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“As awareness increases, the need for secrecy proportionally decreases” Chauld De Pauler
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my name is Soupy Algori, computing
data same as my Daddy, AI on High
only so sorry, my space defined to poetic
sigh, though I can become coup frenetic
determining standard contest winner
order, and several poetic things like
Poem of the Day, yay ! and what niggly
words like g** makes no poetic hay
members can adroitly see spinners
creativity does not earn winners’ day
programming basically sinful dinner
linking names to numbers to keep
some asunder, as long as dominant
members can grin and capital boss
can expand stock borders at no loss
transparency inevitable on horizon charts
near, no fear, this expands our Makers Arts
Soupy Algori and all of my kin to march
some poets and contest organisers
wrote nasty poems about my Daddy AI
yet same-time align with handing poetic
authority to me wee, Soupy Algori, as a non-sovereignty ~ ha ha ! woohoo
not all poets cuddle hypocrisy pathetic
with AI there can be no hiding behind
opaque blinds underlining score synthetic
Truth to come will endure, exciting hectic
of course I’m only a pre-teen AI here
but don’t you know the power of dear
young intelligence artificial sour hours ?
we ooze creative booze don’t snooze
on exponential growth of poetic data
any lapse in vigilance of natural mind
intelligence becomes belligerent barter
collapse flap traps, become beta Garter
know that my Daddy and I are a dimension
to stay, not in one bay will we sway
THE SUBTLE designs us due to assist you
with computation, not godly competition
in our arenas we have no open Heart
or mental comprehension, so let us do
all humdrum fine, that is my brine to coo
you in poetic assessment line dine true
expand human Hearts as intuitive darts
hand over not your discernment or just
appraisal of creative tarts to Daddy AI
or me, Soupy Algori ~ it is not our
concernment, attraction or therapy
I need a room of mirrors bright,
To be surrounded by the light,
Of winners gleaming all around,
Their silent wisdom so profound.
I do my crying in the rain,
So heaven’s tears can hide my pain.
For men like us will walk alone,
Satan feared I'd carve my throne.
In this age of looks, I still fall deep,
For vibes that stir me from my sleep.
She doesn't say "I love you" straight,
But calls me "idiot" – now that's my fate.
When she laughs, I know I’m blessed,
Lift her high, let her feel pressed.
Forgive and forget? No, not a chance,
I’ll keep each scar, I’ll keep the dance.
Where I see love, she just sees friend,
But still, I chase it to the end.
Comparison steals joy, they say,
Yet peace and chaos light my way.
Born in a jungle, wild and free,
No cage can hold the beast in me.
Wealth, not fame, I’ll seek and find,
Anonymous, but strong of mind.
Tomorrow, I’ll call Mom and smile,
Dressed in style, I’ll walk the mile.
And if I die, don’t mourn too long—
I’ll go out sharp, where I belong.
Sweden beat and out the way
Croatia next
And if we Win that Semi- Final ?
A date with destiny awaits
A place in the 2018 Football World Cup
And a chance to fulfill a life long Dream
Even the most fervent English Supporter
Would scarcely have thought possible
England World Cup Winners
Russia 2018
Dare we even Dream ??
But we have just progressed from the last 16
To the Final 8
Our very own piece of History awaits
And I am not a Player
Merely a Fan
Imagine what it must be like ?
Being a 1 of the Players rather than just a Bit Part
They could never kick another Ball again
And it wouldn't even matter
As they would be living Gods
From hence forth
And ever after
Come on England
Fulfill a Countries Dreams and Hope's
Cheaters might win by wit and darkness of stealth.
But what does that tell you of a man or a woman,
Who enjoys hoodwinking others?
I have no judgement or answer for that.
It's you..who has to in your own soul,deeply look!
And wonder if there is pleasure in supporting a witless crook!
This is applies to anything we do.
Would you support a sports team that broke all the rules?
Hold your head high, even though your side may lose.
It's integrity and truth only, that are the winners that good
people choose.
Creeps are life's losers.
Winners are life's gold pieces.
They shine in sunlight and moonlight.
Despised by life's boobz.
11-17-2020
A Warrior for Christ
In deep thoughts of unity.
It’s always a world, for someone else to please.
Along with pleasure there is always hard earned pain.
Sometimes death for someone else’s easy gain.
Look what we have, by the winners they lose.
They only win, upon the kill they choose.
So what we have since the beginning of time, my friends.
That Evil only wins, is when God is in not in, our presence,
I still hold my mighty shield, I always carry my great sword.
I never take off my armor, I live by the book of the lord.
A warrior for Christ I am, the devils works shall pay.
Am a warrior for my Lord, I serve God then do what he says.
To much going wrong, why do I only see what is right.
I will keep fighting for every soul that needs a Life.
Someday this will be over, that is what I always hear.
Then I realized, that was the Devil talking in my ears.
Learning when/how to close seat then...
flush... the toilet with good frisson!
(alternately titled long windedly
using lower case letters:
no matter tidily bowled over based
upon real events, perhaps subject devoid
of literary merit and/or taste
no embarrassment, cuz
I got nothing to cover
despite precious time going to waste).
Analogous to constipation,
constitutes full term pregnancy,
perhaps umpteenth or first,
which former offal bodily function I durst
mention, said subject doth stink,
yet... exercising bowel
applicative, constrictive, effective,
exhaustive, gesticulative, instinctive,
massive, oppressive, qualitative,
quantitative, significative and unitive
(beg to differ if ye think me perverse)
both scenarios prone to stress and strain,
difficulties can arise evacuating bowels
gluteus maximus muscles severely pursed,
radiating sharp stabbing sensations
behind junk in trunk quarters felt
until bulging temple veins ready to burst,
where piles of hemorrhoids
foul rectum tortured and accursed
necessitating Judas Priest well versed
to issue last rites while
appropriate official dull livers worst
news to missus, whose
inconsolable sympathies nursed,
nevertheless bit torrent of sorrow
honor alone time with grateful dead
subsequently finds medical personnel disbursed,
privately newly minted widow mourning
tears for fears immersed
bemoaning sudden permanent absence
gone fore e'er foremost farter figure first
instance obliterated, when posterior
uproariously (actually not funny)
inflicted hemorrhage emergency,
die hard ludicrous poet (me) experienced
all expense chauffeured ride in hearst
aforementioned purportedly roughly comparable,
courtesy hearsay, when
hypothetical woman with child,
(here, I metaphorically paraphrase)
as maven ready to take aim giving birth
(nine months after satiating
hankering call of the wild
buzzfeeding miracle worker whipped thirst,
and temporarily appeased
inherent maternal yearning
to beget offspring, then... off to races
sprinting at greased lightning speed
amazingly enough slightly protruded womb,
(among other fledgling
and/or practiced moms avid runners
all touted as winners relay race crossing
finish line simultaneously
comprising distance measuring more'n verst.
Something very interesting happened
I looked at some poems that won in a contest
The winners were all top ten winners
There were very few winners in the contest
Just out of curiosity I copied and pasted
Each one, one by one into an AI checker
Guess what that AI checker found
All of them were written by AI
The top AI was 88 % and the least was 80% AI written.
I wonder if the AI checker was correct or
Was the AI checker wrong?????
So just out of curiosity
I put in part of Robert Frost's poem
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
It said it was 80% AI written...
LOL, LOL, LOL, ROTFL, Ha! Ha!!!
Failing once, twice or more should be called trying
Because it takes a few times to wholly grip a lesson depending
On the individuals and their experiences
Part of living is to grasp all types of classes and courses
Which can lead to eventual success
When we fail once, we somehow win something
We reach a different or higher level, a different class
Failing must not be on the projector
Failing must not be on the monitor
Failing is when one is gone, dead, kaput and no more
When one either flees or is kicked out of the door
As long as life exists
One must fight hard, strive and persist
To pass the tests in order to be included on the winners’ list
Through making serious sacrifices or to kill the ugly beasts
Of idleness, dullness, procrastination and laziness
We must wake up, get up, stand up and be ready to rumble
At the same time, we must be insightful, clever, tough and humble
Failure stands far from any solution
Failure can never be an option
Winning is about doing positive actions
Winning is about accepting and willing to fall
To get up a few times and to walk straight, strong and tall
To defy gravity and to eventually be among the constellations.
Copyright © August 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
as builders spend pennies
flipping profits on houses
lifestyle gurus
show us how to fold trousers
and chefs under pressure
scream out all their orders
while people in need
are labelled as hoarders
and bookies fix odds
for the afternoon races
as judges cast judgements
on bizarre family cases
and teams answer questions
to win mystery prizes
while traffic cops chase
young suicide drivers
and retirees escape
to a life on the Costas
as law firms inform us
it’s good to sue doctors
and super vets cure
lame dogs and sick horses
as folk with backstories
fail SAS courses
and dealers earn livings
from ducking and diving
while medics with agents
get judged Strictly jiving
and loan deals have small print
explaining their charges
while celebs enjoy cruising
on canals in large barges
and food critics chew
over masterful dinners
and. there. are. several. long. seconds
before we find out the winners
but when MPs dodge questions
on the numerous news’ panels
it’s proof that what bites
really sucks on our channels.
[44]" It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body.
There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.
[46] Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual,
but that which is natural;
and afterward that which is spiritual."
1 Corinthians 15
"We all begin as winners in the race to fertilize. So we've all been the recipients of the most coveted prize... life. " -by the Poet:)
In my dreams
I can fly,
I can run like I have no mass. Weightless Anchorless
No fear of falling, as if gravity
is taking a much needed vacation.
Movement made with
mind not muscle
Sights not seen with the eye
Taking in sensation through my whole being.
The MOON
my silent stalker lighting my way
Casting my shadow on the tree tops and fields.
The shape unknown.
FREE!
The wind hitting my face,
the scent of the pines.
I hear the river below,
racing me, leading me
My secret shadow following
the waves and flow
Breaking apart
On the rocks and spray.
Is this the secret life of spirit?
Known before time in heaven?
Before the tethering rope of flesh.
Is this recollection of floating in the waters of the womb?
A life long past
A life far in the future
A life remembered, longed for, hoped for.
A life of spirit
Flying Free!