If not nigh like dotcom bubble
AI seems in no small trouble.
GPT five’s failure,
Would the rest regain roar?
If ever rise from near rubble?
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Happenings | 02.09.2025 | technology, USA
Note: Is AI a bubble, too much hype and boisterous babble? Is a bust coming? GPT5 admitted a flop show. Nvidia gave but a modest forecast. MIT study: 95% of dreams failed to deliver… Time was when adding ‘.com’ to a company’s name boosted its value. Today, adding ‘AI powered’ does the same trick. Too much is being expected from AI too soon. Anyway, AI seems to have hit a wall. Would it scale it to move ahead, or a precious stone turn a pebble? This ditty wonders.
Pure is the white quartz
As it dazzles in the sun.
Treasure its charm.
You are as a precious stone
For your beauty bought my heart
And time I hope you know.
By standing where you are
It takes me to the day
When we were feet apart
And the stars had been our lamp
They guided our wondering hearts.
As the street lights lit your face
Giving me a better gaze
Deeper into who you are.
Leading me to love the day
And cherish it in my heart.
Because it is the memory
That began yours, mine, and ours.
Right now from where I stand
I'll love you once all fades
For you are as a precious stone
And worth more than you'll ever know
A queen’s devotion for her men
Was rewarded many times again,
They quested for precious things
with endurance like emeralds,
Prisms of green light, or rubies
Red honor guards, and malachites,
The pureness of diamonds that
Broke down the strength of light.
How you shine when you smile,
Natural pearls cannot know
Your gift, your sweet and open heart,
Worth its weight in silver and gold.
My tired, travelled hope, so low,
Is rising now, from the unknown
Healing like the tiger’s eye, passion
Spins for you, my precious stone.
A PRECIOUS STONE
Each one of us
A precious stone is,
A unique jewel,
Masterfully created by
The divine
For
To embellish the crown worn
By
Our beloved person’s heart
Thus
Making it shine!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 APRIL 2013
“No one worth possessing/Can be quite possessed;/
Lay that on your heart,/ My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone.“
- Excerpt from Sara Teasdale’s “Advice To A Girl”
That Precious Stone
I am that precious stone
described so beautifully by
a poetess, deceased, whose wisdom shone,
so listen now, and grasp me well. . . .
My grace can make you sigh.
Though a treasure, I am not frail.
The boldest of all souls I can make cry.
I’m truth; I can be hard and cold.
A love affair may fail,
but love is not to be controlled.
Gaze long; my glitter, icy white, will tell
you of the view you need to know.
More valuable than gold,
the wisdom I possess can flow
from me to you. Against your heart, just hold
me, taking in my energy!
Then let your knowledge show,
for truth, you know, can set you free.
Pure love inside you finally will grow.
Once grasped, my essence is your own.
(Inspired by Sara Teasdale's poetry
and the "Stoned Contest" of Catie Lindsey)
Nothing can be used
To unveil a stone that is pure
A loving golden diamond
Dressed with care only in wealth
My stone, raw and pure
Of truth and tolerance
A fella indeed
Forsaketh me not in a time
Of tribulation and trouble
Even in the whirlwind
My stone is in the yonder
Bringing down the mountain in wonder
A rare gem of a stone
In the midst of sandy stones.