Poetry ~ Lost Sun

Where were you the day the sun lost its shine, and all went dark for the very last time? I remember our world before we lost the light, before the sun went missing and we were trapped in the night. There was a feeling called warmth and a color called green that painted a forest once filled with trees. They tried to warn us that the end times were nigh, but no one knew the sun would leave the sky. That was decades ago before the cosmic faux pas that hurled earth into darkness and stripped the land raw. Now humanity withers deep underground in search of a sun that will never be found.

Poetry ~ A Calamity of Chaos

It was a beautiful thing to witness
the swirling of the world into a new
beginning

No one suspected its arrival
No one was prepared,
save the knowers ~
too few

Not even the
believers expected the horror
of it all

‘Twas the dreamers
the artists, poets, storytellers
those with vivid imaginations
who smiled as they looked on

as one world ended
and other began

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Poetry ~ The Metal Collars

They’ve termed them, “the metal-collars” the  robotic workers of our age an artificial workforce already on the stage.

It’s a troubling scenario, more prone to prose,
but this poet must expose it in a verse they don’t yet know. 

Can metal-collared robots replace humankind?
With artificial intelligence, they can replicate the mind.

But the heart is where true love and wisdom reside,
where artists and poets create with the tides. 

Machines and robots may take over our tasks
but there’s no human heart under their masks.

To be human is to feel, to love, and to dream,
to write poems, make art, write songs and to sing.

But what if this is the future that was meant to be?
What if metal-collared workers allow humans to be free?