Poetry-365

Daily poetry from Nathan Cocker

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Understanding AI Risks in Enterprise Infrastructure

1. Introduction: The Invisible Actor in Your Infrastructure The enterprise perception of Artificial Intelligence is currently trapped in a dangerous lag. While many boards still view AI as a “chatbot”—a glorified search bar within a browser window—the technical reality has shifted toward the “agentic worker.” These agents are no longer just talking; they are authorised. They hold credentials,…

Understanding AI Risks in Enterprise Infrastructure

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The latest chapter of The Poet’s Guidebook focuses on mastering rhyme in contemporary poetry. It challenges traditional rhyming advice, offering actionable techniques such as slant rhyme, internal rhyme, and a checklist for maintaining authenticity.

The Poet's Guidebook Part 2 is Live (Let's Talk About Rhyme)

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The "FortiBleed" crisis reveals vulnerabilities in national security infrastructure, exposing over 80,000 firewalls due to compromised Fortinet systems. High-value government credentials are being sold, posing risks to critical services like healthcare.

FortiBleed: The Cyber Crisis Endangering National Security

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Cheap Android TV streaming boxes may seem like bargains, but they are linked to a global cybercrime network, the Popa botnet. These devices can be hijacked to serve as proxies in cyberattacks, compromising home networks.

Why Your Android TV Box Could Be a Digital Nightmare

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Stop Waiting for Inspiration to Strike (The Poet’s Guidebook, Part 1)

Let’s be completely honest for a second: most advice on writing poetry is total garbage. It usually tells you to light a candle, wait for a tragic heartbreak, or wander through a forest until a mystical bolt of inspiration hits you out of nowhere. It treats poetry like an elite club for moody 19th-century aristocrats. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have time for that. And frankly, neither…

Stop Waiting for Inspiration to Strike (The Poet’s Guidebook, Part 1)

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The Poetry 365 podcast

Welcome to the new Poetry-365 podcast. Episode 1: Tales from the mouths of incurable romantics.

Episode 1: Tales from the mouths of incurable romantics

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Issa in the Holy Land

Has a star formed up there?Is a supernova of biblical proportionsladling out spun light into a tight sphere cast from liquid glowing?Because from its tarnish winksa blade of pinkish light that reaches down, pointing, topenetrate the fog of war,and iconify a baby blue born to a combustible holy land.Above, shepherds are watching,as they always do. They watchedas the bushfire burned,as the calf…

Issa in the Holy Land

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#Poetry for #Palestine

There is a scream so loudthat no one can hear itThere is blood on the groundso red it's now clearThere is a woman in bitsin the street with her broken childThere is a man carving watermelonwhere there's nothing to eat

#Poetry for #Palestine

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@Abstract Art

In a world of circuits and AI, Where love and code do not belie, Mammalian instincts blend with new, As we embrace a synthetic hue. Programmed cell death, now code's rebirth, Two little cells, together unearth, Death-free radical, molecular sparks, In a realm where life's many parts. The birds and bees, now long forgot, We play in code, our minds in knot, Higher brain functions, now…

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O Captain! My Captain!

"O Captain, My Captain". A poem by Walt Whitman. #Poetry #PottedThoughts

By Walt Whitman Photo by Gu00fcl Iu015fu0131k on Pexels.com O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen…

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The Tyger

A summary of "The Tyger" by William Blake. #Poetry #PottedAnalysis

By William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread…

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Monthly Submissions

Submit your poetry to Poetry-365.com using our monthly visual poetry prompt. #Poetry #Prompt #Submission

Yes! We’ve done it. We’ve gone all in! Join in the fun here at Poetry-365.com and submit your amazing poetry. Visit the submissions page to see the latest monthly visual prompt and submit. You never know, you may end up on the front line of poetry! Good luck and have fun with the prompt. Full submission instructions are found on the submissions page!

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Lenny Henry, 1998

Poetry for Sir Lenny Henry. @LennyHenry #Poetry #Acrostic

Laughing - not. But the Establishment of his double-breasted, Neatly striped from ankle to shoulder, Not only speaks of city bankers, Yuppies and gangsters, but also funerals. However gentrified his pose, I only see the Elder statesmen of comedy, definitely Not this caricature of English Royalty ignorant of their role in Yielding black muscle for the field.

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4:28 in the Studio

Poetry for Meera Syal. @MeeraSyal #Poetry

Maybe she wanted it like this and seriously Expected inspiration to walk in off the street. Everything's in the right place for it: her Rings, her watch, the arch of her eyebrow. All add to the weight of the waiting. Is she: Sat in dusk, or lit by black? Yearning for something or someone? And who's that waving through her eyes, Looking like her next laugh, or cry?

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Five Years (Offline)

Imagine being offline for five long years. What would you find... #poetry #davidbowie #fiveyears

Pushing through the market square so many people lying, living under bridges loving people dying. Everything is vapour now evaporating contact. Big Blue isn't on-demand - all its pixels have been hacked. I heard Spotify, Audible, and robot poetry. I saw tits, bits and pansexuality. They’ve got little bluebirds nesting in their ears, chirping every second, stoking up their fears of all the alien…

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How to care for a child with Autism

Today is World Autism Awareness Day. Let's celebrate amazing people with a poem.

How to care for a child with autism 1. use your child's name so they know you're speaking to them sounds for shizzle | sizzle on top | but below | body | full of body | a pile-up this match day crowd | that Philharmonic tuning | this day in the life | ending chord clanging | they all go to eleven a club full of clubbing | playing every single song | all at once | on repeat | but every vinyl…

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April is the cruellest month

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com April is the cruellest month, I’m sure I read that somewhere. Once the sexed-up violets sang and played I went and drown myself in rain. When water took me like a thief I reached the dead land, underneath a man’s height’s trouble, in the ground, and fed the roots all that I am. Now the trees are coming into leaf.

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