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AI Models Collapse to Babel Babble Rabble

AI is the ultimate plagiarist
mimicking patterns in human devised data.
Its models needs training on high quality data,
billions and billions of bits and bytes 
of high-quality human derived thoughts and information.

But, AI output, with its hallucinations and flaws,
now has begun to flood into the data sources themselves.
Just like inbreeding,
the training becomes regurgitative, 
feeding off its own

Categories: rabble, internet, language,
Form: Free verse

The Rabble-Rousers

THE RABBLE-ROUSERS:

Can't define the last time we met.
That moment was very historical.
And it's always kept with a reminisce,
Since we all remain simply antithetical.
And it proves there's a mark of a refurbish,
Which shows our power as individuals. 
That day could be full of benevolence, 
Or possibly, it was totally a nightmare.
Probably I might have caused you

Categories: rabble, abuse, bullying, confidence, engagement,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Heckled By Winds, Like the Rabble

Heckled by winds, like the rabble
Of royal upsets of times
Summer, from his throne-chair of
A gold-rayed backing
What's yet true in minions' trill
Hears his homage in.

With his robes of former glories
Unravelling leaf by leaf
Summer, in what hangs dark for
Abdication's threat
A sky of crow now outlines. 
Starlings' cloud-like net.

Categories: rabble, summer,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

What the Rabble Have Done

They taxed us without our consent,
we who though we were Englishmen,
said we had no say in governance,
so we simply boycotted them,
threw their tea into the harbor,
let them know that we’d had enough,
they sent troops to beat our spirits down,
didn’t think we would be all that tough.
But when they marched for Bunker Hill
two times we made

Categories: rabble, adventure, america, england, history,
Form: Rhyme

The Rabble

Raving gang!
Nation in a mirthful mood,
Whirrs of discordant triumph,  
Eyes steaming noxious passion. 

        Look about! 
Revelry boils over;  
Death in the embrace of a squall 
Eddies skyward; the stench chokes. 

        The rabble!
Itch for fun in filthy holes—
Slide down the slit of

Categories: rabble, world,
Form: Free verse

What the Radical Religious Rabble Rousers Are Thinking

All of Islam deserves our hate
Unlike ours—this faith can’t be great
The ground zero mosque
Is an evil kiosk
Our lord says to obliterate

What’s better than the Ku Klux Klan
And frightens the bad Taliban?
Yes—with a book roast
America will toast
Those evil who read their Koran

Burning books ain’t nothing to fear
Infernos are fun with a beer
So with drink all cheer—(hip

Categories: rabble, satireevil,
Form: Limerick