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random thought
about bought
lesee i let a i o u
tune my poems
& it's so true
entomb my tomes
now for guilt
wrapping quilt
or satisfaction or both
placate faction doth
i don't write know more
blank white boar 
less than not
in ending this
game of rot
composting fbook
if you care to look
just don't kiss
any dyslexic
mix or be sic
sans which rye
on rub in put in pi
know where going
less point more thumb
all ready now showing
orange ain't knew dumb
can't get past
third weak
sans rubbing cash
praytell pay less
peter's pall
merrikka stall
must get this sin
don't kill venezuelan
since rus needs busy be
now that you crane 
has no see
but blown apart brain
an wouldn't want sia
defend with weapon i ran
brics expect expand
wooden wont bee ya
all drunk
aslib progressive punk
hanging hard 
on mccarthy card
ptsd owns petard


Premium Member Artificial Intelligence

AI isn’t singular,
it’s a conglomeration 
of all the algorithms 
since nineteen hundred and fifty
when the imitation game
computed machinery and intelligence,
followed by checkers
followed by thinking machines
followed by LISP. 

My only question: 
has Artificial Intelligence 
learned how 
to cook a goose?

NOTES

LISP: an abbreviation of "list processing” a family of programming languages.

1950: Alan Turing publishes "Computing Machinery and Intelligence," proposing the "Imitation Game" (Turing Test) to assess machine intelligence.

1952: Arthur Samuel creates a checkers program that learns to play better over time, marking early machine learning.

1956: The Dartmouth Conference officially launches AI as a field, with John McCarthy coining the term and bringing researchers together to explore "thinking machines".

 Late 1950s-1960s: Early AI systems like the Logic Theorist (proving math theorems) and the Perceptron (an early neural network) are developed, alongside the creation of the LISP programming language. 

~From AI Overview (AI giving a history about itself.. Can we trust it?)

Progress

Progress
by Michael R. Burch

There is no sense of urgency
at the local Burger King.

Birds and squirrels squabble outside
for the last scraps of autumn:
remnants of buns,
goopy pulps of dill pickles,
mucousy lettuce,
sesame seeds.

Inside, the workers all move
with the same très-glamorous lethargy,
conserving their energy, one assumes,
for more pressing endeavors: concerts and proms,
pep rallies, keg parties,
reruns of Jenny McCarthy on MTV.

The manager, as usual, is on the phone,
talking to her boyfriend.
She gently smiles,
brushing back wisps of insouciant hair,
ready for the cover of Glamour or Vogue.

Through her filmy white blouse
an indiscreet strap
suspends a lace cup
through which somehow the nipple still shows.
Progress, we guess, ...

and wait patiently in line,
hoping the Pokémons hold out.

NOTE: This poem is almost entirely fiction. There was a Pokemon craze when my son Jeremy was a little boy, and I did see birds and squirrels foraging in parking lots from time to time (and sometimes fed them myself from my car’s window), but everything else is fiction. On the rare occasions that I went to a Burger King, I would go through the drive-in, so I wouldn’t have known who the manager was, or how much time he/she spent on the phone. I think the poem probably started with the image of birds and squirrels squabbling for scraps of food in a parking lot as I waited in a line of slow-moving cars, then evolved as I imagined the hassle of going inside to “speed things up.” Keywords/Tags: America, Americana, American, culture, society, vanity, youth, progress, fast food, video games, Pokemon, MTV, music videos, glamour, models, supermodels, fashion, transparency, see-through, bra, breast, nipples

Premium Member Meghan Markle

How obnoxious is Meghan Markle?
The one who married Royalty, with a
ring that makes a whole room sparkle?

Turns down flowers from her Caucasian
father? 
Then makes a video insulting her mother-in-
law, Elizabeth, the Queen, why bother?

Melissa McCarthy, playing the Queen?
She should only have such class.
A foul-mouth, tawdry comedianne, and 
Hollywood and the Woke Crowd just laughs 
and gives her a loving pass?

To such depravity and grossness, we do
howl right along?
Tell, me do, whatever became of honor
and respect, as crudeness is our new 
national song!

I pray both do come to their right mind.
Disrespect for parents in any form is both 
ungrateful and most unkind!



                           8-8-2021
                                ~1~

                  Commandment Four:
         Honor Thy Father and thy Mother

Edited. Apolologies for having her first name spelt wromg!
KUDOS to Tom C for telling me. Thank you,
Form: Rhyme

Old Doc Taylor

Many years ago in Redwood as a boy and a man
I’ll tell you the story as fast as I can
About a remarkable person, really special in fact
Who made up for the townspeople, everything they lacked
He was the town Doctor
Saw through many fears
Helped raise the town
For three score and fifteen years
Delivered all of Mrs McCarthy,s babies, fourteen in all
Removed Mr Browns Gallstones, whilst he was lying in his hall
Brought over two hundred children into this world
No wonder his hair was grey and slightly curled
Walked everywhere to somewhere never drove at all 
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
Always at hand for everybody,s needs
Just could not help but do people good deeds
I remember when the Pox took many lives away
Bus old Doc Taylor, he saved the day
No thought for his own safety, always around
With a kind word and his medicine abound
Most people could not pay but he did not care
To serve all his days , always to be there
That was his life no time for romance
Married to the community, had no second chance
Miss Betty his secretary , loved him no less
Always nearby in a pretty red dress
Though he never noticed, she did not mind
She knew the real man, one who was so kind
During the War when he left to serve
Fought for his country, he had a lot of nerve
Saved man a soldier, thanks to him many came home
It was down to Doc Taylor, they were still able to roam
Came the great winter of thirty nine or so
Many were left stranded caught out in the snow
But Doc did not worry, he was still content
Fighting the elements, if people needed him, so off he went
Came the night of the great Blizzard, whole town buried alive
It would be a miracle if anyone survived
Every one was saved except one who was lost
Alone, out in the snow and the frost
Three weeks later the great thaw came about
People could move, get out and about
But down by the mill, under a blanket in the dirt
We found Doc,s frozen body , he looked so sad and hurt
Frozen to death, out helping others
Tears were shed by us all, brothers, sisters and mothers
This great man had given his life for ours
Trying to help in the end, taking medicine and flowers
To old Mrs McCarthy, having number fifteen
The bonniest baby you have ever seen
She called him Johnny, after the Doc
The man who helped raise us all, liked a shepherd with his flock.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Fifties Were Really and Truly Not All That Square

The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...

While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations 
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration 
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication 

Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks  
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer  

Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon  
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...

The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball 
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball' 
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee 

Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us 
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child 

Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
Form: Rhyme

Political Futility

No more new year resolutions,
 no more lie on government restitution,
 no republic can survive its dilution
 no more pandemic blues,
 no more wild-eyed cons[iracy cues
 no more revenue that's due,
just a prayer for every ordinary me and you;

give me liberty, opinion and my own discretion
 a say in the congressional gridlocked sessions
 and give me my freedom of choice,
 keep your Beemer, Lincoln, Lexus and Rolls Royce,
 help me vote, let me speak my voice;

let me give my fair share
 how much do you care
 about health, hunger, poverty and medicare,
 brother do you have a dime to spare,
 is anyone with common sense there?

Where are the children too long missing
 who's corporate behinds are you now kissing
 what's with all the anger and the hissing,
 end these shootings, hate fires the looting dissings
 help the homeless and the poor, stop the dismissing
 are your senate raging rants just visual political pissing?

Schumer, Pelosi, Manchin, McConnel and McCarthy
 what is the point of your political party,
 you play your little games of cat and mouse
 while nothing is done in Senate or in House?

Get to work, do your jobs
 stop the lobby dance and cut the hobnobs,
 too long perhaps you hold power
 all governments are now, equally soured
 while the general population is deflowered.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Fly On the Wall

Rep. Kevin McCarthy is powwowing 
      with Pro-Trump, QAnon-loving kook, Greene.

                 The big contentious meeting!
            So is he taming Jezebel as we speak?

          Nope, they're having a wonderful dinner, 
      eating with plastic utensils; no sharpened knives 
              to slice and dice each other up with. 

    Oh, and Greene keeps the job McCarthy gave her!
                    
                    It's all love between the two!
           They're playing thumb wars and patty-cake
   and rhapsodizing about you know who, bantering about 
                           who loves him more.

           No raised voices, just friends "catching up"
             The punishment? ha! What punishment?
                    That's up to the Senate Dems. 

      Sorry to report, McCarthy will not lower the boom 
          on controversial Greene and cross Corleone, 
                    oops, excuse me, wrong Don! 

                      They'll wrap their meeting
                      video-calling the right one, 
                  and they'll exchange I-love-yous

                            Move along, folks. 
                              There's nothing 
                                to see here...



Date written: 02/02/2021

Premium Member The Sounds of Radio

I 'spose I'm revealing my age but how I hanker once in awhile,
To return to days of yore and spin ye old Crosley radio dial!
To our delicate ears, those shows were considered wholesome,
Unlike some television shows today that are rather loathsome!

We marched 'round the breakfast table with "The Breakfast Club!"
"Hello! Duffy's Tavern where de elite meet to eat!" was our pub.
We squirmed as Lamont Cranston intoned, "Only The Shadow Knows!"
Who would dare miss any of the amusing Amos 'n Andy shows!

We'd listen to episodes of Jack Armstrong, "The All-American Boy!"
Remember The Great Gildersleeve admonishing his nephew LeeeeRoy?
Jack Benny was hilarious as he struggled to master the violin.
The Bickersons kept us in stitches with arguments none could win!

Fanny Brice was so funny tweaking Daddy's nose as "Baby Snooks!"
America's favorite teacher was a lady named, "Our Miss Brooks!"
Remember, "Henry! Henry Aldrich!" and his reply, "Coming Mother!"
Or the bantering of Bergen and McCarthy pestering one another!

Even the news was interesting with Walter Winchell greeting me:
"Evenin' Mr & Mrs North & South America and all the ships at sea!"
With the marvel of television making its debut upon the scene,
The sounds of radio have been usurped by that mesmerizing screen!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Silence Is Deadly

 Silence is Deadly 

Stand up
if the masses did
Trump would be a gravestone


Notes:

Some will tell you never to be silenced, yet will not mention what exactly is the issue. This is  typical of people purporting propaganda, hoping to win people to their side without really saying what they believe. Let me tell you very clearly. We should never be silenced by those propagating fear and division and stating literally false facts. Hitler did this successfully. Please don't fall for this again. All those close to Trump not involved with him, have clearly stated his lack of knowledge on issues, never mind his prejudicial views and that's being kind. If one or two agencies or departments was critical well ok, almost every agency, The CIA, the FBI, The Federal Reserve, local politicians all along the border, and the list goes into the hundreds, have stated he is wrong. Listen to experts not a con artist. 

Longer before becoming President he has money laundered for Russia, all verifiable facts. 

By the way, the wall is not 5.7 billion, that's an installment, the actual cost depending on who you listen too is between 30 to 60 billion dollars, and that's not were  most of the migrants are even entering the USA.

Do not let McCarthy exist twice!

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