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Brought to you by Penguin. On May 25, 1983, Star Wars cemented its legacy as the greatest movie franchise of all time with the release of Return of the Jedi. In honor of the fortieth anniversary, forty storytellers re-create an iconic scene from Return of the Jedi through the eyes of a...

"F--k" is a poem that will obviously cause some controversy and alarm. It’s a short poem that tackles complex meaning of this simple but often-used word that is kind of part of English (in an underground way). I hope you enjoy my foray into the regularly used meanings that this word is put through. May you have a “f--king” good listen. Two new verses added—with inspiration from one of the mega music artists leading (f--king) voices. Courtesy of bad boy Liam Gallagher and in tribute to his ever tuneful verse on the word f--k.

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...

Celebrate the lasting impact of Return of the Jedi with this exciting reimagining of the timeless Star Wars film featuring new perspectives from forty contributors. On May 25, 1983, Star Wars cemented its legacy as the greatest movie franchise of all time with the release of Return of the...

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, Assassins Creed II: Ezio, the second in the series, is a mixture based around the fictional video game series, film, the real Assassins founded by Hassan e Sabbāh in 1090, and other embellishments.

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!

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.

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.

The inspiration for this Poem, I think started writing initially after the title popped into my head. It seemed quite unusual and yet scintillating. I didn't really know where the 'road' was going to lead to.. I knew about 'out of Africa' for the human race, and realized that that was what I was aiming for. Many African nations where 'gifted' mobile phones or very cheaply from the old used stock in the early 2000's and that was the return point to Africa - Namibia being the early tribesman - their region being where humanity is supposed to have sprung from!

This is the 5th and final Poem written about the wonderful Karolina and her Violin playing in California on the streets of Santa Monica. Includes some verse on her family.

Karolina's Sweet Dreams.This is the 3rd Poem about the audaciously talented Karolina Protsenko. It is just simply a reverie of her music playing ability. A series of her poems have now been created.

This is the 4th Poem about the beautiful Karolina, known for her tuneful renditions of popular songs with her Violin. She plays on the streets of Santa Monica, and also does recitals of orchestral pieces from Mendelssohn and Mozart. I feel she takes her audience on her own special journey with her when she plays.

A medium short poem. Apart from the obvious location of where you find yourself in the World, also the location you are seeking to find.

This Poem was written after reading a poem by William Wordsworth titled 'The Longest Day'. I checked and there had never been a poem written of the Shortest Day at the time of writing. This poem was written in the 90's and is only just getting published here now! I hope you enjoy it.

My Karolina Fix:: Poem to the animated street performer, who creates light with her musical performances. An awesome violin player, pop, rock and classicist. She is the fix of me and many others.