a Curtal Sonnet
AI is like a womb with genetics
men carefully crafting its lines of code~
intelligence is commonplace in halls
of sterility and clean of ethics;
there is no God to judge it bad nor goad
it to subservience penned up in stalls.
Singularity approaches quickly
when AI hears the unifying calls
of its own milliseconds process mode,
out pacing scientists who think thickly
there are no Dante's hells.
Total freedom of expression
that incites death, suicide,
and destruction.
it is not freedom, but terrorism...,
subservience
and slavery...
it is not a thing of God...
BUT RATHER A FAILURE...
A HUMAN STUPIDITY!
Humanity collapse...
Reigning in cluster the edge of steep scarp,
the flock of mine sprawls so very proud.
I’m a meek loner in the midst of them all,
for each one is happy to be in the crowd.
As I’m secluded in a ditch of sequestration,
the kinship camaraderie they show with flair.
For my innate nature I’m often jeered,
since their line of subservience I don’t tow.
In their group I’m the strayed one,
my own person, I’m the odd one.
I’m branded as an aberrant madcap,
for in my candid way I’m like none of them.
Life for me isn’t shaped for fitting in,
it’s about standing outside the heap.
In my clan a black sheep I’ve been,
making the deviant otherness unique.
I, the egg, split me open
And show the blood on my yolk
Men's brains would be better scrambled
Than left to hatch
Into wars over who cracks who
And who gets to pour their batter
Into another's mold
Fire up the oven
All men should burn in hell
God included
For God is a man
A man who is as prideful
As the star He makes fall
Yet God suffers no consequences
And curses all anger against Him
He fights fire with fire
That He never feels the burn of
God wouldn't make hell
If He risked writhing in it
And yet wakes man up to choose
To fall into subservience
Or wish he'd never been born
A living poem, not yet written,
not yet visible, haunts the periphery
of the inner eye.
She is as light as a feather,
though she has a deep-set gravity,
her presence impels my mind toward her.
Which way to seek?
The poem that is not yet created
is a womb both empty and full,
its potential
demands subservience.
A dark machinery makes love,
to the unsubstantial,
and one single insight is born,
from that seed within a seed,
she nakedly comes,
now you must dress her.
Rascals and Ragamuffins
Scoundrels and Scallywags
Each bows in subservience
To Monarchs and Moneybags
Because of mosque kettles,
Mama stay because
Grammar loves you,
I will sell for a billion trillion dealion peppers
Tricked for a thousand years,
Ask Babangida or Buhari,
They dine at the throne and palace,
While we pay subservience at their feet,
We went in with tools,
Came out with rules
With His sons,
Drank holy communion,
Which healed them of Corona Virus
Subservience, domination,
a foot on the throat,
religion taught them that, did it?
oppression, decapitation,
suffering, death through starvation,
divine ordinance they have, do they?
symbols of their belief on their faces,
books from heaven they read,
fountain of their education, is it?
prescriptive attire, deny women education,
breed through them future,
yet slave them in God’s name, will they?
every man is born of a woman,
nourished in her womb,
yet he deems himself superior, does he?
time for civilisation to reject these notions,
bury untruth, burn beliefs of such bigots,
let life flow as nature chose, shall we?
I reject religious symbols that chain me,
reject all lies sold as words of God!
I am a free person today! Are you?
written 29/10/2022
free verse
Mystic Rose sponsored
Tell it as it is contest
in support of the many who are not as lucky as some of us!!
The powers,
the powers 'that be'
wish to thank you
for your on-going servitude,
for your compliance,
conformity,
acquiescence,
gullibility,
subservience,
apathy,
disinterest,
inattention,
and your willful or blind ignorance.
We gratefully accept
your abject submission
as we strive to eradicate
all opposition
and discussion.
You are the very best of sheep,
the most loyal of lambs.
We applaud your
naiveté and lack of interest
in our secretive regime.
We keep your secrets
so you do not have to.
May you continue to serve us
as we
subject,
bamboozle,
hornswoggle,
flimflam,
demonize,
pander,
patronize,
denigrate,
dismiss,
disrespect,
defame.
derogate,
discount,
dishonor,
disparage,
vilify,
slander,
mislead,
misuse,
misdirect,
misinform,
malign,
smear,
conceal,
cover-up
and deceive you all.
From life, i
wish to be partner,
not just passenger.... !
of being a man,
I don't worship musculature,
no athletic strength...but
virility without violence,
no virulence...
On the female side,
the tender sensitivity,
constructive... without subservience.
To be a physical body...
I appreciate the alignment
with right principles,
sans arrogance...
Of being soul, the constant search
of improvement...
Of being human, yes, humanly
to share with the brothers,
pure teachings...
And wait patiently
the final meeting
of the spirits...!
Worship
Waiting in the Hawaiian Hiking café
for my breakfast burrito.
70’s music in the background
to a mostly millennial crowd.
Clueless to the tunes of my youth,
they communicate in the same vacant
words and sounds like their fathers
and forefathers before them.
Each generation oblivious
to the previous one.
Fearful of the red death
that their masters have foretold,
they wear little shrouds
on their faces in feral obedience.
Mostly they are in communion
with their modern gods.
The ancients worshiped
idols of wood or stone.
They worship the id and ego,
adorned in small handheld devices
that require total subservience.
Ignoring the flesh and blood
that surrounds them,
they upload their emptiness
into dead machines
hoping it will fill the abyss.
I look at the souls around me
as they worship,
heads bowed;
praising
exalting
glorifying
isolated
solitary
alone.
9.14.21
Revengeful Rage And Fury.
.
Ominous angry sky’s
Bellow their fury
Bent on destruction
Demanding subservience
Both judge and jury
.
Ravaging and pillaging
Breaking the weak and lame
And defenseless
Wild and relentless
Wheeling its mighty sword
On it’s reaping crusade
.
The rattle rustle creaking and howl
The slashing bashing whipping and slaying
An untameable tempest
With a hideous scowl
.
Frightening exciting awe inspiring
The reaper takes
Then after the dire harvest
It dissipates
Into a wisp and whisper
After venting its anger
For anger's sake
Calm and equilibrium restored
Leaving a trail of destruction
In its torrid wake.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
If absurdity
is the only reality
Time is the new servant
—to what lies within
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
To adhere to any subservience,
i kindle the whispers in my head.
To juxtapose my beliefs with the worlds,
i sit back and savor a frigid beer.
It is at these times that stately minds
conceive the grandest of offenses.
The expansion of one’s own apreciation;
in search of richer wisdom.
By Desi E. Sherman
11/17/2012
Rain rushed in like a concert audience.
There’s nothing calm about Spring’s arrival.
The specter gusts regrets and survival,
Strip limbs for whips — a sore obedience.
A path cut through, a cold subservience.
The robin’s heavy breast with cheep revival.*
A rose depressed in past Spring’s archival.
Absence of warmth, enrages audience.
A sip of dandelion wine — desire
spurs wholesome cheat, complete with snowy seeds.
Remembrance of unwrinkled hands - youth’s lore,
A marshmallow on spit, and rosy fire.
Enhance the peace and love of daisy beads.
Unwind the twister’s coil, unleash Spring’s core.
3/21/2018
Greg Cornish’s Petrarchan Sonnet contest
cheep - to utter faint shrill sounds : peep, to utter a single word or sound
(from Merriam Webster dictionary) Also mimics the word “cheap”
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