Long Mainframe Poems
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A super computer
Is coming for my lines
It thinks faster than me
By several thousand times
First it was chess
I thought it my domain
I can’t compete now
It’s driving me insane
It’s better and better
Not awkward at all
Feed in an idea
Or Tale rather tall
No spelling mistakes
Grammar precise
The jokes on me
AI ain’t very nice
It can write copy
Or a hit song
Damn it’s so good
I want to sing along
But in the end
It’s no good you see
Writing what I write
Brings joy to me
Artificial Intelligence
No heart or a brain
I prefer human
Forget the mainframe
Inspired by a conversation on Poetry Soup about AI. Mystic Rose started the conversation.
I remember the day when comments were the main
They're all very instrumental to the Soup's mainframe
Some comments are influential that created other writes
And many were like tuition that kept us crisp and bright
But there now appears a drought growing larger every day
We need to increase our comments as they help us write our says
Maybe it's time for change, for the Soup to alter it's route
Many foundations have recently left, will others follow suit
The columns showing us the views, tells us nothing at all
How many have clicked on a poem thinking that's a bit of a trawl
So another poem was open and not a word was read
So basically the views are worthless, because comments are our thread
We can learn from our comments but we will never learn from the views
It's our democratic choice for all, of what we do and choose
Nothing stays the same for ever as it appears to be
It's still the worlds best poetry site, that's down to you and me
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-13.php
I remember fitfully,
Those verdant fields their
Yellow brushed cotton tips,
Gyrating, swirled to beauty,
sighing, undulating minute blades
infintesable allure wafted
on those white wattle nights,
even drained of sustenance
it still motioned to flower
as I am drawn to nigh.
Jaundiced paddocks replace
the suppleness of earth, where,
once green strands laid
like laurels on the dawn
Rich red particles of death
now pepper the ether,
unwonted limbs litter lanes
original ground now fallow
Trans morphed unholy Gaia
sits cackling next to Azimuth,
sons of the fathers, follow
the false prophets online
As their hands are filled
with knowledge of the world,
their heads are lackluster
gazing today after tomorrow
Good intentions are twisted
in a government mainframe,
planet earth screams succour
and only God is left to hear
but I'll ever remember,
viridescent pastures
millions of miles long,
breathlessly beautiful
before the tech triumph
life's last gasp of gorgeous
Pieces of me course through your veins.
I fog your thoughts.
I cause your pains.
I block the drains.
I pool within you, stagnant.
You break my surface and then,
only then do you see how toxic you are,
we are.
We travel so far,
plagues in the jetstream,
bugs in the mainframe,
a glitch,
a worldwide *****,
an unscratchable itch.
We are caught,
like an insect,
trapped beneath a glass,
on a window,
nowhere to hide,
all for the best,
all for scrutiny,
to be examined,
under the microscope,
under the hammer,
under the glare,
and for a minute there...
...I lost myself.
Form:
I remember one day
When i was young
To fly into space
As earths atmosphere's sprung
I have thought and thought
Of what it would be like
To build a spaceship
And finally take flight
Where would i start
And how would it look
Materials i would use
To be built by the book
Design is important
Although no drag would be there
A crew it would carry
To take us out there
Now let me think
Where do i start
Think like Noah
When he built the Ark
Strength is important
So it will be carbon fibre
With reinforced Aluminium
Lighter, but harder
When moulded and crafted
It will be delta winged
Fusion driven
This spaceship will bring
At Hypersonic speed
It's delta wings close
When it hits Mach 8
It's speed and elegance shows
It's mainframe computers
Will be IBM
Emblazoned on it's fuselage
The logo of them
My spaceship will carry
A crew of twelve
Disciples we will be
For out in space we will delve
How to build a spaceship
Thank you for reading the above
For it's journey will be
Earths futures peaceful white dove
My entry into Matt Caliri's contest " How to Build a Spaceship "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php
Charcoal Sheep
Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow! a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain.
Ba ba ba, sorta blackish, wishing I was right as rain.
Worlds accessed by my fingertips
help to quicken this sheepish heartbeat.
I bang on my keyboard, DELETE, DELETE!
Ripping out digital scores, sheet by sheet.
Never once listening to warnings.
All the while the other sheep bleat.
Instead I feel my brain drain
as my barnyard thoughts strain.
I can’t translate what they’re saying,
but I feel them point and complain.
My paradigm won’t shift though,
I have a glass ego to maintain.
So I download my brain
into my mainframe.
I’m watching you fake shepherd boy,
black sheep never sleep.
Into the darkness
we’re destined to creep.
We have those sad sadistic secrets
you’ve burdened us to keep.
So I smudge charcoal thoughts
dangerously deep.
I prefer paths, dangerous and steep.
Within the silence of the lambs,
you devilishly relish hearing me weep.
You defile fleece as white as snow.
I resist going where those sheep go.
Their path leads to your fictional rainbow.
They’re not safe even though
they travel slow.
The True Shepherd
wouldn’t lead them to and fro.
I listen to my uneasy queasy feeling
and exit your proverbial row.
I wish I could stop them too
but, ba ba ba,
off to the slaughter they go.
First printouts show Number One's, ahead,
a feigned smile fades to a small office,
two arms outstretched hold a desk instead,
one ponders deeply surprising spread,
one knew the field and tallies--cautious.
Too close for comfort--it is strangling,
for one with a compulsive pursuit,
an icon mirage, cause a fawning,
absorbs a sense of disbelieving,
divert attention, be as dilute.
Must be maintained for the next printout,
Cannot lose it--oh no not that--ME!
Aboveboard campaign? Not beyond doubt.
Positioning me a bit squeezed out,
Who? Someone closer -- an enemy!
Of course, C O R L E O N E, crafts of the art,
'twas pertinent familial ties ...
the joysticks hers, from the very start,
of course, mommy dearest -- M A T R I A R C H!
and what of I, fleas, or butterflies?
Will I be battered about, -- stepped on!
or will I be free to roam and be?
Yes sir, no sir, three bags from this pawn?
As I skimmed amongst colleagues ... the swan --
sees ... first print ... raised glasses, CHEERS, indeed!
The second printout's, more of the same,
she'll pull the puppet strings that she owned,
the final printout assured her claim.
Rumors state-rigged elections mainframe?
"By a narrow margin, We're dethroned?"
The Glamour Frosted Yin Pixies Sonnet
Fae realms unleash visions of the mighty
Pixies in bright orbs, dancing elements
Springtime's glowing spheres blossom merrily.
These radiant Pixies court petulance.
Faces bloom in flowers drawn on vectors.
Orbs offset the rhythm of creation.
Glamour-frosted forests gleam with mentors,
Humming Earth's song of breathing vibration.
Glimmergroves cloak realms where Faeries convey
Moonstone messages that softly whisper,
While elementals do rise to obey
Pixies Guarding their roots, soft and tender.
Our Pixie Kin wear green crowns that seem spellbound,
With petal-pink wings flapping all around!
The Radiant Pursuit of Yang Glitch!
Blazing light fuels hearths forever glowing.
Sunbeam of warmth flow forever to you.
Our emerald garden keeps on glowing.
Meeting the dawn with radiant pursuit.
Alluring ancient truths teach us lessons.
Old myths connect us deeply with the past.
A sacred glitch in matrix-bound heavens.
Is designed with algorithms that lasted.
Try to envision our starry future,
Offbeat, with golden codes in cosmic skies,
All within the deep mainframe computer,
Howling beneath the Hunter Moon's disguise!
My stunning starboard overture still rings,
Yielding the shimmer that crescendo brings!
Yielding the shimmer that crescendo brings!
I dig a spur of the moment
into the feral flanks of a rocking horse.
I belong to the stars
and the wide-open anywhere.
My heart belongs to Molly Maguire
a colleen from the low bog country.
No wait, this is a dream sequence
brewed to overflow at 3 in the morning.
The beery light is turning sour
as I check my watch for tics.
My problem is to many cookies
not the edible kind
the kind that clog up a computer
or a brain (same thing really).
When I struggle out of this muddled bed
I am going to get myself a deep scan,
clean up some dirty memories
so that I can plug into a sharper faster reality.
Might even rewrite this poem
into a clearer form of gibberish,
but will probably be too busy today
downloading a spinal cord
into my aching
and malfunctioning mainframe.
Me a zombie?
Never!
Just a viral doofus poseur,
Brainiac and hacker on the loose tapping into other genie lamps,
Wireless Stikbot floater skipping ID challenge.
Hurdles that authenticate saliva from a silicone palate.
Trojan horse webber getting kicks from pop up photos and their tick box phasers.
Magic putty slideshows arfe my fix,
Overlapping gotchas in the cryptic mainframe,
zapped on sight.
Cookies nerd obsessive, parasitic nibbler on limitless net feeds,
Humanoid, human void,
vacuum mouse pad tracker ball bane.
Foxy email phisser,
wolf amid the Wiki swathes at random,
memory never full.
Sabouteur who pinpoints rootkit channels,
silently installing gridlock pixels deep freeze.
But I am not a robot,
just some micro chip app monger, macro chip on shoulder and those other parts designed by desktop surgeons,
sideline sci-fi wise guy not so wise,
hi-tech buff illusion in a hall of mirrors dash into the ether.
Me this CoderDojo mass encryption tangle,
blue moon barcode surfer, Janus-faced,
mutant bit part player who has somehow lost his byte!
Written January Twenty First Twenty Twenty