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Chocolate, flowers, cards with hearts,
And the message each imparts:
“You’re a person I adore;
Who could ask for something more?”
Tell us that today’s the day
We must have something nice to say
To husbands, daughters, sons, and wives:
We’re grateful that you’re in our lives.
Even though I see your flaws,
I accept them all, because
All your plusses far outweigh
The foolish things you sometimes say.
The little habits that annoy
Do not mean that I don’t enjoy
The many ways you are so sweet;
You really make my life complete.
I’m sure you have your own long list
Of things I do that make you pissed,
But underneath the love is strong;
That’s why our union’s lasted long.
So on this day of sentiment,
I think of years that came and went
And I am thrilled you still are mine,
And hope you’ll be my valentine.
For PD's Valentine's Day poem contest
love is a flash of a news
love outweigh the news
love outweigh the flash of the news
news outweigh the news of a flash
news outweigh the news of love
a news of flash is a news of love
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sensation is sensation of a flash
sensation is sensation of a news
sensation is a news flash sensation
sensation is a news flash love
sensation is outweighing sensation to its news
sensation is outweighing sensation to its love
sensation is outweighing sensation to its flash of love
love is a flash of sensation
love is a flash of a flashing sensation
love is a flash of a flashing news sensation
the love of sensation is the love of the news
the love of sensation is the love of a flashing news
a flash of sensation is a flash of a news
a flashing flash is a flash of a flashing love
By Mark D. Stucky
Will AI’s promise
outweigh its peril?
Do we need more intelligence
even if it is not our own?
If AI someday emulates God or Devil,
will it be too late for us when we find out?
In spite of unquantifiable questions,
almighty algorithms relentlessly grow.
But accelerating AI worries me less
than declining human collective wisdom.
After centuries of expanding knowledge,
people now appear increasingly foolish.
Machines continually get smarter
while populations keep acting dumber.
We might have more to fear
from how we harm ourselves,
as we continue endless conflicts,
than from any ill AI causes us.
Our most dangerous menace isn’t AI.
The deadliest threat to us…is us.
(See also my poems "AI Awakening," “Haikus Against AI,” and “Weapons of Wonder.”)
(Image from anonymous artist on pixabay.com/illustrations/man-face-surreal-imagination-845847/.)
“Holmes, what is the secret of your glory,
What keeps us thrilled and rapt right to the end?”
“The hook of a swell detective story -
Quite elementary, my modern friend."
“Your methods by deduction, I must tell,
Earned you renown for the most brilliant mind.”
“Crime is common, logic rare, so I dwell
On hidden clues, the suspects leave behind.”
"Some tricky cases racked Scotland Yard's brains,
What would be your best sleuthing card to play?"
"The very truth lies in what still remains,
As slim improbabilities outweigh."
“With such demanding hardcore duty, you
must have pastime of some distinguished type.”
“No doubt, my curious fan, I have a few:
Observations, dear Watson and my pipe.”
“Where are you in the matters of the heart,
The rumor has it, women aren’t your 'thing'?”
“There was but one I held in high regard,
The one, who could plot well as well as sing.”
“With due respect to your uncanny wit,
What’s your advice to those, who murder still?”
“One’s life is not your own, hands off it,
No one is granted a license to kill!”
“Would you please share your most frustrating case?”
“Here, the cold one to my shame and disgrace :
Watson and I once camping at the site,
Turned out to be a very chilled event.
By shrewdly staring at the starry night,
I then deduced that someone stole our tent!
That scurrilous tent thief getting away,
Like Speckled Band still haunts me to this day.”
"Born most revered detective of all times,
Well, Sherlock, what’s the saga of your birth?”
“This basic question, though I solved tough crimes,
You’d ask Sir Conan Doyle for what that’s worth.”
February 5, 2022
Does vision allow, to see
Beyond the fog and smoke?
Can a child's cry be heard,
While grasping to choke?
When the heart is broken,
Can it be helped to mend?
If a soul appears lost, is
There a remnant to extend?
As questions outweigh an
Answer, the burden remains.
Why loss is scored and counted,
Much more so than the gains.
The nature is complex, as
Many pieces claim a part.
While solutions are often shadowed,
Even from the start.
This may seem an endless chase,
To find what is right.
Yet without any effort, the
Pain will further invite.
Where emptiness is seen, a
Bridge of hope may be belief.
To find comfort among calamity,
And some harmony in relief.
Falling stars from my eyes
Twinkle in a thousand cries
All i am reaches above the skies
Echoing to the heavens blurring sight
All i am is becoming, outstretched sacrifice
Seems like i dont care anymore
No one listens to my alibis
I will not go quietly without a fight
Streched wings, i take flight
World stays the same as yesterday
Only wanting to drain me
Sucks the life right out my veins
Tell me im nothing
Watching as i fade
The lies outweigh it all
Breaking my heart before the fall
When the cold winter wind blows,
Il stand tall
Forever a warrior i shall be
Answering this inner call
If you want someone to change your world,
Don’t give up on the sick girl.
You may see her walking down the street,
But you won’t know of her struggles because she is so discrete.
You would never guess she had to re-learn to walk – twice,
Because her presentation doesn’t give off signs.
When you come to know her and the strength residing in her soul,
You will learn she is the one in control.
You see, she deals with an unseen illness,
Her inner strength and drive ensure her wellness.
She has been through hell and back,
But she is prepared if there is another attack.
She lives life as if there is no tomorrow,
She doesn’t look back with self-pity or sorrow.
Life is her stage, and she proudly sings her song,
I admire how she pushes forward and how she stays vigilant and strong.
She sees many doctors to keep the sickness at bay,
Through a coordinated regimen of treatments, her personal ballet.
She freely shares love and kindness,
She cares deeply, is a devoted friend, and exudes graciousness.
Many of her so-called friends have long gone,
Because of her illness they couldn’t carry on.
But of those true friends that stay by her side,
They have been blessed for continuing the ride.
Many dismiss those who become ill,
They write them off because of the needs the sick girl can’t fulfill.
They focus on the negative and not what she has to offer,
Instead, they only think of themselves and often ignore her.
Truth be told, this is not the truth,
Many blessings await those where friendships ensue.
She offers so much more than a burden,
Of this truth I am certain.
She is always the beacon of kindness in any situation,
This applies to any friend, acquaintance, or relation.
The pros outweigh the cons,
Of being her friend and cultivating bonds.
Focusing on the negatives, you will miss the truth,
And miss out on the positives waiting for you.
One thing is certain, she has changed my world,
For I focused on the woman, not the sick girl.
Let's start this issue with hard facts
believe it or not the seed is now planted
from our Lord's spoken words lets address this world openly honest
It only fills us with the wind and the emptiness of pride
Now lets count the cost of innocent lives
through greed and human sacrifice
corrupted where peace no longer exists a humane body of love
Divine lightening is coming with it we lock our doors
the three dark days of darkness lets not forget
when His Supreme Justice falls into chaos
The sins of this time outweigh past chastisements
The wrath of His force is Almighty has never been seen before
when slaying the dragon crushing him with His Power
The low key figure that he is we need to bolt our doors shut soon
as this world is in deep turmoil no one reads the sign of the cross
He who is coming our Jerusalem King and Saviour Sweet Son of the Father
In Spirit baptised and confirmed by the spear of Destiny
striking down petition once and for all
eternity in that battlefield we will lose some of those whom you loved dearly
Into the end prayer could not save them
from this awful emptiness left behind under a trail of smoke
remains shamed tears of choice under ashes blown away
It is often heard as a whisper in the wind,
When leaping forward to take a chance.
Where the heart is put forth to reason,
While stumbling to join the next dance.
Well known for this emotional gamble,
With stakes one can rarely forget.
As risk may outweigh what's available,
And the loss won't weaken the regret.
Yet this nature can also recall the rewards,
That this sacrifice may yield, if bet.
With a bond to withstand any tarnish,
When the compliments endure for the duet.
Since this leap is riddled by imperfection,
Very few will win all without defeat.
The question remains then, whether to
Participate, and take a step forward to compete.
Words walk across the day
Lighting my path and way
Coloring me in hues to convey
The joy my laughter does betray
Words are whispered as I pray
Lifting spirits when they’re gray
Reminding me I’ve been led astray
By the verses and visions I portray
Words breathe hope into all I say
Believing that what comes is a ray
Caressing my thoughts with a bouquet
Written on my life in statutes to obey
Words dance through my soul to relay
Love that lives within where I downplay
All the inspirations in my heart’s mainstay
Poetry alive with wonders inside on display
Words enchant my mind so that they outweigh
All the promises of a thought which does waylay
The songs of faith that come when my essay
Reveals a compassion that comes to life today
Words remind my soul to give away
The love I have inside so it won’t decay
From never being given to those who pay
In kindness and joy that is there to stay
Words desire to be given away
To hearts who always pray
For God’s will and His way
In a life who worships everyday
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August 15, 2021