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Sentience

What if our planet is sentient
In ways we don’t understand
And we by out actions have
Upset events it had planned,
Brought forward change
By hacking down the trees,
And Interfering in many ways
That just didn't  please.

On a body the size of a planet
We are just like irritant fleas,
Or maybe to be considered
As an invasive skin disease.
Perhaps a period

Categories: sentience, environment, philosophy, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme

Autumn Sentience

As
Autumn
approaches,
patchwork palettes,
sweet sienna sap, and savory seeds
augment this flavorful fragrant season,
softly cooing 
to the winds
“It’s time,
come”

Categories: sentience, autumn, color, environment, seasons,
Form: Alliteration

Sentient Beings

I hear the breathing during my torpor,
                             rapacious immateriality rustling,

Categories: sentience, anxiety, psychological, science, senses,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Senseless Sentience

Oh, soul!

Such glory!

Yet such tragedy ...

What a splendid canopy!


What an incredible tapestry above!

An endless and expansive sea of suns!

When I look to the stars my heart aches so,

It aches with a yearning that will NEVER be sated,


A longing far more intense than any other I've known.

200 billion galaxies, each with 200 billion stars of its

Categories: sentience, beauty, humanity, universe, wisdom,
Form: Free verse

Session 1: Tech Support Notes From the Any Key and Sentience Case

The Almost Omniscient, Omnipresent, Omnipotent Tech God Oisin
Session 1: Tech support notes from the “any” key and sentience case


 “Hello this is Oisin. How may I help you?” Oisin says in his polite business voice.

“Oh, mighty tech god Oisin I am glad it is you. This is Fred.” His voice sounded desperate. “I think my

Categories: sentience, humor, satire, technology,
Form: Prose

Sentience

Is it a blessing or a curse 
to know we are born to die?
Should we rejoice, be thankful 
for feeling time's blood
passing through our lives, 
or do we regret our ever
aging bodies as skin thins 
and joints creak like unoiled
hinges on a front door of 
an old house soon abandoned?

This knowing, this ever knowing...
why is

Categories: sentience, allusion, angst, confusion, identity,
Form: Free verse

Artificial Sentience

Artificial Sentience

Another bad idea doing a number on the gist of guilt
Of nothing new, 
the same old talking points voodoo
Of everything left to prove
Of everything left to hide
Sides being taken, swilling back another last gasp
Zoning in and out, coming to
To all those pointed questions: 
What must be done?
Which paradox to run? 
What will be the

Categories: sentience, political
Form: Free verse