Playing with the Poetry Machine

The young Jacobal received another update to the child’s toy.  He was asked to have it generate poetry.

Here is what was generated by the new machine’s software;  shown in reverse, chronological order:

Poetry from the Child’s Toy Prototype

Jacobal laughed more than a few times and responded back to the developers by mentalmark; as usual.

Jacobal still remembered that strange story that the machine had made in an earlier version:

The Young-Earth Atheist

… so he laughed again.  The potential was great, but it sure had a long way to go before it could go on the market, if ever.

Some of the stanzas were not bad, some needed work, and many needed to be thrown out altogether; or so Jacobal thought.

The team wanted the machine to have a unique personality built in.  They wanted creativity at the risk of failure.  This idea was not good for Return on Investment (ROI) and management usually had the final say in such matters.

T.L. Toys was an altogether different sort of toy company.  Located in a unique location with unique opportunities to be exploited, it had potential in the high-end children’s toy department that nobody else but the T.L. cofounders had thought could be done.

 

So Nice Together

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So nice together are

chocolate, coffee, and kief.

Their three sounds starting as:

“cha”, “ka”, and “kee”.

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Their sounds  roll off of my mind’s tongue,

as they travel down the tunnels,

left over from old, dusty thoughts.

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Their journey cleans the dirt,

from the edges,

of the tunnels,

as the sounds pass by.

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One is soft:

“cha”.

Two are sharp:

“ka” and “kee”

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The kief goes first,

as it is the sharpest.

The coffee and chocolate are last;

they polish,

they shine,

the thoughts tunneled past.

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Their three smells and tastes,

so nice after heat.

Bittersweet,

brash,

dark and neat.

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Their three,

distinct feelings on the brain,

are thrice relief,

all sooth, excite, yet soothe

(in the main).

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Relative Sieves

by

David S. Ullery

♥

I like to chat and talk with friends,

or sometimes relatives.

But if I chat and stay too long,

their two ears,

become two sieves.

♥

They try to leave,

if I do not perceive,

that chatting,

takes four ears.

Some one-way talk,

may last so long,

it may feel to them like years.

♥

Somewhere,

Sometime,

when I am alone,

I wonder,

if ever,

my mind can come home.

♥

If there is something to say,

then make it clear,

with nothing to worry,

and holding no fears.

More often than not,

it is best to stop,

if the topic is not hot,

to non-filtered ears.

♥

That is one very friendly fellow,

and one very kind soul,

who listens a lot,

when the topic,

is not very cool!

 

It’s Cool to Be Alive

by

David S. Ullery

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It is cool to be alive,

And to be aware,

All at the same time

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Being aware,

Of being aware,

Of being aware,

Of whatever happens now

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The Universe is real,

And so am I

◊

It is a delight to be alive,

And to be aware,

Without a care,

In a world so small

◊

It is a cool breeze that blows,

And makes me aware,

Of time,

For the breeze makes a sound,

When it blows in my ears

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When my mind does travel down a dark path,

Being aware,

Without a care,

With the breeze in my hair,

Quickly,

Quietly,

Removes all of the fear

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The Gene Meme Machine Scene

by

David S. Ullery

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The backyard keeps its grass in a lawn,

But not Straight.

Wild, white flowers with roses,

Gather around its rounded edge on one side.

◊

The gene,

Meme,

Survival machine,

Enters the backyard scene;

To exercise,

To clean.

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The yard is now Straight.

The wild,

White flowers,

The roses;

They remain.

The lawn,

The machine;

They are trim.

 

The Garage is Great

by

David S. Ullery

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The Garage is Great,

It holds so many Treasures now.

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The Garage is Great,

It holds most of my books,

So nicely,

So neatly,

So organized,

On Bookshelves.

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The Garage is Great,

It holds the screws,

So nicely,

So neatly,

So organized,

To hold each shelf in place,

on its proper bookshelf.

◊

The Garage is Great,

It holds the boards,

So nicely,

So neatly,

So organized,

To become the shelf,

held in its proper bookshelf.

◊

The Garage is Great,

It holds so many Treasures now,

The books,

The niceness,

The neatness,

The orderliness,

And even one Car!

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Do You Believe?

by

David S. Ullery

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Do you believe,

That if I leave,

And go into another room,

That I will find,

As I look behind,

The handle of a broom?

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Could we perceive,

Life’s treasures we leave,

And the people who leave us too soon,

That when we are kind,

As we  sweep the dirt behind,

The memories still have some room?

 

Upgrade 01A: Wooosh, Click, Whoot

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Jacobal Lectomen:  Wooosh, Click, Whoot

by David S. Ullery

July 02, 2009

Based on the story: Upgrade 01A

Version: 1.3

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Jacobal Lectomen was nearly twenty four,

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

He had come of age so very recently,

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Upgrade 01A

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Upgrade zero zero  zero  zero,

Dot,

Zero zero zero one,

Dot,

One  zero one zero

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Upgrade 01A!

Jacobal,

You are dreaming all day!

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Two of the portable machines,

Closest to his head,

Made very tiny clicking noises,

As they self-adjusted to Jacobal’s,

Subtle movements in his bed

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

One held a scanner,

Over his forehead,

Then a probe,

Then withdrew,

Then over the top,

Then over his right temporal lobe,

And held it in place

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Moments later,

The one on his left side,

Made a very slight sound,

A soothing whoosh of fresh oxygen,

Followed by a soft,

Breathy,

Organic-metalic “whooot”,

As a valve closed

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

The third machine,

Was silently moving,

Its multiple scanners,

Over the patient’s torso and limbs

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

A few,

Extremely tiny,

Barely visible,

Blue lights were blinking,

At various rates

Another was an amber light and not blinking,

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Jacobal,

Upgrade 01A,

What happened to your qubits?

And why are they so close to your brain bits?

°°°

Jacobal Lectomen was nearly twenty four,

He had come of age so very recently

Jacobal: Whooosh, Click, Whoot

01A!

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Blue Dog

6. Blue Dog

By David Saxton Ullery

Performed By: David Saxton Ullery on Roland JV-30 Synthesizer

for: Upgrade 01A, Child’s Toy

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Blue Dog TRK 7 → ↑All Tracks↑

I was walking down the street,

Just me an my blue dog

bada chaa!!!

I was thinking about my life,

Thinking about my wife,

bada cha, bada chaa!!!

I was thinking about getting a cup of java,

And Reading a book later,

Maybe I will do just that,

bada cha bada chaa!!!

Wish there was more live stuff goin’ on right now,

Wanna here some jazzzzzz.

Wanna here a beatnik poet speak his mind,

but say something that sounds so hip, Yeah!

He should say something with Universal appeal,

so we can all agree, and just relax man

Wanna hear something cool from a tall stand-up bass,

Want the guy to be wearing shades and a cool hipster hat,

His chick with the long, blond straight hair,

Just sitting at the nearby table, snappin’ her fingers to the beat,

Yeah! Bada chaaaaa!

Wanna have a cup of coffee.

Just relax and read my book,

Forget about the beatnik,

‘Cause he just ain’t there.

No big deal,

’cause I am still here.

bada cha, bada chaaaaaaaa!!!

The Blue Dog Cafe,

Went there just the other night,

It was in the back of my mind,

—

It was out of your site,

First there was the blues bass player,

Followed by the electric jazz guitar…

…with an electric key board following note by note

The cool sax man came in…

…with the soft brush man and his sticks…

—

I swear I could smell the hint…

…of a cool jazz cigarette,

wafting its way through the cafe,

Whilst I sipped on my quad capachino

—

Right at the last note …

…I woke up!

Better believe it daddio!

Yeah!

Bada chaaaaa!

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Strange Dreams

Music with Poem

by

David S. Ullery

Music: Roland JV-30 Synthesizer

for: Upgrade 01A, Child’s Toy

03:20 ↓

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Blue Dog TRK 3→

… Photo composition and poem

Strange dreams,

Sharks and screams,

See the Mariachi guitar man play!

Another night for another day,

The show must go on,

That is the way.

We must play, then dream,

Then dream, then play.

We stay and stay ’till there is no more!

Blue bubbles, green bubbles, pink, black and white …

The shark will come,

He will place his sight,

On the Mariachi guitar man!

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