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Lately teaching is about gossiping
Sipping on information to discredit another teacher
Blowing the whistle to try and harness someone’s weakness
So that the teacher that is gossiping can benefit
By trying to belittle someone
In so many schools
Teaching isn’t the main objective
The horror of gossiping floats through the staffroom
While religious robots add to this dilemma
Our fight before was against slavery
But we are creating a new history in schools called gossip
I’m tired of the gossiping teacher
Why are you teaching if all you do is gossip?
Can anyone tell me what happened to our teachers?
“The hardest part of being an educator is because of the adults and not the
learners”
Young teacher, take your gossip and throw it in the ocean
Older teacher, take your gossip and throw it in the ocean
Drown the gossip and sip on the reality of building up an individual!
Can’t I just sit on my own and enjoy the view
Our fight before was against slavery
Now its gossiping at school
Hence, in so many schools
Teaching isn’t the main objective
The horror of gossiping floats through the staffroom
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Swans row the sky
just feet above the copper water.
Gulls twist their necks to watch
a lone sailor on the prow
of a sludge-decked dredger.
On the slate thatched gambrels
of a lesser known roofs
spotters search for night bombers,
the figures have turned to stone
as do all oft repeated passages
from dog-eared scripts.
London growls under the axels
of diesel driven dreams.
A stork has visited
an attic full of discarded toys
bells ring out for new born sales.
Barges reek still, just as when
sweat was as common as dirt.
A window in Baker street
opens to let pipe smoke out,
it uncoils in the air
like a left handed genie.
Tower bridge drops upward,
to quarantine all gawkers.
Meat mongers return to their
blood-soaked cradles
before the dawns leery light.
The city is a fable,
It is aflame with tall buses
that never were the same,
yet there is sea oil seeping
from the tunnels and runnels,
where entrenched gutter snipers
lie low.
Here in the denizen dinge
the sure footed dead
avoid being seen
by the googly eyes of alien robots,
tin manikins that crab-walk
along Regents Street
barking Chinese commands
at oppressed corgis
and other less compliant drones.
On what was once Speakers Corner
hunched pavement artists
dribble into the chalky cracks
between showcased hoopla’s.
Slyly the loitering snollygosters,
lollygaggers and stumblebums,
crane their ductile necks to see
shell games in full view
even as they vanish.
In the year 5555
Your arms hangin' limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin' to do
Some machine's doin' that for you
From In the Year 2525 by Zager and Evans
Luddite
Robots that clean floors
and pools
Robots that assist with
surgery
Robots that search for
explosives
Robots in all areas of
manufacturing
Robots unpiloted as
drones
Self-driving cars
Self-regulating thermostats
Self-guiding weapons
Self-regulating houses
It won’t take until the year 5555
The time is already here
What will we have left to do
A machine can do it all for us
I am rapidly becoming a Luddite
In the vast domain where currencies converse,
Fear and courage in the Forex universe.
It's more than a gamble, a financial ballet,
Diverse perspectives in the trading array.
Risk management, the wise trader's guide,
Navigating currents, where fortunes reside.
A dance with volatility, charts unfold,
In this market tale, stories untold.
Autotrading robots join the scene,
Executing trades with algorithms keen.
Yet amidst automation's calculated might,
Human insight still steers the night.
Institutions play a role profound,
In the Forex orchestra, where echoes resound.
Their moves, a ripple in the market sea,
Shaping the currency symphony.
Bigger whales, guardians of vast wealth,
In charge of exchanges, controlling the health.
Platform prices dance to their sway,
In this financial theater, night and day.
The market, a canvas of highs and lows,
Where fortune's river in complexity flows.
Yet amidst the chaos, a mantra remains,
Risk management, reigning over gains.
The Forex tale, a narrative complex,
A blend of skill, luck, and market reflex.
In the midst of uncertainty, traders persist,
Navigating the currents, in the market's twist.
In the vast domain where currencies converse,Fear and courage in the Forex universe.It's more than a gamble, a financial ballet,Diverse perspectives in the trading array.Risk management, the wise trader's guide,Navigating currents, where fortunes reside.A dance with volatility, charts unfold,In this market tale, stories untold.Autotrading robots join the scene,Executing trades with algorithms keen.Yet amidst automation's calculated might,Human insight still steers the night.Institutions play a role profound,In the Forex orchestra, where echoes resound.Their moves, a ripple in the market sea,Shaping the currency symphony.Bigger whales, guardians of vast wealth,In charge of exchanges, controlling the health.Platform prices dance to their sway,In this financial theater, night and day.The market, a canvas of highs and lows,Where fortune's river in complexity flows.Yet amidst the chaos, a mantra remains,Risk management, reigning over gains.The Forex tale, a narrative complex,A blend of skill, luck, and market reflex.In the midst of uncertainty, traders persist,Navigating the currents, in the market's twist.
Does A.I. Have A God
A.I. taking over mankind.
It will be our own demise.
It’s in our nature to destroy ourselves.
Cyborgs taking over.
No human contact.
Robots on the atack.
Terminate society.
Mankind becomes slaves to the machines.
No food, no drink.
Technology becomes a new God.
Knowledge consumes us.
End of times is near.
Hidden is a holy war.
People vs. machines.
Electronic face figure.
Out of touch with each other.
Flesh becomes bones.
Burry mankind into the ground.
An A.I. war has begun.
Survive if you can.
The computer chip becomes a brain.
We are running out of time.
A heavy mechanical voice speaks.
We can no longer buy nor sell.
People become prisoners.
A.I. is the antichrist.
The flesh is gone.
The soul stands for judgment.
We are stamped with a barcode.
Stand in line.
We are pushed off a cliff to die.
A war between a machine and its maker.
Doomsday is near.
A.I. has taken over.
Higher power controls our every move.
Darkness with no food.
They do not seek to find a peace
They want to fight forever
Until the end of time will ease
Their hunger for whatever
They do consider just and right
For they can’t stand each other
Regardless of the wretched plight
Don’t dare to be my brother
They say, before they die in vain
That Cain and Abel story
Recovered over and again
No one will say a sorry
I am that no one, hope you take
My side in what I’ve said
But you will tell me I’m a fake
My narratives are bad
Yours are much better, you believe
In something you can’t get
So let the robots share your grief
Peace isn’t here yet.
Maybe Walt Disney and his writers new a thing or two
As some of their Uncle Scrooge stories could be about to come true,
And put us in a stew.
In one story Uncle scrooge found out the hard way,
There comes a time, if you don't put some jobs and money our way,
You will be the only one with enough to pay,
For the goods you throw our way?
Does that sound like,
Our current situation with few jobs in sight,
And Robots to the left, and right?
Does that not sound like?
Today's situation where most can't afford a bike,
With the bank's still putting out a hidden interest hike.
Does that still sound like?
A comic fantasy,
Or could it really become a reality?
If I was bold enough to make my own comic prediction,
I would write about a slump in production,
With robots no longer in motion,
Which is not such a silly notion.
As without oil their joints would cease to function.
Wow, it happened at a moment when I was most lonely
I walked all alone in the woods, feeling so sorry
Sorry to see around me, so much of blindness
So much of desire for the unnecessary
When, oh how lovely
I felt like I had been blessed
A pouch it was, a pouch of magic beans
Glistening, glowing, sparkling in the dark woods
Was I dreaming, did I wonder
Could it surely be true, that which I see now
Magic beans?
Of what use would they be anyhow
Surely the story of Jack and the giants could not be true
Why would anyone fall for this kind of joke
But I did take the beans home
Slept and dreamed of the other kingdom
While all that time, my dog fooled around
So much that a few beans fell on the ground
Rolled out of the house
And got buried deep in the soil
The next morning, I did see a gigantic tree
One just like in the magical story
Wasted I not one second
I climbed up, eager to see what does lie beyond
I climbed for ages, my arms got worn out
Tired, ready to let go, I did put on a pout
Thirsty, hungry, I thought I would die
Lamenting at my own fate, I started to cry
When at that moment, came to my aid
Caring and loving robots
They put me in their vehicle
And took me up, there, in the world worthy of being a miracle
Would you believe it,
I was given such a treat
I was pampered
Fed and my body repaired
A lovely world it was, filled with clean air
No smoke, no pollution, no death
Robots lived on, being their own masters
Robots who cared not to conquer our world
A peaceful world, with no work required
Life consisted of rest, play and food
Life there was I had always desired
Life there was so good
Flowers filled up every nook and crook
Clear rivers flowed by
Robots did show me how to have fun
It was a world I did fall in love with
I was brought to the King of them all
He did ask me to stay in his world
A guest I was, a most loving one
I was to be well entertained
His offer I did accept
The magical tree I did break
With some cuts here and there
As better it is to breathe in fresh air
The world known as Earth I soon forgot
I lived on, till came my end
My soul was taken and put in a robot
And I lived there, forever and ever!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
7th January 2015
upon his tower dark and tall
malakar stood to doom them all
with lightning flashing, cape unfurled
he cackled, "Now I rule the world!"
he pulled the lever, struck a pose
but fate, unkind, had other woes
for with a snap, the lever broke
and hit his minion (Grubnuk croaked)
his robots sparked, began to dance
one juggled fire—badly, perchance
another whirred, then high-fived air
while malakar just stood and stared
“uh… that’s not right,” he mumbled low
as sparks set fire to his own robe
he tripped, he tumbled, with a groan
and soon his tower stood alone
for down he fell, a mighty crash!
right in the king’s grand pumpkin patch
now in the dungeon, sipping tea
he plots his next catastrophe
Catch a stone and throw a bone
Immortals sleep when you close your eyes
While the ants defy the sunshine
We're drowning in puddles
And paving roads over grave stones
They say hope is dead
Hope isn't dead
It led us out back and put a bullet in between our eyes
While chalk crumbs fall from our mouths
We're stunted by pretty boy marching bands
Filling our minds with rubbish
While the news tells us which shoes to buy
And who to hate
We're subservient to the pulse of irony
And nailed to a coffin
Of installed emotions
And programmed reactions
We're no longer a crowd of people
We're an army of robots
Deleting our feelings out of fear
Of offending the sunflowers
We sit before glowing screens
That erode our minds
We're trapped in the haze
As time ticks slowly by
We'll truly live our lives
In the seconds before we die
As we realize
We watched all our time burn away
In a lifetime debating human rights
And when the ground is shaking
It's another war in the making
We woke up this morning
To find water tickling our toes
As we fall beneath the waves
Somewhere in the background someone screams
But we can't hear
Over the sound of nobody caring
Catch a stone and throw a bone
Immortals wake when you open your eyes