Résultats lu par "Mike Blake" dans Toutes les catégories

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 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.

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 emotions, become jealous of their creators, or handlers. These are questions, lingering in the air...

Pencil of Light can be found in the book of Poems titled: Many Un/Splendid Things. The theme is about coming out of deep depression.

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...

This is the newest version of 'The Shortest Day' which is bridged with new bridging verses to give it a different outlook and flavor to the poetry. It is not as compact and tight as the original but it has its own dynamics I actually prefer the bridged version, what do you think?

This Poem was written after reading a poem by William Wordsworth titled 'The Longest Day'. I checked and there had never been a poem written of the Shortest Day at the time of writing. This poem was written in the 90's and is only just getting published here now! I hope you enjoy it.

This poem, Assassins Creed II: Ezio, the second in the series, is a mixture based around the fictional video game series, film, the real Assassins founded by Hassan e Sabbāh in 1090, and other embellishments.

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.

Dolores O'Riordan, lead singer of the Cranberries, was a powerful wee singer, an incredible projectionist of her voice. It lifted people that heard her, and she amassed a great following as a consequence of her vocal beauty. She also played a part in the peace process with her release of Zombie and performing at the Nobel Prize for peace in Ireland.

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!

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.

The inspiration for this Poem, I think started writing initially after the title popped into my head. It seemed quite unusual and yet scintillating. I didn't really know where the 'road' was going to lead to.. I knew about 'out of Africa' for the human race, and realized that that was what I was aiming for. Many African nations where 'gifted' mobile phones or very cheaply from the old used stock in the early 2000's and that was the return point to Africa - Namibia being the early tribesman - their region being where humanity is supposed to have sprung from!

This is the 5th and final Poem written about the wonderful Karolina and her Violin playing in California on the streets of Santa Monica. Includes some verse on her family.

Karolina's Sweet Dreams.This is the 3rd Poem about the audaciously talented Karolina Protsenko. It is just simply a reverie of her music playing ability. A series of her poems have now been created.

This is 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.