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If you find this verse slightly apocalyptic, don't despair. We are not there yet. But the trend has started
Mankind, on the brink of change
We're at the cusp, robotics age
Lives, work and love be re-arranged
The world stares down a yet blank page
No, nothing will be as we used to
Computer brains solving all
Insert itself our minds into
Not like a breeze but as a squall
This automation will be scary
When fix your car and buy the food
The changeover rather hairy
"It will be for your own good"
A.I. knows all of your demeanor
More than you're knowing of yourself
To act as guard, assistant, screener
But also master in itself
The jobs be lost. Don't need as many
Good working skills - A.I. is king
They will be gone like U.S. penny
The change is what new age shall bring
Controlled by phones and computers
No longer conscious what we see
Hey, women, men're no longer suitors
As if all guys are swept to sea
Robotics ends the "loving troubles"
Those wanting sex will find it cheap
While marriage heads to utter rubbles
Girls shall be left alone, to weep
The feminism shall be finished
Good wives, be clinging to thy men!
Deranged dames be diminished
Caprice, delusion equals ban
"The intellect grows kids in vitro"
Oh, ladies, time to change your mind
Be meek and loyal, as in retro
Or find yourselves be left behind
Men opt for freedom, solace, money
Them choosing peace is way to go
Build fewer families, unfunny
And populations shrink, not grow
A pension doled to all the living
No jobs be left in one's old field
Expect no longer earn a living
Perhaps a fate to be unsealed
Computers write software and verses
The actors dead to play again
Gene mods avail age reverses
And there will be no more pain
My verse describes the thinnest sliver
Of what is coming down the pike
The Earth beneath our feet shall quiver
Choose to accept it or dislike
January 18, 2026
A Knight from the vast Kingdom
of The King of Holy Throne.
Michael slept within a castle
on beds of peat moss, and of loam.
His face was sedimentary,
though laughter mapped its course.
And his gleaming hair cascaded,
much like a Viking of the Norse.
His raiment wasn’t fancy.
No silk nor satin hose.
But his mind was quick as silver
and his heart was pure as gold.
Cloaked without, by a robe of integrity.
Fortified within, by a will of steel.
He wielded the Sword of Justice,
while holding Truth up as his shield.
Saint Michael’s crusade was legendary,
as was the power of his sword.
Forged to slay the inner dragons,
in reverent service to our Lord.
Countless times the blade was tested,
for malice dwells not on defeat.
Never lacked he for contenders,
disciples of rumors and deceit.
Bad Rumor sowed the seed of doubt
within the mind of man.
Watered from the trough of spite,
he conceived his evil plan.
Each rancid seed that sprouted
grew to a bud of tarnished mail.
Thus, shrouded by corrosion,
he sought corruption to prevail.
When Rumor heard of Saint Michael,
his phosphorous eyes lit up with hate.
Armed with his pitchfork and scythe,
he charged through his hellish gates.
Targeted by dark ambition,
saddled by vicious greed,
he raced upon the clouds fate,
engulfed by jealousy.
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Michael felt the evil presence
and strapped on his Mighty Sword.
Then he rode off to a clearing,
in the sweet realm of The Lord.
Rumor attacked with animosity,
his trident held, as if a spear.
But as the Sword of God unsheathed,
Rumor was lanced by sudden fear.
Michael raised the Sword of Eminence
as if to pierce the sky.
While sunlight sparked along its blade
a beam smote Rumor’s eye.
Blazing light seized Rumor’s mind.
It seared his ravaged soul.
And when the inner battle ended,
Rumor’s heart was charred to coal.
As Saint Michael wiped soot and ashes
from the length of his trusted sword,
his eyes fell upon the hilt
to runes inscribed there, by The Lord:
“May The Force be your faith
May your spirit know The Lamb
May Love guard your heart
May The Light guide your hand.”
Across the valley the gentle meadows lay
The lush grass would grow and then become hay
But for now on guard the poppies stood
Their masses formed lakes of deep red blood.
Battalions of olive trees standing still
Stretch across the landscape from hill to hill
In the bright summer sun this sight never stops
Until beneath the horizon the blazing orange ball drops.
The forest stands through seasons galore
Proud oak, elm, ash, beech and sycamore
Naked skeletons of trees are there to be seen
Until their bodies are clothed in shades of green.
Winter’s gloom gives way to the hopes of spring
Mating swallows and swifts soar, swoop and sing
Early blooms are marshalled to answer their call
See bright yellow carpets of daffodils all.
A becalmed ocean to the horizon reaches
Nothing stirs and no sign of any beaches
A cloudless sky touches its watery friend
Thus a rich blue palette is formed in the end.
High on the tops the rugged moors stood forlorn
Then snow and fog are vanquished in the new dawn
A warming sun nurtures the moistened peat
And with it heather casts her violet sheet.
Nature’s colours of red, orange and green
And yellow, blue and violet will soon not be seen
They converge to form one uniform light
For in the winter the land is simply snow white.
A selfish man protects his family
like a guard,he contemplates the welfare
of his beloved family members,endures pain happily
THEY ARE A HAPPY FAMILY
A self obsessed labor focuses
on his work,pays no heed to others
accomplish task,within a given time, to grab bonus
HIS WORK IS FLAWLESS
A selfish teacher persuades his students
to assimilate the tough chapters,and make them
fathom the subject, to gain self esteem and improvement
STUDENTS BECOME KNOWLEDGABLE
A selfish politician indoctrinates his followers
by his bewitching words to procure their full support
and intentionally resolve their problem to retain his power
THE COUNTRY FLOURISHES
The selfish soldiers possess patriotism,sustain
in the inconsistent weathers,tolerate rain and heat
to fortify their nation,never allow the opponents to win
PEOPLE ARE PROTECTED
We are all inherently selfish,no doubt in that
Showing concern for our family,friends,pets,nation,
But,in fact we need to become the selfish human beings
to take care of the beautiful planet we live, to halt
the wars between the countries,rationing the food
with our fellow beings and to share resources
After all,we all belong to one planet.We are already the selfish men,politicians,soldiers and why don't we become selfish human beings?
This is my hundredth poem.
I honestly never thought,I would reach 100. I am so glad to be here.It is all because of the poetry soup members.So many talented poets are here and I am learning a lot from you. More than anything else,it's your encouragement that made me write.Thank you so much for your encouragement and support...
Since the year fourteen five,
In a little Swiss town,*
There’s a job that will earn
All who do it renown.
From the top of the church
(A cathedral, no less)
Someone calls out the time
In a formal address.
Once an hour, this guard,
Called a “night watch” will yell
Just as soon as the sound
Fades away from the bell.
With a lantern held high
He will scour the land
Making sure that no fire
Or crime is at hand.
This employment has been,
Since the year it began,
Meant for all who applied,
Meaning any loud man.
But a change has occurred
And, ignoring the past,
Now a woman’s been named
As the “night watch” at last.
Up the one hundred fifty-three
Steps she will climb
Where she’ll do what she can
To make up for lost time.
*Lausanne
She cut the ties
The good
The bad
The menopause
Finally, the long pause
Followed by the loneliness
Days became weeks, became months
It was time
Life begins at forty
Did it, end at forty-six
Swanky bar
Lights, music, fear
She felt that drowning sensation
Maybe to early
She felt eyes upon her
Smiling, teasing, no words
Her guard was up
It’s impolite to stare
Sorry, I was undressing you
Never in her life
Reality hit home, indignant
And tell me, how far did you get
All the way down to your inhibitions
Twenty-three years worth, she thought
The ice was broken
Tom was the first
John wouldn't be the last.
" The One"
How do you know
When you've found the one
That makes your darkness
Feel like the sun
Your other half
Through the good and the bad
How do you feel
When its meant to be
And you feel it with certainty
Then you know
Love will show
It won't go
Have you ever found that one you meet
Who somehow makes your life complete
Isn't it fun
When you found that one
Found that one
Yes you have
Found that one
That makes you glad
The best you've ever had
Even when you feel alone
They'll be your strength make you strong
Your better better half
Aren't you glad
You've found the one
Its strange
How that one can be
Every thing that you dreamed they'd be
And more
You adore
Who they are
Never thought feelings would get this far
Its amazing and it feels so good
To finally be understood
By your mate
This is great
Found the one
Yes you have
Found the one
That makes you glad
The best you've ever had
Even when you feel alone
They'll be your strength make you strong
Your better better half
Aren't you glad
You've found the one
(Hook)
That one
Have you found them
Always,want to be around them
Inseparable
That's you and I
That one has caught my eye
Captured my heart
Let down my guard
Made me see finally being with that one is not that hard
Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Repeat chorus until fades
By: Concetta Hardnett
11/22/14
7:40 p.m
Just once I want to matter
I wonder what that’s like
To be the one prioritized
To be first in someone’s life
I want to be heard
And for my feelings to count
I want to be understood
Isn’t that what love is all about
Why do I keep choosing men that don’t seem to choose me
It’s like I’m sitting in my corner
Waiting for something that’ll never be
Did I put myself here
All alone with no comfort
From just one person that I thought mattered the most
I just want the same effort
I don’t think that’s too much to ask
But apparently it is
I think I’ve given up on love
it if it all comes down to this
Why do I let my guard down
If there’s no one there to catch me
I’m falling by myself
It’s just not meant to be
I expect too much
And I hold out for so little
I didn’t realize it until now..
That..
I can’t be the one to change them
They have to want it for “us”
So far that hasn’t happened
No wonder I don’t trust.
Am I lacking somehow
I can’t help but wonder
Is it me or them
I just feel like I’m going under
I feel like such a fool
Now I’m stuck with no where to go
I don’t even know what to do
Even though I’ve been here before
Many times over
It’s the same game
And I’m tired of playing it
I know it’s time to walk away
He enters in via the shadows of night
While the world is sound in its sleep
Snatches that which goes bump in the night
The Profiteer of everyone's dreams
Tosses them into his silken bag
Heads down to the market place
Sells the dreams to the highest of bids
Nightmares bring double the price
If you awaken with no recollection
And wonder what it could possibly mean
Your dreams were taken and sold in the night
Now others are dreaming your dreams
So guard yourself while you are sleeping
The subconscious can be easily deceived
Into giving away all that it's saved
To the Profiteer of everyone's dreams
Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty
a country gal, ran away to the city
Worked in a bar, dancing on tables
beat shovelling sh-it, in Pa’s stables
Looks for love, but only finds bums
lowlife gamblers, in rundown slums
Go back home
not a chance
One day soon
find romance
Porcelain doll, life’s becoming gritty
rent’s due, ain’t nothing in her kitty
All knocked up, mascara streaking
bloodshot eyes, skin’s unappealing
Sleeps in the pines, winter it snows
crystallised tears, angel eyes froze
Barely alive
baby’s dead
No way back
no warm bed
Porcelain doll, face’s the committee
lunatic asylum, nobody shows pity
Shock treatment, four hourly dose’s
prison guard lesbians, with halitosis
broken doll, made one bad decision
they chipped her head, thin incision
Eyes don’t blink
stare at space
No expression
just a doll’s face
By
David Kavanagh