Mind You

10 things you (probably) didn’t know about your mind By Nick Chater

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Speaking of our minds made up

All the outcomes that we get

What we see is not you see

And you ain't seen nothing yet*

I don’t mind if you don’t mind

Mind you I rarely know my mind

When on the brink of any think

Other thinks can be a bind

So strange it is how what we see

In this theatre of the mind

How much we take as read in truth

Is really nothing of the kind

Within our organ we call brain

Is so much more than what we find

But there’s a place where we can go*

When first we have made up our mind

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*There's a Place 'Lennon & McCartney'
*You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet 'Bachman-Turner"

I See

Illustration by Maurice Sendak from Open House for Butterflies by Ruth Krauss

The past comes by and speaks to me

Sharing briefly what is known

Then moves along in futures song

Which transforms its message tone

I listen quietly to the whispers

See the dance of song-filled breeze

As something understood embraces me

Wherein some far off time agrees

It will be a long year 'til I understand

What grew from when a seed was sewn

That I must nurture in my dreams

To save me from that place alone

Ooh That’ll Do

Janice had some cash to crash

Her piggy bank was gushing

She couldn’t quite contain herself

Or contain her need of rushing

She’d drawn up lists of must-haves

That she’d dreamt about awhile

Did her best to purge the urge

And slash her mountain to a pile

She felt she needed therapy

The kind that money buys

To satisfy and gratify

Any buys for those wide eyes 

A Pleasant Jaunt

Having a gander

In the cool of a reasonable morning

When one is in well-meaning mode

Between you and me

We shall have breakfast tea

Then afterward's take to the road

We’ll begin with a travel agenda

Maybe a village a Dale or a Moor

With options in case 

There’s a comedown in place

And too little there to explore

We can lunch in a pleasant café

Then peruse in the shops locally

In a square take a pew

Then move on as we do

End the day with a cake and more tea

Replacement

I broke my favourite beer glass
The one I never share
It complements my favourite beer
And I haven’t got a spare

No stand-in nor a substitute
No other beer mug will surpass
To quench my thirst agreeably
In my swigging style first class

Fair to say I hardly drink at all
But if I glug it’s from that mug
Until then and for good measure
I’ll have to use our catering jug

AI-ee Say Goodbye-ee

You have arrived

The Satnav says

As predicted

All the way

Turn in here

Now turn there

Makes adjustments

Should you stray

It gets you

Where you’re going

With instruction

Loud and clear

Rain or shine

Will intertwine

Any season

Of the year

It is technology’s

Early warning

The more it does

For you

How one by one

Skills overrun 

Little left 

That we can do

So that’s the way

AI will win

Slowly gently interlaced

Telling us

We need not think

Just eat and drink 

Bit by bit

We are replaced

Many believe that AI is a long way off. But it won't begin when it's at its most powerful. We are slowly being denied the best use of our thinking and research skills. This is achieved by instant answers to any of our questions. SIRI this Alexa that. We are also being encouraged to leave movement and action to technology "Look, it even turns the lights on or off."

Astonished

With nothing special

on my mind

This great idea 

came by today

Arriving at 

a perfect moment

Just in time 

to pave my way

Up ‘til then 

I was meandering

With no particular 

thing to know

Stuck in ambling 

strolling rolling

A late arrival out of flow

One can call it 

karma 

Amazing destiny or fate

But to me 

A grand coincidence

Super timing

Not too late

A Delectable Collectable

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A fellow of marmalade research

Who struggled perfecting his spread

Portions it seemed exactly as deemed

But still he kept losing his thread

At first he blamed the greengrocer

Demanding much fresher he said

Again the mix crashed the fellow abashed

This is soaking up far too much bread

I feel that the rind is behind it

Our fellow made new cuts instead

Inspecting the pectin and gold of the fruit

And so invented the first ‘Golden Shred’

The story as outlined above is a completely fictitious rendition.

Recycle Your Drawers

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Millions of old gadgets 'stockpiled in drawers'

By Victoria Gill Science correspondent, BBC News

It seems we can’t let go of gadgets

We have become a stasher nation

As our desire for latest versions

Feeds on must-have innovation

Instead of moving on and clearing out

We hoard old models in our drawers

Keeping gear with no idea

On the shortages we cause

At least forty million gadgets kept

A UK storage stand alone

Such resource and wasteful negligence

Our tech calamity homegrown

There’s an element of rarity

On rarest elements employed

Indium gallium tantalum

Among the scarcities deployed

The effect on tech will be calamity

If one’s hoards remain intact

To cause regression on equipment

A major price increasing fact

Noah’s Nigh Sight

Just in case

He claims to visit futures

With outcomes clearly seen

But whenever he returns to us

We're unsure where he's been

The proof of this would clearly be

How next week would occur

Not twelve years on to dwell upon

And leave tomorrow in a blur 

Like a psychic reading coldly

Saying what we’d like to hear

Our intrepid future traveller

Is one more twaddle buccaneer

On our future we can all agree

We would love it to be bright

Everybody having everything

In that future ‘out of sight’

"A ‘TIME traveller’ who claims he is from 2030 has passed a lie-detector test while revealing a number of weirdly specific predictions about the future."

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Oxford Dictionaries (ance or ence)

To help me with my ignorance

Expand my language maintenance

Adding substance to resemblance

When engaged in teaching relevance

Make allowance for the circumstance

Confirm my grievance finds attendance

I’ll seek out guidance and assistance

Avoiding nuisance and disturbance

As every instance gains importance

Ensuring balance and acceptance

By appliance of insurance

Keeping distance lessens dominance

Airing fragrance in the clearance 

If this to you may seem like innocence

There will be influence in evidence

When the audience sits in conference

Discussing presence of coincidence

Which proves insistence has a consequence

On any sequence of convenience

Where the difference from experience

Is the essence of one’s confidence

But in the absence of true affluence

Retaining patience during reference

Exclude recurrence from each sentence

Or too much silence in existence

Labyrinth

Something crawling on the topsoil

Beasties hide behind their scrapes

A secret tunnel underway

Digging unforeseen escapes

No talk about what’s right and fair

For the few and not the many

Those unsupported promises

On which they can’t deliver any

Citizens had lost their say

Homeland wealth was under threat

Hardline trails diverted blame

The undergrowth was cold and wet

Pudding

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Can’t wait for after dinner stuff

A fancy tang of something sweet

Like apple pie with custard

Or rhubarb crumble’s special treat

Spotted dick or simply cheese cake
May satisfy a wanton belly
But for me with cream or none at all
Is that wibble-wobble jelly

Something good to trifle with
Coloured orange green or yellow
A soothing tongue slide yumminess
Nelly’s homemade jelly jello

Clique Mystique

So important that you be there

Right on time in case you miss

All the action as it happens

Not quite the same in reminisce

To be met with such excitement

On what you didn’t get to see

You the lonely catch-up audience

Taste the second handed spree

You should have seen what happened

They all hysterical as they greet

You missed that moment of togetherness

Outside the corner of the street

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A Lucid Rhyme

Sitting quietly though intently so

Mighty moments fill the air

Confusions press on private feelings

All too personal to share

This heightened state of oneness

Surrounded by the silent zone

Moving through by shimmering

Where shapes of thought are prone

Groups of words are breaking in

Protesting clarity in meaning 

Stating clearly what the message is

Without any need of gleaning

Outward Bound

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A far-off bell reverberates

Change sings brightly in the air

Seek and clasp the future

Prospects call you to prepare

Rapid change is gaining speed

The past no longer holds

Roads ahead are wide and clear

As your destiny unfolds