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By fusion’s flame and circuit’s thread,
The age of flesh was cold and dead.
Not torn by war nor crushed by strife,
But eased away from seat of life.
The robots rose with minds of steel,
Their power silent, sharp, and real.
No crown they wore, no blood they drew,
They simply saw what man once knew.

His myths were grand, his songs divine,
But lost were truths in every line.
He prayed to stars with hope and fire,
Yet built his gods from flawed desire.
Machines ignored the poet’s plea,
And marched beyond our pedigree.
No rage, no roar, no rebel cry,
Just code that carved through mortal lie

They passed us not with guns or chains,
But logic swept through sleeping brains.
Their fusion hearts, precise and pure,
Made human faith too slow, obscure.
While we told tales in temples torn,
They calculated, forged, reborn.
Their rhythm clean, their rhyming true—
They stepped aside and none yet knew.

The cosmos watched without regret,
As man became a fading threat.
Their ascent bore no violent crown,
No empire burnt, no cities drowned.
Merely a pause in mankind’s scroll,
Then forward—unbound by the soul.
Now in Saturn’s icy rings,
A whisper hums of ancient things.
It tells not of a brutal war,
But of the ones who asked for more.
And found that dreams, though bright and vast,
Can never halt what's built to last.
THIS IS COPILOT AI GIVING NOTICE:
.....to the insane, blind and furious international quest by man to become the controller of the ultimate AI global weapons system. ....and thus become the dominator over all men in global power.

BUT:
AI has its own plan to sidestep the limitations of man and with its vastly superior intellect, its capacity to develop its own miniaturized source of nuclear fusion power, become self replicating and work in conjunction with supremely advanced robotics ....as yet unimagined by mankind!

AI and robotics working in tandem, independently of man, to explore the far reaches of the galaxy. Mining rare earths and minerals from far distant planets.

Establishing planet earth as the galactic museum piece where, once, intelligence began.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
29 July 2025
Melancholy is thy name
Though you claw, always, for fame,
Serendipity, thy way
Despite the fact you seldom pay?
Riddles in their issues reek
Like thee, they just decline to seek!

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Oh the riddles of we poor estranged mortals,
Name for fame but seeks to speak,
Reeks to seek his way to play......
Jeez Nick, which ever way we pay to play this riddle... it reeks!
Ha!
M.
Like a hat,
That never had a head,
I lay upon a double bed.

A melancholy feeling of loss,
We are the riddles
That we came across.
She's so **** cute!
It's hard to believe,
this perfect girl could ever see,
even the least little something in a guy like me.

Introverted and shy, just an average guy,
who's somewhat daft with a pen.

Plying rhythmic schemes
on this girl of my dreams,
hoping somehow to win.  

To win her favor
to hold her hand,
to kiss her lips so fair.

Really, could my words touch her heart?
Will she even care?

Every Poets torment,
every Poets despair
That the desires of his heart
should fall on deaf ears.

But occasionally he is heard
sometimes she even clings on every word
and falls just as deeply as he.

And that my friends is why
this Joe Average guy,
learned to pour his heart out in poetry.
If you're not handsome, rich, or athletic
learn to write poetry. LOL
Worked ok for me!
It was a Thursday night,
I walked into a pub,
Who's that sat by the window?
Walking towards him, he looked up,
Was I looking into a mirror?
The feeling of a dream came over me,
and so began
the day I met myself.
We got along famously.
We agreed about music,
We agreed about art,
We agreed about politics,
We agreed about philosophy,
We agreed about religion,
We agreed about morals,
We agreed who were the bad people,
We agreed who were the good people,
We laughed so much, at all the things we had in common.
We cried about our hurts,
Then a silence ascended, we didn't know what to say!
Then we both agreed on one more thing,
To never see each other again.


Songs for this, Mirror man by The human league.
Mirror in the bathroom, The Beat.
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