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
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r
y dip slide
embracing the fall
she went down the slope
her mind in rapid decline
my old friend is gone
Heidi Sands
7/9/24
(C)opyright
Touching the soft light
Fumbling with forevermore
Releasing fumes, feelings glow,
Breathtaking, dreams trembling, awkwardly climbing,
Arrested by fate, the flow of mystery,
Triplex herbs in indigo, violet kiss
Stirring disciplines,
Evoking her light,
glowing beneath the unsteady crevices
Reflecting the impossible, dazzling, bright.
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
There once was a mathematician named Swope
Who said,” In calculus, while I’m deriving, I hope
To find an function so perfect
No tangent could touch it
Lest I fall on a slippery slope"
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
I am on the slope of recovery
Down are demons of suffering and anxiety
And this slope ,this slope is slippery
On the top ,good time is waiting for me
With every step forward i am growing
But on this slope ,it is hard to keep going
Infact ,it is easier to relapse
Coz for my little struggles i get no claps
That dark sad sad november
Vividly ,i still remember
When one fight on the phone
Kicked me hard on the floor
All of my recovery was shattered and torn
And i did not want to live anymore
The decision i took in December
To finally change and get some help
I Couldnt have taken without friends and family memeber
It was a decision for myself
That decision was not at all easy
But it gave restart to my recovery
And i am still in the process of it
"No relapse " ain't a guarantee
I might have a fall once again
I may still go through ugly pains
But this time i may not complain
Instead try to dance in storm and rain !
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
Brownstones bathed in light
ivy on wrought iron rails
flowers welcome friends
I walked a gentle slope
My heart full of hope
A sight serene to me
A sea to see to be free
Traverse the hill
For a lonely thrill
Look upon it all
But dare not fall
An ocean of gray
Where pilgrims still pray
A lighthouse illuminates
Our fate of hate
But still we dream
Of being one team
A nod of the head
The earth is my bed
Wise are leaf rattles
I'm amused by their tattles
If here I fell asleep
My purity I could keep
It's always a pity
That I return to the city
But still I walked a gentle slope
My heart bursting with hope
Did See Slope of a Dope
What we did was to have given up hope,
And had decided that they were a dope;
Knowledge lack;
Never bring back;
Intelligence level was a negative slope.
(Appearance looked just like some slope.)
(To have put up with was hard to cope.)
Jim Horn
So how was your poem using hope, dope
and slope.
Trump Skiied Off Side of Slope
Trump has remained far away from hope;
Tried to see things and broke his scope;
To fact resigned;
He lost his mind;
We sure wish had skied off side of slope.
Jim Horn
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