Simulations Poems | Examples

The night they know is bright as day

There’s children growing up that believe the stars
sound like crickets chirping,
for their only exposure to these sources of wonder
are through over-exposure to blue light and radio waves
and soundtracks overlaying simulations.
The night they know
is bright as day,
lit by “satellite internet constellations”
or fogged out by the price of progress.
They don’t understand what it is to stare upwards
and be humbled in awe.
That’s what’s wrong with men today;
they never look up, never gaze around.
They only march forward on a path
marked with dollars instead of footprints
and fail to take heed of the wails around them.
But at least one day, when
we’ve siphoned the earth dry to fuel 
“achievements” 
(greed),
when the cities are burning from the debts of desire,
the children will look up at the stars that aren’t stars
and hear real crickets chirping
and they won’t be afraid of the end.

TECHNISTA

TECHNICISTA
orderly
  trial
    &error
permanent
rich
  glowing
visual
  impact
with
particular
    effective
outlines
gentle
 instictive
  simulations
&enhancement
shadowed
in
careful
 &
effortless
   observation
of
harmonious
arrangement
of
alternations
left

Deus Ex Machina? God from Machine?

Like Job, I’ve known what is right and wrong,
And I try to take the view that is long.
Though I’m not perfect, I do fear God,
(Which, in modern times, does seem odd).
But what is God, I ask you now?
A burning bush? A sacred cow?
Or is God simply an advanced being,
Who seems all-knowing and all-seeing?
If God sees everything everywhere,
Am I important? Does He care?
Or is my lifeline a script I follow 
In His program filled with joys and sorrows?
If so, are all my tribulations
Part of His computer simulations?
Though these thoughts make me weary,
They keep me guessing and God-fearing.

Tarro and Bissia

They want to invent a game that uses
 four teams drones, manuel wheel barrows
boulders .
teams who work from one end 
 a lengthy area (feild or Lot)
with objectives and rules.
drones to delver (simulations)
the project hasn't been worked out and
the people
who are needed in creation
need to structure the level
where what's needed to make
it an athletics and challenge.
the challenge may include....
the challenge cannot include
the length of area
the duration of challenges
the inclusion
level scoring
and terms and agreements
need consideration and
Good yeilds
double cropping

Drone usage level
get the persons name
and inteview styles 
Staccato andFocusing on what's
The reverbing for promotion

Who sings in the night
to stand proud in
there challenge
to contend and become
champion
a champion above all
to stand above the Line

Icy Waters

I wade into the icy waters
And weave my way amongst the reeds
And watch the ducks as they scuttle
From ripple to ripple diving playfully.
 
I feel so young despite my age
When in the stream I unclad my feet.
Rough soles, thick though sore
Move carefully over shingles bare.
 
It is as if the water cleanses
My heavy soul from all its sins
From so many transgressions
From so many injustices.
 
But it is always thus with life it seems
That we remember only the ugly past;
We soon forget our good and blessings
Instead we suffer greed for a better life.
 
So let us raise our expectations,
Commit ourselves to our resolutions.
Go on our journey through its destination
And waste not our lives in angry simulations.
 
For if like ducks we dive into the stream
And search for tidbits, juicy and sweet,
We'll find so many treasures that 
We should forever hold so dear.

Simulations

Could all this talk
of a simulation matrix be real?

I'm pretty sure I saw myself
coming out of a dreamscape,
munching on an egg sandwich
I put together back in 82
when climbing a medium sized mountain
that looked like many others.

I'm almost sure I heard myself
echoing in your chest
as you heaved yourself
our of a mini-cooper
back in the day before you went keto.

The surgeon who took out my cancer
later died mumbling my name.
I'm nothing like my wife though,
not a bit like most folks,
however being my own kind of freak
makes me easier to be picked out,

more easily spotted in a crowd
wearing the same face
and baggy pants.

Those Little Demons

merge these errors into a single block...
dump like rubble on the next cliff...
flee before you hear the dry thud of defects
sprawled on the ground claiming its author.

because self-indulgence saves
even if it's fake
like when you disguise
look around awkwardly
wanting to get rid of contamination
brought by the uncomfortable truths
that knocked on your door
Or at that time remember?
you acted with hypocrisy and prejudice
so you lied to yourself
saying it was nothing
saying you were right
it wasn't really you
you were never that bad.

the pattern of self-pity
obeys a rite of pseudo surprise
acts like camphor ointment
relieves the hidden pain but you know
she's here
smiling like little devil
and makes you submerge in an ocean
where shame is the first virtue
to disappear.

Guide Words For Living

It is sickening to grow flowers
       of suffered memories ...
      Collect swoops from
       cataloged failures ...
       It is pernicious in everything put
       our brand counterfeiting
       shallow feelings ...
       giving due to obvious indifference ...
       We can not foretell the harm that is caused
        in simulacrum that are so
        real in unreality ...
        Confusing simulations
        reality sane by insanity ...
        Even in pain ... let us live
        instead... !

Are We Simulations

Are We Simulations..?

Briefly..Yes..!
Each of us is capable of
Self-Recognizing ourSelves
As Awareness aware of Itself..
Within our Aware Self 
Are found thoughts and perceptions..
Appearances these are..to include 
Human shapes  
Thinking and moving
Which we might aptly name:
Yes..Simulations...!

Decussate Dreamscapes

Spiraling simulations surfacing,
scattering synthetic secretions...

Constitution compiling constructs,
chimera copulations condescending…

Hope harvesting hallucinations,
halcyon harmonics hovering…

Eternities embracing ethereal etchings,
engulfing endometrium’s echo…

Dissociation disrupting dreams,
daunting deflective deception…

Illicit Illusions idling,
identical igneous illusory immanent…

Astral ambient abode,
abeyant assimilation abductions arising…

Licentious lethargic lioness longing,
levitating luring landscapes…

Sculptural synergies succumbing,
sensual sensations shuddering.



Background music...by Ennja
"No Matter"
With a female virtual voice



July.05.2019
Another Eight Word Challenge 
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

Placed 1'st...Thank You

Immortal Mind Uploading

Mere mortal body has to die, but what of mind?
Brain transplants are defeated by mortal neurons, that will all eventually age and fail.
Uploading minds to robot super computer brains, is immortality's holy grail.
For conscious mindful robot bodies can become the new mankind.
Abandoning frail mortal flesh to dust in grave, or ash in smoke, consigned.
You can replace your robot host with the latest model each year, for an image refresh and tech upscale.
Your mind downloaded from brain to computer can be uploaded, again and again, full-scale.
The mind-file then can then live forever, immortal mind to replaceable robot body, uploaded and maligned.

But what would it be like to live inside a metal box forever?
With metal arms and legs covered in fake skin, denied the thrill of flesh,
Without the sensual joys of touch and feel, of imbibing food and drink, and all other such pleasure.
Would a life immortal in a tin can be worthwhile, even with regular robot refresh?
Despite all the simulations, gadgets, fake this and that, would this really be the answer?
Or is mind so tied to mortal body that a senseless mind, immortal in computer chip, could never really mesh?

Diminished Expectations

Diminished Expectations


Everyone lives with a degree of frustrations
Although having backgrounds from different nations
Lives are destroyed by giving into temptations
As mates try rebuilding on broken foundations

Leaders lust for applause and standing ovations
While the common mans dreams are lost in translations
Children   busy    with    visual   fascinations 
While parents practice their rehearsed simulations

Human predators love their killing sensations
As their victims lose their treasured habitations
And so we live with diminished   expectations
Rejecting    even      logical       explanations.


Sample for my 12 by 12 Monorhyme Contest


John Derek Hamilton
January 11,2017

Two Days To Reconcile

Two windows of reflections, two souls from long ago
past times collecting memories of the realities
beauty glowing in the shades of two eyes
simulations of young love unsettled still muffles
unspoken those words that sparked the journey
many tears before
yet the shadows of the past still resides
pieces of the mirror that damaged the heart
will in two days reconcile the pain sustained 
two heart's buried treasures over the years
benches where before parked 
still sores remembrance
of the kisses, the smiles, the wishes
written images of the times held in disguise
rejecting a once love never realized 
the bright yellowness of the sun 
the lights in the sky at night
ignited fires unextinguished in our desires
in just two days another journey begins 
two once young hearts will finally mend 
fences chosen to beguile the sins of the past
many years to reconcile blinded eyes 
many lost uncertainties be stilled 
two days to reconcile
two hearts from the past
two days to reconcile 
two friends of tomorrow.

This Feeling

Can you tell when I talk to you
All the secrets I've kept
Can you tell when I talk to you
I'm so under your spell, I've wept
When we talk for hours on end
Do you have any idea what goes through my mind?
Typing and talking
I lose track of time
Sitting in class my minds always on you
Drifting away from reality
and making simulations of what to do
This image in my head won't let me rest
It's been buzzing around since we first met
Spreading throughout my body and infecting my chest
It's warming, it's calming, it's soothing all at once
It's taking my breath away and shutting my mind down
Letting me enjoy a taste of happiness
A taste of happiness is what I've wanted
for years, months and days
Just a simple sip from the cup of that feeling
and
Having someone to talk to
To express my mind to
Gives me hope
It gives me life
It gives me the feeling I'm not dying inside.
I feel saved.
I feel safe.
I feel you.

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