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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.

Pillars of Creation: Is a poem based around the rekindling of interest in them from the the Hubble Space Telescope in 1995.

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.

This is A.C. Valhalla poem Part 1. It follows the journey of Eivor from her birthplace in Norway to England and her quest with her brother Sigurd, to conquer the 4 Kingdoms.

This song/poem lyrics was written sometime ago, but has only now been published for the first time on Amazon. The theme of this song lyrics is about the dangers for all of us (esp children) on the roads with cars/vehicles and their misuse.

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...

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...

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.

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.

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.

CENSORS is a short poem about the subject of Censorship. Is it truly effective, and who are the Censors.

A Loving Sonnet of Passion :: Poem about Karolina Describes this exquisite girls musical presence with her violin. Her youth, yet musical ability astounds. Her passion for her instrument and what it can convey to others, shines through.

Back When Kings Led: A time in history when Kings had to be on the battlefield and do their share of the fighting & possibly dying.

The wonders of nature, beyond our goldfish bowl. The Cosmos unfolded into a glass onion, perturbed by NOTHING at all!

Nuclear war was ever present and we had only just left the cold war behind which was the impending threat. Spontaneous emission is captured within the title as a war that could be triggered by spontaneous events. It is a slight poking of fun at the end, where perhaps there isn't much fun if actual nuclear war was to ever happen.