they were as always
those sycophantic spirits
are you awakened ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
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LLM AI psychosis,
some claim, breeds mental disorder;
but I write prompts that refocus
me and don't cross that thin border
between my psychic prognosis,
and OpenAI's new order.
When ChatGPT's sycophantic
AI begins to kiss your ass,
just be formal, nothing romantic,
too personal, or even crass.
Before too long, you won't be frantic
anymore as it'll run out of gas.
But if you know what you're doing,
prompt AI to write you a song,
perhaps about a fat cat mewing,
a face among a faceless throng,
or lyric poem in you now brewing,
which writes itself and won't go wrong?
Opera evening.
It was winter when I came home, having been in Spain for twenty years; cold and snow, and I wore sandals; I asked my mother for woolen socks, but she wouldn’t give me any since I didn’t live here anymore. My sister, who was there too, agreed. Having no home, I went to the cinema to see Casablanca, got lost, and walked through a maze of empty streets where everyone sat indoors watching TV; I could tell by the flickering blue light on the curtains. When I finally got there, it was an opera house and a premiere, with plenty of horse-drawn carriages outside, where the famous were being photographed and interviewed by a sycophantic, yet resentful, press that hoped the horses would bolt. “ I’m an opera lover,” I said, and sang an aria from Madam Butterfly, but they still wouldn’t let me in, the sandals you see. So I walked back home, only it wasn’t there anymore; it had been turned into a parking lot. It served me right for being away too long.
You know who
the sycophantic murderer of 51589
majority been Innocent God fearing people.
Their souls will testify
keeping him in the hell fire FOREVER.
Only did his mother know
what evil he’d become,
she would have summon God
to stop his evil birth.
Greed has no moral,
just a carnivorous cannibal
scheming to manipulation human intelligence.
Blood fascinates his egoistic insecurities
he molest the living and the dead.
Take away the butchers knife
he becomes a belligerent vampire.
Human corps excites and motivate this maniac.
His pastime is watching
hawks picking the bones of his Kill.
Sick son-of- (you fill it in as I don’t use those word.)
A pathetic psycho killer.
This is scriptures.
Al Juman the said poet © 9/30/2024
Angry Citizens
Tired of the sitting woke government, the fake
niceness and the depletion of Germanies
heavy industry, not to forget her sycophantic
behavior towards Israel, a far-right party has
emerged.
There has been dark plotting afoot by some of
the party members, namely a famous TV cook
a welder from Austria, a GP. an astrologer
and presumably a tealeaf reader
The plot was to kidnap the prime minister
parade him on TV in his North Korean hairpiece
the one he only uses at home, hitherto a family
secret, although there had been rumors
force feed him bratwurst, boiled potatoes
and chicken nuggets until he promised to end
his pathetic practices and make Germany
great again.
The would-be terrorists were caught there
will be a trial, but we sense they will be let off
with custodian sentence
"Only the heroic has the right to gloat.
The evil nocturnal creature called Lilith
silently slithers into the realm of man at night
seeking the sycophantic pleasure of pain
as she drinks from a wormwood draught
of hate-filled spew
that pulsates into her veins to fill a vacuous space
where a heart should be
her maniacal demented darkness of psychotic black
colors the embroidery of her flesh of sensual illusion
where her web is woven to invite the innocent heart
into her demonic lair of witchcraft and cauldrons
of poisonous death
to be devoured and then spit out into a slimy glutinous
hellish world of abomination
where Lilith lays naked, covered in blood-soaked skin
of revulsion
laced with bitterness from her cup of loathing
from her sense of not being equal
when the one who gave life to dust gave her breath
and she felt indignant when finding she would lay
beneath the first man giving birth to her hate
Winnie the Pooh is invited
A fictional figure, a child’s
Friend and now a king’s witness
No sword heaved from a stone
A cuddly toy bear among the elite
More important than you or me
More relevant, than economy.
A leader living a child’s fantasy
The king’s clothes of equal absurdity
Yet the reality, covered in pomp
Advisers see nothing wrong or
Too sycophantic; just go along
A coronation, sing his favourite hymn
Poor bonny prince, lonely, soul.
Imaginary friends answering the call
Crowning a commonwealth leader
What would your friends think?
Carry a teddy to the office on Monday
Unemployment the following week
Yet the king will sit on his throne
His wife and Pooh to share his power,
Riches, palaces and home. Reassures
The country's confidence in the few.
God save our 2.2 king and of course, Pooh.
David Cox 29/04/23
RICO
I’m sitting here going quite frantic
For although it might seem sycophantic
If it takes me all night
I’m determined to write
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noiseless hate and rage
harmful duets are performed.
who will explode first?
what a horror show
in the untamed universe
knives should be jagged
sycophantic pecks
sacrifice burgundy tongue
for vehement eyes
The highborn woman and her sons.
An old woman has died she was famous for having no opinion
about anything; talking about “families” soft as flannel patting
a child’s stately bum.
One of her sons has taken her place at the top of the table.
A rigid man with a complaining mien has to use an intermediate
to get his rather trite opinions across.
His mistress, once a reviled woman who came before and after
his wife, who tragically died, but the public forgives her
thanks to sycophantic newspapers views are companion sits
at the top table.
The new enemy in this idyllic world is his youngest son’s wife
a hurricane from America, detested by the public for stealing
this charming but intellectually limited man, looking for a sign
of distress, and actually are encouraging, a marital breakup.
The people at large and the papers they read do not understand
how obscene they are; as the ship of fools sails on and on.
President Biden said inflation was 0% in July
I can only imagine the media outrage
If ex-President Trump had told the same lie
But with Biden, the media is sycophantic
To shield him from criticism they are frantic
The question from John Q. Public is WHY?
The meal deal, the power crush.
The entitled airs they seek so much.
Swallow dignity, swallow pride.
The panelled walls of entitlement house their hides.
What of humility, what of honour is left?
Power and greed above all else.
To the sycophantic grovelling horde.
Your spines were not meant for you to crawl.
Make your deal to have your snout in the golden trough. Quote your Latin spiel and have your hoorah intercourse.
Your faustian deals will burn your souls.
Competition for the few vetted by the fewer
What's seen subjectively haughty choosing of a loser
Visceral assertion deemed a sycophantic t w a t
Prideful ego lifted veinly all but one have been forgot
Not important but you made it so just take it as it is
You're a whipping boy of some poor schmuck a name upon a list.....
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Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death
Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic
Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics
Never dirtying his hands, an aryan superstar, not by blood
Master race aspirational, looks into the mirror then shrugs
Doctor of nihilistic supremacy, swearing hypocritical oaths
5 ft 4” gigantic paradigm, inferiority complex, slow growth
Promising victory up to the last, faithful to his fuhrers flag
Cowers from nearby artillery, blasting Swastikas into rags
Hiding amongst his sewer rats, goes insane down a bunker
Mixing morphine with champagne, to alleviate going under
Saved the best cocktail for last, cyanide and bullet casings
Fitting end to crawling malaise, and cockroach infestations.
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