdued and docile - does not maketh any man,
Artificially Intelligent
or otherwise
Of organic genuine wholesomeness,
this must take precedence
and contains the blueprints of better futures for all
Bar none
Wake up sheeple,
Do not be the children
of the Lie,
wake up now.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
March 2019
The PoetTree
Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
"Hieronymus Dipped"
The neurochip sucked me like a lollipop ... mind first into the dream,
squeezed my thoughts out like tubes of candy coloured toothpaste
all over the deus ex machina, Hieronymus dipped his brush in
an attempt
to artificially convert me
call it, a “do-over”
I was his primary binary by all accounts
he liked my shades of light and dark
he led me further in,
This he painted on my tongue, “You a muse”
“me?”, I said
He tut-tutted, exasperated
to be exchanging such inane pleasantries,
“this could take some time to complete, I see.”
“how so?”, I smiled
“Dali expects a masterpiece,
and with you in mind,
this will never be...
no easy dream.”
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Artificial Intelligence grows and knows
As machines get taught to learn.
More and more machines decide what you would like
To watch next on Netflix or where to go on your next holiday.
Machines monitor your preferences all the time
Developing a profile to match with others like you.
So if your matched buddies watched similar movies to you
It is likely that you would like to watch the movie
They watched and loved, but which you have not seen yet.
It would save a lot of time if
An Artificially Intelligent buddy
Could be made that sat beside you
Monitoring and learning your every
Move, decision and preference.
A personal executive assistant on steroids.
The feed-back loops you provide and teaching given
Could make your AI buddy really, really smart.
Eventually becoming better than you
In dealing with the complexity and strain of modern life.
Computers are much better at dealing with complexity
And optimizing choices for multiple objectives.
It would be far easier and better to leave this stuff to them.
Perhaps a robot called HAL could follow you around
Like an R2-D2 dog,
An AI Buddy, truly and surely, a man or woman's best friend.
This fortress is overgrown with moss,
guarded from storms of selfishness,
when the waltz with winter left behind
a mausoleum covered in frozen dahlia dust.
Fading with scents of summer Jasmine,
peaches rot in a forgotten orchard,
where ivy strangles statues of past lovers,
whose infatuation drifted with nemesis clouds.
But, beyond the barricade
with every butterfly beat,
there is a sigh craving for comfort from
lips that will surrender this solitude.
My soul searches for Rumi's field of fairness,
where 'forever' is not just a gesture and
honesty is not hidden behind metaphors.
Yet, I wonder if love is a beautiful phenomenon
that will endlessly evade my grasp.
In this giddiness, I ponder
why romance is an abused cliché,
so should I gift my garden to another,
when petals I plant only perish?
Maybe, I am not worthy,
maybe, I seek for it in starry eyed fantasies,
where all bonds are evergreen -
but in reality most are moulded artificially
Confined inside the sanctuary of this heart,
behind a stubborn shield,
there is a love story where roses flourish,
alongside honeysuckle, untouched.
Knock to enter if you desire to cultivate,
not conquer through self-centred crusades.
Compose a chorus of internal birdsongs,
to revive extinct flowers. blossoming in my
oasis of kisses, only seen in your dreams.
A simple Sunday Musing. An example for the contest I am currently running.
17 May 2026
BEING HUMAN BEINGS
Some people are evil.
Maliciously.
Some people create drama. Monstrosities..
Some people have ulterior motives. Intentionally.
Some people have remorse.
An apology.
Some people have profound words. Poetically.
Some people are tree huggers.
Organically.
Some people have no common sense. Stupidity.
Some people are real religious.
Spiritually.
Some people are inmature.
Mentalities.
Some people die in crashes.
Fatalities.
Some people are ignorant.
Their just to blind to see.
Some people have a sixth sense.
Let's call it telepathically.
Some people feel sorrow for others.
Some would call that Sympathy.
But when people understand sorrow for others.
It becomes empathy.
Some people are real chill. We'll say Copacetically.
Some people are plain fake. AKA...Artificially.
Some people are solid.
Its called Solidarity.
Some people are single.
Its called singularity.
Some people take their last breath.
They are put in a cemetary.
Some people save their breath and never speak.
Monastery.
Some people are tone deaf.
They have No melody.
Some people dress real risque.
In other words quite provocatively.
Some people rise above the rest. That's what i call Quintessentially.
BUT......ALL.... PEOPLE....
Should love.
Unconditionally.
Demonstrate peace.
Peacefully.
Work.
Systematically.
Live.
Longevity.
Laugh.
Uncontrollably.
Respect others.
Diplomatically.
Throw away the hate.
Practice racial equality.
If We do all those things,
then the world we live in,
could be in,
perfect harmony.
Magazine madness of fashion obtuse,
Scantly clad teen’s covert abuse,
Circumvent moral by calling her model,
Grey line law’s favourite excuse.
Tick it and tock it,
And snappily chat,
Or X book of faces,
To summon the rat.
Where all indignation is vehemently expressed, where righteousness of self is digitally pressed, a mirror without flaw from which to throw stones, a facade without face or flesh or bones.
Artificial intelligence,
Artificial incantation,
Artificial infection,
Artificial indignation,
Artificial incandescence,
Artificial imagination,
Artificially incarcerates;
The innocents of nations.
Forgiven by your convenience,
Your need to gadget consume,
So yes their abuse is all your fault;
The fault of all in this room.
Illegal but one click away,
Ai can undress us all,
Immoral but here to play,
Yay for all our lovely tech,
What more can I say…
by David Nickle Read©2026
The phone call came on a Monday,
My wife had taken the day off,
I was working in the office
Dreaming about a round of golf.
For years we went about it naturally;
Then artificially we tired,
But pregnant we could not get;
My wife cried her poor eyes dry.
So we went down the adoption path,
Even though forty was in the rear view mirror;
The desire to nurture an infant
In my wife was never clearer.
The phone call came on a Monday;
We thought we’d have more time.
A baby boy was delivered that Sunday
In the last minute the mother made up her mind.
“Can you get on a plane to Chicago,
And pick up your baby boy?”
My wife nearly fainted at the sound of those words,
Overtaken with so much joy.
Nearly seven years have passed since then;
Our family grows stronger in every way.
Spencer was our special gift
When the phone call came on that day.
Mild dystopian cracks open
cobwebbed laden figurative door
to my super charged
subconscious shrouded self -
portal carelessly left ajar
steeped in dark shadows,
wherein spooky monsters creep
along edge of night,
outer limits of twilight zone
serve as makeshift restraining: bar
21st century alchemist busily massages
a fictional holographic projection
to contemplate car
re: ying the terrestrial firmament
into spasms of expiration, which whim far
fetched since the following conjecture
contrived within overactive imagination
of yours truly - such peculiar notions par
for the course sans striving
to become adroit
teasing out ethereal material
analogous to embrace
plasma up holding star
reed cosmic funereal invocation
loosing prognostication silencing war.
So without further ado
I offer to continue
embellishing literary above
iterated missive anew
for ye to ponder and brew
from a mister wordsmith
comprising wife as counterpart
complimenting beastie boy
aptly named duo motley crue,
whereat dwells within complex edifice
housing he who begat
offspring numbered uno and deux,
whereby this husbandly spouse i.e me
resembles a cross eyed
cryptogram solver
geeky long haired pencil necked geek
artificially inseminated yik yak
with fertilized egg of emu
unbeknownst to many edified readers
might consider myself brain cells few
explainable from being
chomped on by a carnivorous oldish gnu,
nevertheless unaffecting ability
to sire female progeny
re: guarding biological process
concerning human reproduction
viz ova linkedin with seminal glue
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
biological processes extant
from equator far north
to Inuit housed in igloo
nonetheless, genetic heritage
comprised predominantly of Jew
genealogy heritage indeed
Ask Jeeves, cuz he knew
with one very late Uncle Lou
who suffered mad cow disease,
and considered hims
a milch cow and frequently did moo
calf full when bovine brand new
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated
from the primate zoo.
I've lost my train of thought again.
Even if on trial, I tend to derail.
Even on track with Maglev intact.
I broke out in front long past bullet speed.
A bat out of hell, quick time villainy.
I recount losing that thought so quickly,
faster than Berry Allen feet velocities.
Cannot catch what's too fast to see.
Some people obviously say, "we are
only humans, that we are helpless to
our biologic afflictions."
Some would go as far to say, "All that
makes you unique, another would
attribute it to a genetic mutation.",
"Our own condition itself is human,
and we are victim to the will of nature."
A precious filtration system weed
out and decides what is best for
the preservation of a species. A
delicate process that isn't fool proof,
falling prone to error. Allowing zealots and
charlatans to artificially inseminate this process.
Removing naturality from the environment.
Entirely re-designing and gene splicing.
Easy baking babies made with test
tube gravy. Modifying the gene-pool
prioritizing Human logrolling,
steamrolling dormant efforts
in favor of biological engineering.
That shouldn't concern the terrain
originate. The soul of a future humanity
is part of the plans of Highest High.
What a sight to see, imagine the view
from the zenith peak? I'd tweak, my electrons
would be firing so fast the high multitudes
increase. The speed would like some ecstasy.
ecstatic till the static no different
from the TV screen. It gets hard to decern
when CERN keeps hadron colliding all of
our memories, effective immediate collectivity.
In times of bereavement there’s nothing stronger than your family to support you in the dark days that follow.
Quote by poet.
My wife and I were sat at home watching the news on TV
I noticed that she was quiet and was just staring at me
“Susan, are you okay"? I asked, I thought she had gone
I reached for my phone quickly and dialled nine one one.
The call handler said “Stay calm and we’ll be there in-five
I prayed for the first time in years, “ Please God keep her alive"
We arrived at the hospital, and she was put on life support
I imagined my life without her, and it was a horrible thought.
A doctor came into the room to tell me "We're keeping her alive
But she's had a massive stroke and she’s unlikely to survive"
He added " Our records show that she has a DNR in place"
It hit me how serious it was I could tell by the look on his face.
I remembered back to some years ago what she said to me
" My wishes are if I’m ill don’t let them keep me alive artificially
If I get to that stage don’t let me linger because my life is done
We've made happy memories over the years and it's been fun".
"Yes" I said, " She did sign a DNR, it was about ten years ago
It was her greatest wish that if she was so ill, that we let her go
I'll phone other family members so they can be here at the end"
It seemed so surreal that I might lose my soulmate and best friend.
Our son and daughters soon arrived, and they all sat at her side
A doctor came into turn off the machine that was keeping her alive
She became breathless and then still, I knew it was her time to go
Then a dark eerie silence followed and our tears started to flow.