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* I fear that the time is long past when we can put appropriate controls on the boundaries of AI … so, just how far will it take us? Or the better question may be, just how far will it allow US to go? *
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she …
stood on tiptoe ...
her hair knot, now unpinned, softly burst -
tawny, gold-streaked tresses
tumbling down her shapely form and
coming to sassy rest upon her
rounded backside …
on the cool of his hand 'bout her waist,
his deft index and middle fingers
twirled her tanzanite and rhenium hair pin,
pinky finger tugging suggestively
at her patent leather belt,
while his other hand attended to
the buttons of her blouse,
its soft cashmere sliding off her
softer shoulders
(like azure slides off a pink sky at dusk) …
she stretched her neck to reach up,
her supple chili pepper lips
pressing against cool steel and biofibre,
eyes once again searching for
the spark in his -
perfectly-shaped, bright baby blue irises
shuttering with robotic precision -
the coal black pupils reflecting positronic
energy deep in their unnatural recesses …
she loved “him” dearly ... in her way -
had compromised a great deal
just to get here -
this place of caring-yet-cautiously-cold cooperation,
miraculous metal and the fairest flesh
bared and bound to each other …
they were, by all standards,
happy and passionate and vital,
yet it was just that - a spark in his eyes -
that she longed for most
that she dreamed of and ever questioned
that she dreaded, deep-down
she might never …
see.
my bowling
ball needs
to be buffed
i need to get
a strike
my baseball
needs spit
to throw a
three thrown
strike
you're
out in one
game but
in in another
so lets take a look
at our ball
games so
we properly
can keep
score
though we've
already mentioned
the ball of base
lets take another
look
first base
second base
and a home run
have always held
the ball in a sexual way
so now say
basketball where
it's sounding good
that i'm dribbling but
it's bad to double dribble
and scoring can
be a net or a hoop
even one or another
a rim shot but a dunk
sinks the sunk deeper
then there's
football already
off to a great start
if you adore feet and
some terms seem to keep
the sport
agreeable
with a touch
down sounding
so soft and cuddly
and
instead
of inches they
talk in measurements
of yards while everyone
seems to be going for the
goal
line which
sounds fine but
lets look at another
that the world has now
embrassed
soccer which
sounds great from
the start just being named
suggestively that i simply can
and should
sock her hum
lets delve deeper
terminology tells all
so in soccer we must
get a goal
by which the
ball is moved by
a player's head or
by kicking with feet
sounds
rather bdsm
but then mine are
not them my eggs love
to slowly be licked to score
Form:
AMERICA, OH AMERICA
America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs empire,
Astrife from kingdom to kingdom
Aiming to regulate the world's freedom
Fooled the world, psychopathic savagery
Comes a nightmare nation's can't win. Sadly
Inciting the world's pain
Just for a self-centered gain.
Why enforce anti-coronavirus vaccine
To reduce the world strain
And population via an epidemic never seen
Earth quacking, nation's unconscious
Micro chip initiative, a sociopathic barbarism,
5th Generation arising but the world is suspicious
Now terrorism unites the Christians and every Muslim
Illuminati illuminating ill-boding injuries
With unimaginable wealth and affluence,
Obsession for power and control influence
Implementing the Luciferean agenda,
On a mission of no retreat no surrender,
Initiating a Bill through the Gates,
Deaths baits? Well, we will willingly wait.
Bill's Billions breeding bioactive vaccines,
Satan launching his arsenals and machineries,
Forby mendacities leading to deadly advancement,
Deceitfully enforcing a One World Government
Suggestively and opinionatedly by Pope Francis
Preparing the ground for the Antichrist menace.
"In God We Trust" means God's own country
Now oridinary a slogan to all and sundry,
Deviated from the Godly path of ancestors & esteemed,
No more the dream the dreaming dreamers dreamed.
America, oh America!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 8th April, 2020.
I made a covenant with my eyes,
Never to look lustfully at the thighs,
Not to look suggestively at a lady,
Not to admire her pulchritudinous body,
What has happened now..,
I find myself sinning in a row,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
I assured myself not to utter,
Anything of romance as it would be bitter,
I promised to see all ladies as my sister,
Never to seduce,allure them, but sisterly utter,
Everything has changed,
Satan,his angels have my mind mingled,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
Whenever I see a lady,I become hot,
My eyes see a beautiful lady,a sister not,
They conjoin the brain to admire,
I find myself salivating, and a phone number, I acquire,
I say I will text her bible verses,
But the conspiracy in me bring love advances,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
At times,am sitted planless,
A lady passes,my eyes pop out in questness,
They make me call the damsel,
Witnessing as I prepare my journey to hell,
Instead of preventing me from sinning,
They always see every skirt stunning,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
Enough is enough,am damn tired,
Females have nicknamed me a sex bud,
A womaniser is my new noun,
Leave alone seductor which is my pronoun,
Can't I not live in peace,
Or are they a necessity for being at ease,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
Eyes have produced killer kings,
Made them sin with rings,
Are they not eyes that made king David,
see Bathsheba full with beauty gravid,
And conspirated to make her husband killed,
As he enjoys what his eyes reaped,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
How I wish my eyes be lustfulless,
In every last they see,ugliness,
In every skirt around,tightless,
In every girl child creations, bootyless,
For every thighs seen,smoothless,
And for an engagement with my brain to sin,cordless,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!
Dear Lord, I know have sinned greatly,
Fallen short of your glory broadly,
I beg for another chance,
To revive and change for once,
Help me God,let me be prayerful,
As I train my eyes not be lustful,
Am selling my eyes ooh, come buy them naah!
PoetIgweee
“Not even with a mask or 6 feet.
OK, 6 feet is military protocol.
You’re trying to get the people to train them
so when the cameras,
the 5G come out,
when they’re going to scan everybody.
We got to get scanned,
we got to get temperatured,
the kids have to go to school with masks.”
She posited a question
that she might have been asked herself.
“Are you insane?
Are you crazy?
I think all of you should
be in a psych ward right the heck now
. Because none of you,
none of you know
what the hell you a
re talking about.
This is insane.
And then you want to
open the meeting with a prayer to God.
Are you praying to the devil?
Because God
is not listening to that prayer.
Because all of you are
practicing the devil’s love.”
“What happened to Bill Gates?
Why is he not in jail?
Why is Hillary Clinton not in jail?
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Why is Obama not in jail
What about Joe Biden
And Hunter Biden too
And Obama gate
And don’t forget Bhenzai
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Do you take your orders from Jeffry Epstein?
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
Oh, is it because you’re art part of them
Are you reptilian shapeshifters
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning God
formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning
God formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Where do you derive
the authority to regulate human breathing?”
“I have many questions
about your degrees
and what you really know,
because what you say is the political dogma
that they’re trying to shove down our throats
on every commercial and every store,
and it’s disgusting,”
And I’m sorry, ma’am,
but I don’t think you are worthy of your credentials
and I would ask suggestively
that you go back to school and get educated.”
[Written as a sort of sea shanty style thing-a-me-Bob. Tin Fish = Torpedo]
When the tin fish hit me starboard I was thrown into the sea
I sank down to the ocean bed for all eternity
I met a man called Davy Jones who handed me a key
I opened up his locker just to see what I might see
But then I sensed my captain who came drifting up to me
He gazed upon the locker with some curiosity
I looked into the locker and was quite surprised to see
A brandy for my captain and another one for me
We drank the brandy down and then my captain looked at me
He said do you feel squiffy and I said, ‘Decidedly’
I sprouted extra legs and then I hollered frantically
It seems that Davy Jones has made an octopus of me
But then I saw a mermaid and she winked suggestively
Strangely she was right there where the captain used to be
And then it dawned upon me that the mermaid once was he
The captain sure was pretty now, but too much man for me
He still had all his ‘tackle’ which was pointing straight at me
I quickly crossed my legs - all eight - but then I couldn’t flee
The captains mast was raised and he intended it for me
I tried to swim for freedom as I screamed hysterically
And then I felt my shoulder being shaken frantically
The naval doctor said I wasn't drowning in the sea
The medic blamed my diet and he made me this decree
Don’t have cheese for supper or much later than your tea
“You look like a ballerina
on acid,”
my loving husband told me
this morning
as we folded a heap
of laundry on the bed.
“Ben is at a sleepover!
I want to dance
to David Bowie!
Is that a problem?”
I can’t help it,
I love to dance.
I told Mark:
“I don’t understand
the suggestion.
I’m not a ballerina
and I’ve never tried
acid.”
“Thank God, Jennifer.
That’s the last thing
you need.
You are high enough
on life as it is.”
“Under the moonlight,
the serious moonlight.”
“Let’s sway.”
What a wonderful
snow day!
My cheap gold necklace
from Temu
is twisted and
knotted loosely
around my neck.
It sparkles
suggestively
when I prance around.
"Let's Dance."
It is nine in the morning
and seven inches of snow
lull the cold soil
back to sleep.
Not me.
I’m dancing
to David Bowie.
My neighbor,
Your wife is tempting me,
Your wife wants me to sin,
Your wife wants me to miss heaven.
My neighbor,
Your wife wears tight miniskirts,
She puts on dresses that reveal her body,
I am not made of metal, I am human.
My neighbor,
Yesterday she wore a crop top with no bra,
She walked shaking suggestively,
I cannot deny that I didn't see her nipples.
My neighbor,
Your wife is blessed and endowed well,
Her backyard is beautifully molded,
I am a bachelor, dry-starved and easily lured.
My neighbor,
Please warn your wife for me,
Tell her to dress decent and walk well,
If not so, I come from a family with a triplet-baby history.