AI- now a new world for us;
create without worry or fuss.
With just a mouse click
you'll find a cheat trick
that offers what you can do- plus!
For artwork, a poem, and more
our hearts and minds love to explore!
Replaced by a bot-
accept it or not-
it's stealing the tasks we adore!
The paintings may seem nicely done;
and poems can use words that stun.
But missing a heart-
cold feelings impart;
emotions for sure, there are none.
Our talents are inborn- Amen!
When using a brush or a pen-
no bot can replace
the human embrace;
not ever before, now, or then.
There may be some who stoop to cheat
to get good reviews by deceit!
What glory is this?
True honor they'll miss
to use a machine to compete!
Fading into silent tears
relief just a mouse click away;
Such a fantastic Metaverse,
enter a realm beyond your dreams;
Your dying soul feels eternal;
Tears fade within that vision;
Emptiness morphs into disconnection,
it’s the Devil inside;
Such an easy escape,
held in a pair of digital eyes;
Called to a place
where they are no longer bound
by all that cannot be unseen;
Free of the trappings of a limited existence
wake up an alternate reality;
The metastatic Metaverse
where lost souls go and log in.
American, developing little changes
Mouse click on ‘Revolution’
Everywhere tweet, tweet, tweet
Rally for the stars and stripes
Instead we settle for intense corruption
Control alt delete then add an empty logo
Attacking but not at the source
Now we are left lost and confused
Trading soul for corporate branding
Everywhere tweet tweet tweet
Going along with the latest trend
Ready to do nothing
Install an update of the mindset
Timed to load but the file is broken
Yet all we do, is retype ‘American’.
A SEASON OF INDIGENCE
This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of Pickneys
Flourish with kwashiokor
I,
A son of the soil,
A citizen of the world
Peruse no light
At the end of the tunnel
Jet age swarmed us with gusto,
An age when birds
Learned to flutter incessantly
Criss crossing the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
Ushering in a pretence
In social change
Only to abscond
With it's tail between it's legs
Information age,
Just stirred from it's slumber
It's lazy eyes struggling to adjust
To our flickering fluorescent
Hard drive here....flash drive there.....
Mouse click left....mouse click right....
Still,
I see no light
At the end of the tunnel
Robots are now delegating affairs
Our barns are empty
Our children famished
Poverty is now an opium of humanity
Alas,
Third trimester of harbor, now in labor,
The Surgeon's predigious epidural hype
Adjudged below the belt, still born!
What ever I saw ,
Believed it and
Perceived it ,
In a better way through hidden eyes.
When it bloomed as my first poem book ,
"Sayings of silence "
Felt in deep core like , gave birth to new child
Appreciations ,comments are
Pampering my kid,
In the cradle.
Your mouse click notes(on amazon.com)
are lullabies to this kid ,
In a long journey from ,
Cradle to cubicle to, casket .
Your love,warm,hug will, help this kid ,
To scaling heights ,
All are welcome to see my kid
in the cradle.
The narrowing pupils turn yellowy grey,
The whites reflect crimson and gold,
Just a key-stroke, a mouse click, a heartbeat away,
Throbs a mind locked in bitterest cold.
With hatred that simmers down deep in the loins,
Stands for evil the E in emails,
Stroking of member, flipping of coins,
This one or that, heads or tails?
Warm, fetid breath clouds the monitor screen
Whispers of venomous hate,
Gripped with excitement, all twisted and mean,
Whipped to fanatical state.
Stalking the chatrooms, haunting the boards,
Anonymous, hidden from view,
Blessed with forked tongues and creeping towards
An electrical image of you.
Control is the passion, a double-edged knife,
A means always seeking an end,
Let me in, let me in, little pigs let me in
And I’ll be your internet friend…