peaking towards
the apps
echoing
perhaps
sealing gaps
where rewards
through traps
lie beckoning

Once a composer from Germany
Was feeling a tad horney
He strove to forget
So he wrote a sextet
Regretting he merely felt harmony  

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Two hundred 
Years ago
Ludwig 
Turned a corner

But today
His first 
Movement
An end silent

The dishwasher
Was spritzing
Sounding like
Applause but rinsing

Are appliances
So near to us
That sciences
Fool with us

But Luigi
When it might
End
Tossed a bend

Tympanic
Rolling
Symphonic
Controlling

Of transition
So swift
And lofty
You are left adrift

But then 
Movement three
On me
Became anew

A DeKoven
Moment might
Enliven
My patience

But in all cosmoses
I am left
Panting diagnoses
Adagio vercleft

Round four
Bumbles in
Soon the singing
Might begin

Rhythm
Is human
Singing 
Is soon beginning

Anthems
Are projected
Cloaked in
Chaos

The first voice
Disturbs 
The composer
Focuses his choice

Of chorus
Maybe dueto
Quartet
Then dancing martinet

Music
Which unfolds
A libretto
A trick

Which transitions
A symphony
Into a cantata
A Missa Sinfonia











 

Can a rooster
Squat atop
An egg, a booster
Warming resurrection

Where
Past 
Foibles
Don’t last

Knowledgeably
Such cock
Can't predict
Roles of the flock

Merely donate
Genetic means
Which can only a hen
Placate, and domesticate

Not far away
The Battle of
The Clouds
Occurred
Its sounds
From above
Silent nowaday

But in hidden
Depth 
Of a tiny vale
A pile of bottles
Does prevail
Berephthe
Of intended smitten

Not one soul
Was Wasted
On such holy ground
Because
Nary a round
Was tasted
Nor a goal

Now 
It lies
Peaceful place
Sisterhood
Transcendent space
With ties
To grow

If Google
Is the Father
YouTube the Son
Who is AI

Is it the
Techno Spirit
Where the next
Reformation

Has just 
Begun
Magnanimous
Soul

Retweeting
Peoples
Vision
A new rhythm

Driving
Evolution
A spring
For absolution

Moondog
Didn’t just 
Position
You must
Go analog

He would
Stand guard
Insightful
No regard
For the could

Seemed 
Serene
Explosive
In a scene
Dreamed

Sonic digital
Vision
Conceptual
Derision
Of the visual

This poem is a nostalgic journey through the evolution of technology, from the early days of mechanical clocks to the advent of artificial intelligence. The author reflects on how timekeeping has changed over the centuries, from the precision of analog watches to the convenience of digital clocks and smartphones. The poem concludes with a hopeful look towards the future, where AI may one day be able to drive our cars and take us to new heights.

Let’s synchronize
Our watches’ surprise
AM gives way
To FM sway

The 78 rpm
Slows down to
45 rpm
Breaks at 33.3 stereo

Let loose a vision
Black and white
Then TV sight
In color is arisen

Morse 
Kicked off the
Course
Swamped by CB

Word
On telephone
Not heard
But faxed, Marone!

Then big Eniac
Leaks the Vic 20
Exploding local Brainiac
In century 20

So here
We are
Saying AI,  Dear
Please drive my car