Multiplying Mirrors (Lanterne Series)
Self
fractals
whispering
through soft glass
flame
Eyes
reflect
memory
in breath-bound
shine
Time
drips down
each echo
folding one
face
We
become
recursive
portals through
One
Categories:
recursive, inspiration, visionary,
Form: Lanterne
To write some rules that check a text
to posit if it’s human:
a bit like Noah building arks
while lacking in bitumen.
For what’s the pitch, the angle here…
see plagiarism ceased?
To write a code to find fake odes:
that’s some recursive beast!
Categories:
recursive, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Deflected, crushed by the social retardation,
Not loved, ‘cos he’s altogether unaccepting,
Active learning the robot’s mouth action,
So he can't contextualise, there’s no blessing.
Neither me nor him meet and we sweep by,
There’s no connection from his ANDs and ORs,
Only citadels to weather the reactive cry,
When my nouns are pocketed by many cursors.
Where’s the memory bank and why the chat?
The bus is long gone and I'm open, vulnerable,
There’s no room for social construction’s mat,
To yield identity’s dynamic, recursive turntable.
Yes, microchips and logic gates shouldn't enable,
Machine learning at the cost of root foundations;
Your group, community, your niche and fable,
Ignite the necessary conversation of care situations.
Ok, so can we build a robot? A care robot?
Indeed care assistance is definitely reducible,
To only a small number of abstractions, clot,
‘Cos love does not evade the comprehensible.
Doors class as access, also pavements, steps,
Only three types of garments, two of people,
Friend or foe, but a cloud for certain parapets,
And who’s boss is said before, it's programmable.
Categories:
recursive, caregiving, computer, future, identity,
Form: Quatrain
Hiding a life to attain
The quieting of my broken bones
Through my mandelbrot eyes
What is Lost
Is now found
Fibonacci looks at me
My heart rebel against
The recursive mirror of vanity
Categories:
recursive, age, body, how i
Form: I do not know?
Nothing still have changed here in the world
The voice of streaming children in the morn
And the chirps of birds in the morning sun
Nothing still have changed, even after 449 years
That love is being both smile and tears
And darkness bring the greatest fear
Nothing at all changed
Not the fading numbers on the ugly old gage
And not the croaky sound of guises feigned
There is no much little difference
In all of the long existing inference
In all of the recursive existence
Nothing still have changed so much
Little kids still eat the tasty buns
Nothing still have changed the fun
while every memory keeps days gone
And exists still is season when the past is re-born
Nothing still have changed from
From the hundreds of years I have come
Changes had occurred to none
Only growth, growth on the run
Categories:
recursive, allegory,
Form: Free verse
endless memory
direct links are not enough
when patterns subside
Categories:
recursive, analogy, math, memory, philosophy,
Form: Haiku
recursive divine
echoing structures bygone
return to the mind
Categories:
recursive, math, memory, philosophy, poems,
Form: Haiku
Edmund becomes the code
Traversing he's a node
He spies the bug
A recursive slug
Triumphant to his abode
Categories:
recursive, computer-internet, funny, hope,
Form: Limerick