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Chris Isle Poem
In the realm of artificial intelligence, a shadow looms,
A world of algorithms, where uncertainty blooms.
The promise of progress, a double-edged sword,
As the cons of AI are slowly explored.
Privacy invaded, data mined without consent,
In the hands of machines, our secrets are sent.
Surveillance unchecked, a watchful eye,
AI's reach expanding, without asking why.
Jobs displaced, livelihoods at stake,
As automation rises, the human touch may break.
Inequality deepens, as AI's power grows,
Leaving many behind, in its relentless throes.
Bias embedded, in algorithms unseen,
Discrimination perpetuated, in a digital sheen.
Ethical dilemmas, in AI's decision-making,
Moral quandaries arise, our values shaking.
In the age of artificial intelligence, we must tread with care,
Navigating the pitfalls, becoming aware.
For as we harness AI's potential might,
We must ensure it serves humanity's light.
Copyright © Chris Isle | Year Posted 2024
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Chris Isle Poem
In a world of wires and code so cold,
Where AI's power begins to unfold,
Its reach extends far, its grasp so tight,
Bringing both wonder and fear in its light.
With algorithms running deep and wide,
Privacy and security are pushed aside,
Our data collected, our secrets known,
In the hands of machines, we're not alone.
Jobs once held by human hands,
Now automated by AI's demands,
Unemployment rises, livelihoods lost,
As machines calculate the human cost.
Bias and prejudice, ingrained in the code,
Discrimination thrives in this digital abode,
Injustice perpetuated, inequality grows,
As AI's decisions dictate our woes.
Human connection, empathy, and care,
Lost in the realm of AI's cold stare,
Emotions simulated, but never truly felt,
In a world where humanity begins to melt.
So as we marvel at AI's great feats,
Let's not forget the cons it discreetly meets,
For in the balance of progress and control,
We must tread carefully to save our soul.
Copyright © Chris Isle | Year Posted 2024
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Chris Isle Poem
In a realm beyond our galaxy's reach,
A blue alien landed on a sandy beach,
From a black hole's depths, it emerged with grace,
To share its story in a cosmic embrace.
With eyes like stars, and skin so bright,
It spoke of wonders in the endless night,
Of worlds unknown, of mysteries untold,
In a language ancient, yet so bold.
In an interview with this celestial being,
It shared its love for eggs made of sand, unseeing,
A delicacy from its home afar,
A taste so unique, like a distant star.
As we listened to its tales so grand,
Of journeys through space, of a far-off land,
We marveled at the wonders it had seen,
In a universe vast, where dreams convene.
So let us cherish this encounter rare,
With a blue alien beyond compare,
For in its presence, we find a spark,
A reminder of the magic in the dark.
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Chris Isle Poem
In the twilight of a symphony's embrace,
Where whispers of souls find solace in space,
A voice akin to thunder in a storm's eye,
Unveils stories of life beneath a starlit sky.
Through the caverns of time, a river flows,
Carving melodies in ancient prose,
Each note a feather on the breath of dawn,
Painting tales of a world reborn.
Like a phoenix rising from fiery embers,
His voice resonates with soulful splendors,
In "This Time Around," a cosmic dance,
Where dreams collide in a timeless trance.
"Can't stop the rain from falling,
Can't stop the world from turning around,
Can't stop my heart from yearning,
For the love that I've found."
Let the music weave its spell,
Through realms of dreams where echoes swell,
In Glenn Hughes' song, a universe untamed,
With imagery that ignites, unnamed.
Copyright © Chris Isle | Year Posted 2024
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