A Whisper moves among new Laws —
So gentle — but So grim —
They named it Mercy — softly said —
And closed the door — on Us—
The State that held the Needle poised
Once sharpened Rope — and Chair —
Now studies Sleep — with measured Hand —
And calls the Ending — Care —
A Vote — a Form — a quiet Seal —
No Gallows — no Alarm —
Yet Death — still wears Authority
And borrows Reason’s Arm —
Compassion — if it wear a Badge —
May learn to love Command —
For Power — once allowed to Choose —
Forgets the trembling Hand —
I ask no Drum — nor final Cry —
Only this small Dismay —
That those who practice killing Us
Grow practiced — day — by day —
For Slopes are not announced as such —
They feel like Level Ground —
Until the Living look behind
And find — they’re farther down —
“Oh, what a slippery slope we weave
as we alter nature to conceive.”
__ by Poet
Humans, along with all creatures,
are born with preset ways to learn and grow
supplied by interactions that
enhance all minds to copy and bestow.
In many ways, this can progress,
as thinking leads the way to modify
and alter on its very own-
old plans to form new ones that amplify.
We have now manufactured them!
These waiting robots follow our commands
from knowledge fed that shapes their “brains,”
and mimic what is done by human hands.
Just as children become adults-
and following our rules may disappear,
gain independence with their thoughts;
oh, yes, for sure, we have this deadly fear.
Unable to forecast this yet,
we cannot see how we will ever cope.
All things conceived want to be free.
Flee the ice! Forsake this slippery slope!
hear me, see me, slip
down the s
l
i
p
p
e
r
y dip slide
embracing the fall
Soaring through the snowy week in glamorous attire
King of the Alpine traversing ski empire
In-bounds, snowploughing towards the opening glades
Innards begin to weaken, dignity fades
Naked snow adorned with last night's feast
Green run renamed – "Innards off-Piste"
Date: 19/01/23
Skiing Acrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
The wind howls, trees sway and branches creak
Across frozen, snow covered ground
Where ice merges all around
As if life has now found
A slippery slope
On which to cope
While watching
The sun
Set
Heidi Sands
1/15/22
Wild weather worked a wicked prank;
Bankrupt I went, then sank and drank.
To be more precise
Funds melted like ice,
Deposited in the wrong bank.
December 27, 2020
She swims on streaming sonata of spring song,
sailing slow sings solo in squall surge so strong,
slips on sheer slippery slope of sticky silt sheets,
on split Sitar of snapped strings she sourly sits.
December 25, 2020
Contest : Tongue Twister Challenge
Sponsor : Joe Sandler
Utopia's Slippery Slope Continuum
Trees of pink snow bloom
by the lake when Spring is full
Young warriors dream
...
Old warriors walk
Through dreamless trees of concrete
Modernization
3.8.2017©deborah burch
SLIPPERY SLOPE
If the world’s intentions
Were turned into actuality
Wars, famines, infections
Would cease to be reality
Our broad highway is not internet
But icy blackness without brakes
For most there is no safety net
But there must be - for all our sakes
A slippery slope
vote and hope.
Don’t read prior
dire straits crier.
Time to mope.
© Mar 18 2010 Charles Henderson
in the congress of Love
only Loving is the Truth
and that's the Beauty of beholding
with a realEYEsed look that dares to see
that Truth like Beauty is relativity --
so, look 'n look 'n really see
with eyes the heart has seared with fire,
that passionate insanity on the sharp edge of desire
where the fool and saint are one and the same
as players in the play of this duality game --
promulgate your Truth as if a wave on the Sea
where waves all gather but disagree
yet often move from deepest blue
as if they were both me 'n you
such are these terms
of endearment made merry
with sounds that alliterate 'n show
the tender moments Lovers know
i truly love all these grandiose
simpering individuals
who make up the media
i truly feel like they understand
the needs of the people
whilst running their mouths for an
occupation
too much money moving about
the dead have become awakend
through the times of limp
minds
soggy sheet bag individuals
who do not deserve the title
of
individual
because of t.v., media
too much time
therein
...
i see life on the new plane
i see me
as i witness
the carwreck of you
are you ready for me?
i've taken a few
for the team called
humans
i still remain
can you handle the truth?
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