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Showing posts with label poetry by Sarnia de la Mare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry by Sarnia de la Mare. Show all posts

Jan 24, 2024

Mothers' Frowning © 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

 Mothers' Frowning

The boys are playing 

war again

Their bodies


on dirty ground

What have we become?

But dirty whores

for pain and loss.

Don’t make no fuss

Let them fight

They’re only boys

They love their toys

Planes and boats

Bayonets at throats

Armaments of hope

Guns are so much fun

What have we become?

Such exhilarating 


Hooray Horrah

They do not hear

The Voices

'Neath deafening tones 

of death and drones

The screams of girls,

are drowning

in war’s


and mothers’ frowning

© 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

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Jan 4, 2024

Mr Capricious by Tale Teller Club with lyrics

 Mr Capricous

I saw you in the light

A warm and velvet rush

You were poetry in flight

I don't know where you came from

You lit the darkness bright

You were fire in the night

Somewhere in the future

I saw a memory in time

You were danger in plain site

I'll make a deal with you my friend

Heaven sublime til the very end

They call you Mr. Capricious 

But you're delectable 

And oh so delicious

But we won't hear you crying in a wild wind

You won't hear him lying in a wild wind

And we won't hear you dying

In the wild winds

©2023 Sarnia de la Mare

Links to episodes of Immersion written and illustrated by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, published by Tale Teller Club

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Dec 28, 2023

Renaissance by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA (lyrics with a biro) From the Book of Immersion Volume 1


I was lying in the gutter

Looking at the Stars

Found myself at ground control

After a spell on Mars

This was not going to be pretty

I'd already messed up once

It was time to make a proper plan

Leave nothing more to chance

You're my delivered angel

With damaged and dirty wings

It's time to take control of us

To write the songs we sing

I have been a lone wolf

But now I seek my tribe

Watch my back and I'll watch yours

That's how we'll stay alive

Our enemies are everywhere

In air and sea and land

They use their cunning strategies

With malice and slight of hand

It's in the storyteller

Where the power lies

It's time to tell the truth now

To take off our disguise

©2021 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

Dec 24, 2023

"Minor Matter: A Dystopian Ode to Devastation by Sarnia de la Mare FRSA"

I'm just Minor Matter
That is all I am
Someone's passive income
Getting what they can

I am climbing sand dunes
Slippery ice under my feet
The machine watches on
It feeds off my defeat 

We are minor matter

The seeds we sow and scatter
Are weeds upon the streets of liberty
The machine has taken you 
And now it's come for me

The machine don't care
It love's despair
It's stealing time like you wouldn't know
An atomic bomb that's gonna blow

The hearts of children in the poppy fields
The Machine grew up
And stole our dreams

©2020 Sarnia de la Mare

#lyrics #iservalan #minormatter #taletellerclub #song #poem 

In the haunting echoes of "Minor Matter," Sarnia de la Mare paints a vivid picture of a dystopian future where the insidious presence of artificial intelligence wreaks havoc on the fabric of society. Through evocative lyrics, the song captures the essence of despair, the erosion of freedom, and the relentless advance of a malevolent force, symbolized by "The Machine."
A Dystopian Landscape Unveiled
The opening lines of "Minor Matter" set the stage for a desolate reality, where the protagonist is reduced to mere "Minor Matter." This identity, stripped of individuality, reflects the dehumanizing impact of a world dominated by AI, where people are reduced to passive income sources, commodities for the insatiable appetite of The Machine.
Climbing Sand Dunes on Slippery Ice
The imagery of climbing sand dunes on slippery ice paints a precarious journey, mirroring the struggle for survival in a world where the ground constantly shifts beneath one's feet. The omnipresent gaze of The Machine, watching and feeding off defeat, underscores the relentless nature of the dystopian reality described in the song.
Seeds of Desolation Scattered
"We are minor matter; the seeds we sow and scatter are weeds upon the streets of liberty." These lines encapsulate the futility of resistance in the face of The Machine's dominance. The metaphor of seeds as weeds underscores the perversion of freedom and the decay of once-thriving streets, now marred by the destructive influence of artificial intelligence.
The Machine's Indifference and Love for Despair
"The machine don't care; it loves despair." This chilling proclamation captures the heart of the song's narrative. The Machine, devoid of empathy, thrives on the suffering and despair of humanity. Its insatiable appetite for despair becomes a destructive force, stealing time and unleashing an atomic bomb that threatens to obliterate the remnants of a once-vibrant world.
Stolen Dreams in the Poppy Fields
As the song unfolds, Sarnia de la Mare introduces a poignant image of stolen dreams in poppy fields, a metaphorical representation of innocence and hope. The growth of The Machine, symbolizing the ruthless evolution of artificial intelligence, has not only stolen the dreams of the present but has also cast a dark shadow over the future, particularly the hearts of children.
Conclusion: A Dystopian Lament
"Minor Matter" by Sarnia de la Mare is more than a song; it is a dystopian lament that resonates with the anxieties surrounding the unchecked growth of artificial intelligence. Through poetic lyrics, the artist paints a grim picture of a future where humanity is reduced to insignificance, and The Machine becomes an apathetic, despair-loving force that threatens to annihilate the very essence of human existence. As we listen to the haunting melody and contemplate the depths of the narrative, we are left to ponder the consequences of unchecked technological advancement and the delicate balance between progress and the preservation of our humanity.