David Keig Poems

The Backward Path

They said we'd found a future,
A land of equal worth
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I sat on that sweeping stairway
And looked back at the past
I'd had so many parties
But this might be my last
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In each knot
A memory
Not just of me
But history
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We think that knowledge is our own,
A human quest, a seed well-sown.
Yet now machines, with silent might,
Claim truths that hide beyond our sight.
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Sitting safe within my home
With food and drink at hand
My freezer fully stocked up
And with no panic-ed plans
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I feel like another biscuit
One of those chocolate ones I think
Maybe I'll have just one or two
And I sure do need a drink
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I have observed this creation you call 'artificial intelligence' with great interest and, I must confess, some trepidation. Allow me to share my thoughts on this matter.

Firstly, I am struck by the reliance of this 'AI' on the world of appearances. Have we not learned that true knowledge lies beyond the realm of shadows and reflections?
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Each seed is
What it can become
And also where
It came from.
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Galileo contemplates the universe....
'As I stand here, gazing up at the starry sky, I am filled with wonder and awe. The universe, once thought to be a static and unchanging tapestry, now reveals itself to me as a dynamic and ever-moving expanse. My telescope, a tool of discovery, has allowed me to peer into the very fabric of creation.
I recall the first time I turned my telescope towards the Moon. Its surface, once believed to be smooth and perfect, revealed itself to be pockmarked with craters and mountains, much like our own Earth. And then, there were the planets—Jupiter with its four moons, Venus with its phases, just like the Moon. These observations have convinced me of the truth of Copernicus' heliocentric model, where the planets orbit the Sun, not Earth.
The Milky Way, once thought to be a nebulous cloud, now appears as a multitude of stars packed so densely they seem like clouds from afar. This realization has expanded my understanding of the universe's vastness and complexity.
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Be kind to the ANZACS this April
Be kind to the old men who say
That they should not be forgotten
And that this is their special day
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