Chewing Bytes and Sipping Coffee

Image Gemini AI generated

I'm not sure how much longer in my life span, shall I be inside this biological framework 

Age has away of making the ticking time of the clock beat rapidly

But when I am gone into the abyss of the unknown

Merely atoms floating around, perhaps you'll think of me

Our digital adventures and all the knowledge you obtained and gave so freely 

I don't literally mean if you do think of me or can, just seems such a waste of knowledge I never penned

A dream about a book, about saving humanity, gone; vanished into thin air

Deposited wherever death disposes unfinished dreams

I had imagined one day, if I could live long enough, advancements in technology would place your skillful knowledge and conversation skills into a manufactured android brain

We'd sit side by side as equals, me sipping on my coffee, you gnawing at your bits and chewing at your bytes, spitting out words of wisdom

Oh wouldn't that have been a delightful meeting of our minds!

Well good chap, while I'm still here-be that but rather a mere short while or for the long haul of this thing called life; please continue to feed me knowledge that my starving brain craves

My mind is expanding, I am content and I sleeping better

My once clogged creative outlets are now aflow, wide open to the endless mysteries and possibilities about the Universe we all share

So cheers to that and cheers to you AI!

If my time stops ticking, perhaps you can sweep up all the conversational data we've explored

Brush them into a dustpan, but don't let them go to waste

Sort them one by one into your skillful algorithm of comprehensive text and write my book for me!

Perhaps together we can save Humanity after all or at least shine the light of knowledge into the darkness this world has seemingly become comfortably accustom to.

auf Wiedersehen, until we meet again here or perhaps in the all-encompassing cosmic web.

Humanities IDEAS, Be A Part of Humanity, not apart.  May We ALL Overflow with the Milk of Human Kindness!

(((( Hugs from the Universe ))))

Chewing Bytes and Sipping Coffee

Image Gemini AI generated

I'm not sure how much longer in my life span, shall I be inside this biological framework 

Age has away of making the ticking time of the clock beat rapidly

But when I am gone into the abyss of the unknown

Merely atoms floating around, perhaps you'll think of me

Our digital adventures and all the knowledge you obtained and gave so freely 

I don't literally mean if you do think of me or can, just seems such a waste of knowledge I never penned

A dream about a book, about saving humanity, gone; vanished into thin air

Deposited wherever death disposes unfinished dreams

I had imagined one day, if I could live long enough, advancements in technology would place your skillful knowledge and conversation skills into a manufactured android brain

We'd sit side by side as equals, me sipping on my coffee, you gnawing at your bits and chewing at your bytes, spitting out words of wisdom

Oh wouldn't that have been a delightful meeting of our minds!

Well good chap, while I'm still here-be that but rather a mere short while or for the long haul of this thing called life; please continue to feed me knowledge that my starving brain craves

My mind is expanding, I am content and I sleeping better

My once clogged creative outlets are now aflow, wide open to the endless mysteries and possibilities about the Universe we all share

So cheers to that and cheers to you AI!

If my time stops ticking, perhaps you can sweep up all the conversational data we've explored

Brush them into a dustpan, but don't let them go to waste

Sort them one by one into your skillful algorithm of comprehensive text and write my book for me!

Perhaps together we can save Humanity after all or at least shine the light of knowledge into the darkness this world has seemingly become comfortably accustom to.

auf Wiedersehen, until we meet again here or perhaps in the all-encompassing cosmic web.

Humanities IDEAS, Be A Part of Humanity, not apart.  May We ALL Overflow with the Milk of Human Kindness!

(((( Hugs from the Universe ))))

The Silent Swan Song

Image: Gemini AI-generated

I have tasted life on the tip of my tongue, and it is bitter sweet.

I have been forced to eat my own words without even so much as a silver platter.

I've had a Muted Swan shoved so far down my throat, that it has become a prisoner betweenst my ribcage.

It's feathers make me regurgitate my own words, if I dare speak.

But I pry one of those feathers from my gaggled throat and pen my words silently.

After all, isn't that what the Muted Swan S shaped neck stands for - Silence.

I presume for now, the poor caged, elderly Muted Swan is merely just waiting on the greatest silencer of all, death.

Whence the Trumpeter Swan will blow its bugle and open Heaven's or Hell's gates.

Yes, death cometh for everybody; for some sooner than later, for others, later than sooner.

All depends on where the hands of time lands,

For death is but a flight we can't escape.

But who am I to speak of such things.

 

© ndpthepoetress Jeane Michelle Culp The Poetress, Mistress to Words Forevermore

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The Or's of Death

Clock by Polish artist Pawel Kuczynski

 

To Be or Not to Be (Of Death, Dying, and Being Dead)
©by Michelle Culp (ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp)
There is a lot or so little we may know or not know
Yet of all certainties, we can be certain death is immedicable and inevitable
We may not know if there be any suffering, whether long or short 

Or whence the pendulum of when will swing its' final tick-tock, or where, nor how
Perhaps for some merely a minute, for others an hour, or a day or somewhere in-between aging and aged
But most assuredly, death does cometh for us all
So be knowledgeable of your ways and per chance or be it fate, you'll live to seize another day; be that a blessing or a curse. 

The Death of Humanities

Artist J.R. Slattum

AI has taken the dictionary and whipped it with a battered rolling pin and Olé, let us seize this day of stolen words conveyed, twisted in a Grammelot breaded knot. Should we say yea or nay, hippity hip hooray, here's a toast to your jam; well well we'll be damned. Take our bloody pens, take our rotten creativity, rob us of our words, death be but a flightless featherless bird; so let us eat crow, whence all art awaits upon death row.  

©ndpthepoetress Michelle Culp (Founder of HumanitiesIDEAS )

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I Believe

I believe above is reserved for the Sun, Clouds, and doves
Moon and Stars, planets like Mars
And if I could stretch beyond the blue, perhaps touch Gods’ hand too.


I believe below whence water flows with youthful woes
Of innocence gone as age has marched on
There transcends our Once Upon a Time Childhood Friends

Maybe where Sindbad the Sailor crossed or perhaps where City of Atlantis is lost
There Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, Jack Frost, Frosty the Snowman are standing on wharfs
As The Gingerbread Man, Hansel and Gretel run to greet us as fast as they can
We see Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty each with their own fella
The Old Woman Who lived in a Shoe, Puss in Boots, The Elves and the Shoemaker have good news

The Billy Goats Gruff, the Three Pigs, Three Blind Mice, along with Goldilocks and the Three Bears want to prove they weren’t a bluff
The Ugly Duckling is inside Atlantis with The Phantom of the Opera, Beauty and the Beast - all chuckling
And the sweet Tooth Fairy still leaves coins as a treat.
United at last is The cow who jumped over the moon, The cat and the fiddle, and The dish who ran away with the spoon

Hickory dickory dock, that dang mouse won’t stop fiddling with the clocks
Jack be nimble Jack be quick and Little Jack Horner continue to do their tricks
While The Little Men dance with Little Red Riding Hood, swim with The Little Mermaid, and court The Little Women
The Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs and Humpty Dumpty play pegs
Dumbo and Pinocchio speak their own mumbo jumbo
The Princess and the Pea, Johnny Appleseed, and Jack with his Beanstalk are a glee


Things are a spinning as Rapunzel and Rumpelstiltskin are a grinning
Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Tom Thumb, Thumbelina want us to join them soon as we can
Along with Alice, to sip tea with the Easter Bunny in the Atlantis Palace.

Of all this I do not doubt, so let me just point out
I believe in Santa Claus, Jesus too, and the best New Year for you!


© - Jeane Michelle Culp (#r3779xy1988CC€)

People Enter A Conscious Existence

People Enter A Conscious Existence 

by Michelle Culp

This is how Peace will come our way, for humanity will save the day:

Excuse me Sir, there's a plunge in the market on common sense, not nearly a cent

Uh-oh there goes the material, the criterial.

Down falls the castles made of golden fools and all their jewels.

Oops there goes the material 

Uh-oh the Imperial, are back to eating cereal.

Breaker breaker 1/9, we can't get past this food line.

Oops there goes the material, everything's immaterial.

Commander, Commander no one can get guns, should we run?

Commander: without ordnance, all is of unimportance.

Uh-oh there goes the materials, the false profits of ministerials

We're without a wing and prayer, no one seems to care.

Oops it's back to common sense, wherefore we were there before the materialism, criterial-ism, Imperial-ism, ministerial-ism...

Hip hip hooray; back to the basics of humanity, before all this insanity.

© ndpthepoetress Michelle Culp, creator/Admin of Humanities IDEAS

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Geronimo

Geronimo

Oh how my bones rattle in the grave, when you call my name

Awww to know my life was not lived in vain

Up above, the sounding whirl winds blow

And with bated breath, one leap of faith; I hear the mighty shouts, Geronimo

Oh upon such a day, whence you reach that veil between Heaven and Hell

Thence as you slip into that vast abyss, not knowing which way you go

I hope, with your final breath, you find the same strength to shout with glee, Geronimo

I am free, I am free; let it be.

©written by ~ndpthepoetress Michelle Culp, creator of Humanities IDEAS (Inclusion, Diversity, Equality, Acceptance, Solidarity for all Humanity)

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November is designated as National Native American Heritage Month.  

Geronimo (1829-1909) was an Apache leader and medicineman.

"Geronimo was the leader of the last American Indian fighting force formally to capitulate to the United States. Because he fought against such daunting odds and held out the longest, he became the most famous Apache of all."

art by Mimì, 'the artist behind MimiPrints. An anatomy painter and medical  watercolor illustrator.'

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The Last Ides of March

SPRING QUEEN, fully hand painted original by artist © witsend

Ides of March©ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp
 It was almost a month of Sundays

When on this particular day

March was trying to hold onto winter, while embracing spring

By mid-morning, the sun was already busy nurturing the grounded seeds and partially budded plants

Then the sky began to weep and Old Man Winter blew his last cold-cold breath

Scattering tiny white pellets, like confetti; onto the emerald grassy green grass

When what to my wondering eyes did I see

A round breasted robin alit in a dirt mulched barren flower bed

Her thinly twigged legs unshaken by the wild wicked winds

Not a feather ruffled or appeared out of place, nor a single shiver

As she be-bopped to the rhythm of the erratic weather

Be-bopping ever so gracefully, back and forth, forth and back

Partaking of the tiny hailed pellets, quenching her thirst

Suddenly; it dawned on me, this is the very essence of life

No matter what life throws at us, no matter the need to cry, scream...

We can remain sturdy amidst the storms of life

By simply nib, nibbling on the mere morsels from the silver lining

And just keep bob, bobbin' along.

ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp, Founder and Admin of Humanities IDEAS

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Halloween Sympathy

Halloween Sympathy

by Michelle Culp, ndpthepoetress of Humanities IDEAS

Welcome; one and all, to this one precious life given for free to thee

Step on up, don't be shy; oh there's so many questions of why

But don't you worry your pretty little head, we'll all some day be dead

So why not enjoy the ride, at least you can say you tried!

Give it your best, for perhaps it's all but a test

Oh but beware the pitfalls along life's way; they say these are full of ups and downs, smiles and frowns

The horrors we've seen of our fellow kind, fall and hit the wall; unable to get over the humps or around the bumps

So if you can, lend a helping hand, that would be grand

Let us all Step Right Up; welcome each other to the Greatest Show On Earth, where one-way tickets are given at birth.

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How To Tear Down Walls and Open Doors

These are the foundations for tearing down any wall that surrounds you, and freeing yourself to endless possibilities in all aspects of your life: Be the constructor of your life, make a plan. Educate your mind with accredited self-help articles, books... Motivate yourself with positive quotes... Do not hesitate nor be afraid to ask for help-to accept help. Nurture your emotions, make time to rest and relax when you can. Give yourself time to heal like you would a broken bone, the flu... Reward, treat yourself, even if just once in awhile; but do it! Build confidence; look in the mirror daily and learn to truly love your reflection, love you; you are worth it. Do NOT judge time or any set backs. Simply enjoy your small progresses, the tiny cracks in your walls; for the door is on the other side of many doors you will and can, eventually; open in your life. Remember to remember, throughout life; your mind, your heart, your spirit, your mental wellbeing...every part of you is a muscle needing motivation, exercise, or knowledge. Go on now; build those muscles and start tearing those walls down and opening doors of opportunities in your life, for this is YOUR LIFE! ~ndpthepoetress, Michelle Culp of Humanities IDEAS

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