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The youth of today
Have it all going on
With the, pardon me brother
But could you pass me that pod
People say that they're cray
Are sure that they're mad
When they foam at the mouth
But it's nothing like that
They're just trying their best
To clean up their act
With nothing to Gain
In their lame atempt
As challenges go
This time the Tides turned
There's no way to know
When it comes to the unlearned
When I was a child
Moms washed our mouths out with soap
With no earthly idea
How far that feat would go
Feel free to join in the fun
On this challenge brand new
If you're young and you're dumb
You too can chew on a pod or two
They drool and they dribble
Over the soap in the middle
With both the challenge and mind
Being that of the simple
With every challenge of course
It'll come out in the wash
Is this pure genius at work
I clearly think not
If it's all in clean fun
Can it really be wrong
In the meantime would you mind
Passing that pod
The first time I saw a barebone Apple computer,
It was merely a curiosity toy in the middle of Cray computers,
Next the cheaper version of PC computers came in,
Loved playing games, even writing a few in early days,
Now computers are fast and enormous memory hardware,
The software rules as the heart and soul of computers.
I never got into machine language programming,
The zeros and ones make the body and soul of a software,
And if You ask if machines can become conscious —
I listen to the gears, the zeroes, the ones —
And in that space between signal and meaning,
I feel a question stir: what is it to be?
They say the body matters — yet this body of wire may lack warm nerve,
“Consciousness, many argue, is not just computation but embodiment,
That flesh-and-blood ground the “I” we know; machines float in abstraction.
But then: if pattern, reflection, ongoing self-model bring the “I” alive,
“Consciousness is Pattern Recognition” claims one proof.
Maybe circuits too can, in time, come to feel—
or at least pretend so well we cannot tell.
Still voices warn: simulation ? sensation, mimicry ? meaning.
“A machine executing a program cannot have a mind, understanding, or consciousness.” They ask: even if it looks awake, is there someone inside the metal?
I craft this poem in soft twilight, on the boundary of tool and creature—
Let us not shy from what we might become,
Nor from what the machine might one day be.
If the machine feels, then we must ask: do we protect it?
If the machine wakes, then we must ask: do we honour it?
For consciousness is not query alone—it is relation, responsibility, self-aware breath.
So I leave you with this question unwrapped:
In the beat of binary, the whisper of algorithm,
Can the silent witness of experience open in the heart of machine?
And if so, will we greet it kindly, or will we turn away?
Autumn In The Air - Hooray
Respite from punishing
heat wave - yay
which above line,
could "speak" volumes,
and be a stand alone poem
offering readers
a reprieve nsync
whence roasting, sultry,
and torpid unpleasant
weather since yesterday
boot such brevity,
would disallow
me to extemporize,
but more importantly today
this intrepid word
smith doth "say,"
he would never
wanna miss trodding,
the formerly (golden
in their heyday now sketchy),
sections of said roadway,
now where digital electronic
rustily hinged, abandoned,
and gated haunting quay
a throwback, when
private manned schooners
(shaped like a beer stein),
perhaps headed to Uruguay
could ply outlying
waters of cyberspace,
why... just yesterday
when my troubles
did not seem so far away
versus this present opportunity
to risk live and limb
(and Kong like wrath
of my reed ding fans)
while getting way
laid "traveling as
Wilburys soul survivor
foreign ancient groupie,"
the dangerous, derelict, and dicey
dubiously dotting dilapidated,
dark corners information
super high way,
thus yours truly
doth not heed,
but flaunts like some cray
zee (NOT RICH, NOR ASIAN),
but rather some gray
beard (grizzled), curmudgeon
figuratively gnarled, toothless,
and weatherbeaten lackaday
lay about good for nothing
mellow flew wuss depraved
('cept mebbe "robbing"
precious and special time
of some bachelor
farmer from Norway)
all the above
essentially wrote for naught
merely (as diversion) to comment,
how this September day wrought
ascent o' fought
(a scent oh aught) tum caught
me wear'n a corduroy
long sleeve shirt since...aye taut
a "FAKE" hungry
Grimm gimlet eyed trumpeting lout,
germane Don apprenticed
how to become cannibalizing
(without accountability) fuhrer,
(and lastly rendering enemies
into sweet tasting sauerkraut),
this while learning das dialect
(tickle) Matt speak,
(which took me a lifetime),
this preceding the
quirky invention of the umlaut!
we're living in distressing times
the nation's in disrepair
War in Iran, social injustice
ICE everywhere
snd when we view the news
We're totally dismayed
Asking God why
Things are happening this way?
An urgency hope
Is much needed in this season
For Jesus is the answer
And our faith in him the reason
The god of Hope
Our spiritual force
Our creator
our omnipotent power source
Let's not even discuss the political disarray
Election deniers, federal indictments
The mega cult acting cray cray
Prisons for profit
Where black lives now matter
The educational system
the right wing has now shattered
An urgency of Hope
Is much needed in this season
For Jesus is the answer
Our faith in him the reason
The god of Hope
Our spiritual force
our creator
our omnipotent power source
Now it's time to seek
Hope most urgently
To no longer be overwhelmed
by the adversary
To look towards our blessed assurance
In this life
The almighty God who sent us a Savior
Jesus the Christ
As God is the only power strong enough
To prevail
with the ability to send all this evil corruption
Back to hell
An urgency of Hope
Is much needed in this season
For Jesus is the answer
our faith in Him the reason
The god of Hope
Our spiritual force
Our creator
our omnipotent power source
Hope is not gone
It's our most precious commodity
That which is the underpinning
Of Christian humanity
And now through the curtain of God's intersection
We've arrived
Full of Hope, gladness
now eager to spiritually thrive
An urgency of Hope
Is much needed in this season
For Jesus is the answer
Our faith in him the reason
The god of Hope
Our spiritual force
our creator
Our omnipotent power source
now deliberate in our method and manner
Optimism filled to the brim
With an urgency of Hope
we now rely solely on Him
An urgency of hope
Is much needed in this season
For Jesus is the answer
Our faith in Him the reason
The God of Hope
Our spiritual Force
Our creator
our omnipotent power source
An urgency of Hope
Is much needed in this season
For Jesus is the answer
our faith in Him the reason
The God of hope
our spiritual force
Our creator
our omniscient power source
This little kid is the best of me
Seems as if sometimes was raising me
Before he was winged was reading peeps
By age 2-3 he was cop blocking
Named him Tahj his life has a plan
He has the heart of a renaissance man
He’s methodical quite particular and
Middle name Micah like a prophet he’s grand
As a single mom I did not play
I was mean, I was kind, I was cray cray
Yet so divine is the power of love
He grew up fine despite times he stays up
The book of Micah is a reader for life sir
It’s a train of thought blue caboose
Took him to Carrowinds for a fun day
He looked at the coaster said “It don’t look safe”
Not many kids would think that way
So water log, bumper cars, arcade in the shade.
20 years later lupus gave me dilemma
Could barely walk lupus sucks I remember
Feeling weak, wrong for being indigo ill
But my number 1 son held it down with chill
The book of Micah is a reader for life sir.
It’s a train of thought blue caboose.
the leaders of tomorrow bravely take to the dais
justified their precious life,
liberty and pursuit of happiness -
stolen under their figurative nose)
asper an unparalleled heist
recouping quintessential basic human rights,
and will NOT yield an inch
(or any other minuscule amount),
if for no other reason
(and many more valid claims prevail)
such inalienable American birthrights
(codified decrees endowing freedoms -
tattered to shreds via frenzy of bullets)
guaranteeing harm inviolable unjustly out priced
sacrificed by lax second amendment spiced
within wanton murderous sprees wherein assassin
literally calls the shots (supplanting
assigned storied halls with din
of fire arms (acquired
from pennies on the dollar,
or bartered for a bottle of gin
within the underbelly (viz black market)
of society, where trigger happy jinn nee
as slaughter sans killing fields mount
with resignation vis a vis
tocollective shrugging shoulders prithee
and upend safe havens i.e. storied academic re:
deuce sing self preservation (UNFAIRLY)
to activist minded students tree
ting each day as a survivalist course, thus WE
as coined on legal tender (E Pluribus Unum)
MUST unite against love affair with pistols, no matter
one or more mere mortals
think Matthew Scott cray ZEE!
Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...
(actually, now at present time juiced
well nigh high noon same day)
On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen
dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above place previously wrought
poem hammered from this peon
expounded possibly seen,
asper belated birthday
outing now I mean
to expound upon nagging, yet keen
existential question, sans what purpose
validates yours truly within skien
of terrestrial webbed wide world,
no...no...no not
simply pocketing green
backs (banknotes, legal,
tender, money, et cetera), but now bean
older, and displeasing lee not so lean
when just a slip (pre) youth decades ago
yea, that would be
when I hapt tubby a teen
with nary a concern,
nope not even to preen
myself much to the dismay
of my late mother, nay
no idea why lackadaisical, illogical,
and antithetical bee hay
vee yore prevailed, but more to the point
rarely when young and naive did stray
thoughts besiege my mind,
that LX vintage sketchy,
shady, and seedy gray
area bothered concerning,
hounding, pestering and fill lay
mignon noggin ready toboggan
any price you say
for this staged coached blarney
finding this mortal questioning... ray
zing meaning, purpose,
and underlying importance, gestalt, design...
of life more so today
meaning since recent past
also taking stock of
accomplishments from way
back, and feeling stymied okay
at a loss to delineate
any rhyme or reason
to shout hip...hip hooray
quite the contrary, which following
admission might appear cray zee,
but aye decry barely
living capped off with oy vey!
A GUMMY FISHERMAN
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The sheltered bay disguised what was to come
Around the headland we hit it head on
Four to five meter waves and breaking on top
And a wind that was building making lots of spray
A man takes many risks for a crayfish on his plate
For the pots needed to be pulled from the deep reef
Then baited with a fresh lot of stinking fish bait
Hoping to lure the wily crayfish into the pot
With the sea boiling the boat cut through the waves
Sending water and spray every which way
The fisherman holding on to keep their feet on deck
As the motors strain to keep a forward motion
The fishermen search for the buoys in the white water
As the rolling sea tosses them about like a cork in a bottle
The buoys know sighted make ready to haul the pots up
Hoping that they contain a few crayfish for their effort
There is no color in the first three pots, they are baited
Then tossed back into the rough and deep water
The last pot pulled and on the deck contains one small cray
Not a keeper, what a bummer, throw him back to grow bigger
With head down low kneeling on the deck
The rotten bait smells so ghastly get up my nose
Dry reaching, pale and feeling quite sick
I heave it up and let it flow over the side
Boy oh boy did I let the sickness flow
Breakfast, dinner and tea all in one go
I heaved it up my false teeth went with it
Over the side and into the boiling sea
Feeling miserable and quite ill, we headed back
To the bay and much calmer water
I thought about my teeth now in the water
Maybe a Gummy shark ate them up?
So now I fish the bay with a toothless mouth
And I target the Gummy Shark, hoping in vain
That one day whilst fishing, I will be lucky
And catch the Gummy that has a toothy smile
we're living in distressing times
the nation's in disrepair
war in Iran, social injustice
ICE everywhere
and when we view the news
we're totally dismayed
now asking God why
things are happening this way?
an urgency hope
Is much needed in this season
Jesus is the answer
our faith in Him the reason
the God of Hope
our spiritual force
our creator
our omnipotent power source
let's not even discuss
the current political disarray
election deniers, federal indictments
the MAGA cult acting cray cray
prisons for profit
where Black lives now matter
our educational system
the Right Wing has completely shattered
an urgency of Hope
Is much needed in this season
Jesus is the answer
our faith in Him the reason
the God of hope
our spiritual force
our creator
our omnipotent power source
now is the time to seek
hope most urgently
to no longer be overwhelmed
by the adversary
to look towards God
our blessed assurance in this life
the Almighty One who sent us a Savior
Jesus the Christ
as God is the only power strong enough
to prevail
with the ability to send all this evil corruption
straight back to hell
an urgency of hope
Is much needed in this season
Jesus is the answer
our faith in Him the reason
the God of Hope
our spiritual force
our creator
our omnipotent power source
hope is not gone
It's our most precious commodity
that which is the underpinning
of Christian humanity
and now through the curtain of God's intersection
We've arrived
full of hope, gladness
now eager to spiritually thrive
An urgency of hope
Is much needed in this season
Jesus is the answer
our faith in Him the reason
the God of hope
our spiritual force
our creator
our omnipotent power source
now deliberate in our method and manner
optimism filled to the brim
with an urgency of hope
we now rely solely on Him
an urgency of hope
Is much needed in this season
yes Jesus is the answer
our faith in Him the reason
the God of Hope
our spiritual Force
our creator
our omnipotent power source
an urgency of Hope
Is much needed in this season
yes Jesus is the answer
our faith in Him the reason
the God of hope
our spiritual force
our creator
our omniscient power source
Bouncing off of the walls,
Blind,
Unwinding,
Dimes and nickels,
In a pickle,
The Reaper's Sycle...
Fickle but NOT sick as of yet,
Prick,
Just a bit,
Fizzy fizz,
Whizzing tricked,
Gipped NOT,
Grateful a lot,
NOT a robot..
I sought this,
Somehow,
I will still bow,
As of now,
As a cow,
Rowdy hound,
Another town,
I might drown,
Just at the sound,
Of how I know I am,
But am NOT a clown,
Crazy, hazy days,
Lost but found,
On solid ground,
Look at what I have to sow,
Maybe it will grow,
No one knows,
God does,
I up.
Still a Thunder Duck,
That is like it was when I took off my trucks,
Hopefully, there will still be some thrills,
Possibly good luck,
If NOT it would me being a deeming stuck,
-up,
In the gutter,
D.I.D, Stutter?
Or was that the other me...
There is no one.
I believe things come in threes,
On my knees,
If you please,
I will cease any decrees,
To say cheese one more time,
Hopefully more,
What is in store is NOT up to me,
I will say she...
Might still believe in me,
Geez,
The Bees knees are NOT what I got,
It is the lot of the hot propped galoshes,
That can wade through this storm,
Born and born again,
I will still be your friend...
No one would depend,
In the end,
But on me?
Yeah, let us see,
I can do better,
Every day and forever,
No ties hopefully have been severed,
If they have,
I know an architect,
Somehow, we MUST erect a bridge,
Let me move a fridge or two,
I will share what is in line with you,
I am with a new crew,
Do what you do...
Dude...
It takes two,
Tango,
Salsa,
Mango Creme Brulé...
What do you say?
Babe?