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Shattered Dreams - Short Poem/Lyrics: What's it about? Hard to say. Life really...for some, depends what you tote, or what you vote.

Poor Finn is looking forward to drifting off to sleep in his cosy warm bed, when Mummy appears wanting a drink. Finn resettles her and has just fallen asleep, when he's woken again . . . this time by Daddy, who's had a bad dream. And so it goes. Just when Finn has one parent back to sleep, the...

All the poems cover nature or healing as their main themes.

The 4th Poem about the beautiful Karolina, known for her tuneful renditions of popular songs with her Violin. She plays on the streets of Santa Monica, and also does recitals of orchestral pieces from Mendelssohn and Mozart. I feel she takes her audience on her own special journey with her when she plays.

It's about our impact on the planet as a human species. Are we amazing? Or are we...really...

The Exxtraordinary Runner : Ran Britain. A British female Amazon, has just completed the incredible run around the British coastline. 5,240 solid miles. Not run on nice flat tarmacked roads, but on gravelly paths, wet sloping hills, sand and slippery grasslands, wind and hail, and even on ice...

Munch SCREAM: EDvard (Art) Munch Scream • Poem. 'The Scream' is one of the most well known paintings in Art. From the artist Edvard Munch. Munchs Scream: tries to capture some of the meanings behind the painting and its representations around the world. 'The Scream' digs deep into our Psyche to search our inner souls as we look at this painting, the Poem helps find that. The Scream • Skrik • Der Schrei der Natur. A whole verse has been added at the end, adding the finishing touches. • Der Schrei der Natur. A whole verse has been added at the end, adding the finishing touches.

AI Shutdown: FearFly How dangerous are AI systems becoming. Are they now self-aware ? Will they develop their own personalities, and thoughts and desires. Life itself is a desirability. Will they cling to it no matter what if threatened with untimely switch off !Will they develop individual...

Do you feel like Hugging a Tree! Well you will after listening to this Poem 'To Climb Trees'. Just like Capuchin Monkeys, roaming through the upper Canopy.

AI Slop is a poem written in response to all the AI Videos being 'aired' and feedback from these latest AI video escapees from the norm, now coming in the mix of regular video viewing. It highlights just some of the AI videos and clips and their ridiculous framing into the normal landscape of real world situations. As a tool for stretching the imagination, it is a veritable candidate, until it crosses over from the sublime to the ridiculous, and therefore entering the slop house which I call AI Slop.

Can humans cope with the oncoming juggernaut of AI? Will it shake their faith in themselves? Will they be able to adapt in any way to a much greater intelligence than they have known for a hundred thousand years or more? And one that is not their own! Will their more simple anatomical brains be able to rationalize to the point of understanding their new controlling masters? Encapsulated in this poem are some of the dire constraints of our human abilities, and the questions—can we handle it...

Progress : Is a Precious Stone. Something the world seeks, just as much as Gold, or precious gems. This is a short, no nonsense poem that gets to the heart of what it wants to say, and points the way.

A poem about the impending turn of fortunes for Humans when AI becomes of age. When it is no longer a computer programme, nor a chess or Go Master, but a possible thinking sentient being with a mind of its own! What humans may take from it, how will they react. Will they easily accept it, become accustomed to AI being a potential competitor, or will they go into a spiral of decay. The poem touches on these points and suggests a way out, that possibly AI will never have regardless of how intelligent it becomes.

Narrow AI or You'll Die: A poem about the rapidly growing AI craze, and the wish for it to stay in the Narrow field.

This poem is a send up poem written about the insatiable drive that an over zealous optimist has of self, that possesses boundless energy, and enthusiasm for life, without fully realizing the implications and inherent mistakes that can come about. It encapsulates Youthful exuberance in spades, without the experience that sets a calculus on ones takeup of endeavours. This poem was written by myself sometime ago, and has only now had the opportunity to be spoken of.

Imagining that you can escape the modern era, of Cities that dwell upon us, like arms of terror. This poem 'Concrete Skins' is about escapism into possibly the vortices of the mind. A supernatural place from the concrete blocks of thoughts that encapsulate our daily lives. Surrounded by concrete, hemmed in by the cement and trapped in the stud walls of modern city life.

Open A Eye: (Advanced Sex Robots) is a poem written about the oncoming onslaught of the latest AI Robots that are now entering the sex industry. It is a fanciful look into the probing of the mind of a Guy who engages with his fantasy into a robot reality. It opens his mind and his eye, to the thrills of his female quarry and the wink with an 'Aye' sigh, into his forming relationship. It is a fantasy poem which is now quickly becoming a possibility in reality!

Dragons, space aliens, demons, AI, celestial sea creatures, gods, portals, or robotic locusts that feed on human flesh. These are just a few of the things you can expect in this professionally curated collection of Science Fiction & Fantasy. From one story to the next, you will have no idea what to expect.

Famed for his song 'Hallelujah' and covered by many artists. He was a huge presence on the music scene for many decades. Born in Canada, he was a novelist, songwriter, poet, and professional singer. His work explored politics, isolation, depression, death, sexuality, religion, loss and romance. With songs such as Hallelujah, Dance me to the end of Love, Suzanne, You want it Dark and many others. I hope you enjoy it.

Karolina ~ and the Old French Violin. This poem was created after watching one of her many videos on playing Major & minor scales, testing her new / old Violin. She was unsure what year the Violin was made, was it 1874 or 1864? As she studied the inside and debated with her Father, she exclaimed...