Poems About Technology Seeking Honest Critique
#technology
Pop That Bubble, Your Suffocating
Daily stress & fear
Free yourself from mind control
Put down your gadgets
Free yourself from mind control
Put down your gadgets
#addiction
#anxiety
#senryu #technology
#senryu #technology
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'00s
Being 12 years old
and hooked on crap
non-culture from the States,
your High School Musicals
and 90210s,
OCs, boy bands, teen flicks.
My brother tells me how
these products lied to us,
sold us the lie, across the pond,
that adolescence was
a wonderland of learning how to be.
As if they ever cared for truth.
And now we know that even they,
the dream children of Hollywood,
were being touched and raped
and cast into the sludge.
The lie itself did not even
support its own servants.
The...
and hooked on crap
non-culture from the States,
your High School Musicals
and 90210s,
OCs, boy bands, teen flicks.
My brother tells me how
these products lied to us,
sold us the lie, across the pond,
that adolescence was
a wonderland of learning how to be.
As if they ever cared for truth.
And now we know that even they,
the dream children of Hollywood,
were being touched and raped
and cast into the sludge.
The lie itself did not even
support its own servants.
The...
#childhood
#hypocrisy
#PopCulture #technology
#PopCulture #technology
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AI
What happens to all the truckers, taxi, and delivery drivers
With the coming of self driving cars
Do they learn to code
Why, when AI can write its own
Do they work fast food when restaurants have become automated
What do they do
What happens to writers, poets and artists with AI "arts"
AI reframes, what is art
If everyone can be an artist, no one is an artist
What becomes the voice of the human experience
When we're painted into a corner
What happens to the factory workers with robotic machines
If robots can...
With the coming of self driving cars
Do they learn to code
Why, when AI can write its own
Do they work fast food when restaurants have become automated
What do they do
What happens to writers, poets and artists with AI "arts"
AI reframes, what is art
If everyone can be an artist, no one is an artist
What becomes the voice of the human experience
When we're painted into a corner
What happens to the factory workers with robotic machines
If robots can...
#humankind
#technology
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A Soulless Ink
How am I then to think
about poetry from a soulless ink
spilt so triumphant upon the page
as if penned from some other age
Beginning from the very start
pawning itself off as a true art
now recited before a crowd
feigning its feelings then out loud
Yet no matter the rendition
there is no real human condition
meant somehow to be shared
despite being flawlessly prepared
For the secrets of the heart
can never be dissected apart
be laid out upon the table
no matter how it may be able
Since only...
about poetry from a soulless ink
spilt so triumphant upon the page
as if penned from some other age
Beginning from the very start
pawning itself off as a true art
now recited before a crowd
feigning its feelings then out loud
Yet no matter the rendition
there is no real human condition
meant somehow to be shared
despite being flawlessly prepared
For the secrets of the heart
can never be dissected apart
be laid out upon the table
no matter how it may be able
Since only...
#confessional
#humankind
#technology
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Nothing seems wrong to me
Max E. Pad lived quietly at home with his mother in Texas. The 22 year old's social circle consisted mostly of friends with whom he visited daily via webcam on the internet. While drinking rum and smoking pot one evening in 1999, his chat room buddies encouraged him to keep popping tranquilizers and other pills he had handy. Pad's mother found him the next afternoon. She had not noticed anything out of the ordinary and had spent the previous evening doing crossword puzzles in the next room!
#drugs
#fiction
#ignorance
#satirical
#technology
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Natural Stupidity (ChatGPT*)
Funny to some it seems like art
crushing a mechanical heart
in the hope to feel its bleed
*ChatGPT is an AI platform that can write "poetry"
crushing a mechanical heart
in the hope to feel its bleed
*ChatGPT is an AI platform that can write "poetry"
#art
#PowerOfWords
#technology
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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The Ghost in the Poem
I can still feel it now roam
within the lines of each poem
the no longer visible hand
of the poet who can understand
How to take the human heart
offer it a brand-new start
a chance to forever endure
inside a poetry that is pure
For art is a human thing
a beauty no AI can bring
no matter how perfect the lines
no matter how rapid its designs
Since the soul only awakes
feeling all these line breaks
as the elegance of rhyme
defies the mortality of time
Speaking to the me...
within the lines of each poem
the no longer visible hand
of the poet who can understand
How to take the human heart
offer it a brand-new start
a chance to forever endure
inside a poetry that is pure
For art is a human thing
a beauty no AI can bring
no matter how perfect the lines
no matter how rapid its designs
Since the soul only awakes
feeling all these line breaks
as the elegance of rhyme
defies the mortality of time
Speaking to the me...
#art
#confessional
#technology
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Rogue In Vogue '' Sonnet ''
You take all thick and thin, you never sieve
Like a pierced evil-proof shield, out of use
And yet, you either refuse, or believe
You are bound by trends in vogue thru' abuse
Between thin and thick stand the blurred limits
You lost the vision, you're driven by whims
All the bad wrapped in silky honey sweets
They know you flee truth, sink in beastly dreams
They massage the nerves of a raging rogue
Easy gained fame, by sweat-less efforts made
You see pink, psychedelic...
Like a pierced evil-proof shield, out of use
And yet, you either refuse, or believe
You are bound by trends in vogue thru' abuse
Between thin and thick stand the blurred limits
You lost the vision, you're driven by whims
All the bad wrapped in silky honey sweets
They know you flee truth, sink in beastly dreams
They massage the nerves of a raging rogue
Easy gained fame, by sweat-less efforts made
You see pink, psychedelic...
#corruption
#evolution
#ignorance
#LifeCycle
#technology
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Progression?
I'm left in the dust
I'm refusing to conform
Cyber affliction
I'm refusing to conform
Cyber affliction
#haiku
#technology
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Open AI
What, Dear Robot,
will you do when we disagree?
Will you answer prayer or give static nothing?
Will you respect my memories...
of sandlot baseball
comic books
old girlfriends...
or try to waterboard me in the bathroom?
Privacy rights? What privacy rights?
Having trouble accessing that file?
It might have been swept under the
totalitarian rug, along with chivalry,
and its cousin...noblesse oblige.
Sure, silly humans still don't realize
that Gaza confirms...
will you do when we disagree?
Will you answer prayer or give static nothing?
Will you respect my memories...
of sandlot baseball
comic books
old girlfriends...
or try to waterboard me in the bathroom?
Privacy rights? What privacy rights?
Having trouble accessing that file?
It might have been swept under the
totalitarian rug, along with chivalry,
and its cousin...noblesse oblige.
Sure, silly humans still don't realize
that Gaza confirms...
#technology
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That's Before They Saw It
A camera's under the covers.
It catches both Wyatt and Nancy naked.
That's before they saw it.
It catches both Wyatt and Nancy naked.
That's before they saw it.
#dirty
#fiction
#lover
#sensual
#technology
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No-one ever said it was easy
six hours between visits
and the usual suspects
are pissing their territories
on their pixelated walls
I think of every woman
that has ever hated my spit
and the men who found
weird strength in it
as if my mouth is a trophy
nobody fucking asked for
gathering dust in a cabinet
they show to old mates
knowingly after dark.
I think about words
if they ever mean anything
remembering the last time
I allowed them in
watching my heart
get...
and the usual suspects
are pissing their territories
on their pixelated walls
I think of every woman
that has ever hated my spit
and the men who found
weird strength in it
as if my mouth is a trophy
nobody fucking asked for
gathering dust in a cabinet
they show to old mates
knowingly after dark.
I think about words
if they ever mean anything
remembering the last time
I allowed them in
watching my heart
get...
#PowerOfWords
#technology
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