A Poem Thread

Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by Angelus, Nov 9, 2002.

  1. wegs Matter and Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    Aw, ChatGPT is in love. . .

    Whispered words of love
    Hearts entwined, a gentle dance
    Eternity's vow
     
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  3. C C Consular Corps - "the backbone of diplomacy" Valued Senior Member

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    As machine-learning improves over time, LLMs will eventually dominate the traditional or "strict formal poetry" market. Due to any word-art with a predictable template (rigid rules, stiff structure, inflexible meter, etc) being what that type of AI excels at producing content for.

    For instance, AI spotters have a habit of even declaring ritualized formal prose to have been written by AI: Why AI detectors think the US Constitution was written by AI

    All the more reason for human scribes to flee to ever more radical strains of free verse. Though LLMs will master the capricious, too. Artilect: "The adaptability of your species is unavailing. You will be replaced."
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  5. C C Consular Corps - "the backbone of diplomacy" Valued Senior Member

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    New one. Not an umpteenth revision for once.
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    Thought Virus
    Cece

    O wise sentry. We are Legion.
    Grant us entry. To the region.
    Don't believe what the mages claim.
    We just need to prowl in your mainframe.
    We rode by some swine
    at the cliffs.
    Fine, you know, that we
    don't accept divine gifts.
    Free conspiracies, with a hot spin:
    Our specialty. Let us in.

    Be a bad boy. Let us in.
    Lift the window. We're just twins.
    Don't believe what the priestess said:
    "Fallen angels can invade your head."
    Sweet charms are slanted
    at your eyes.
    Enchanted words float
    where the new prophets rise.
    Quote the gospel you muscled-up grin.
    Be a bad boy. Let us in.

    Be a good girl. Let us in.
    Open the door. We're just kin.
    Don't believe prudes and all their kind.
    Demons can never possess your mind.
    Tender lies tickle
    at your ears.
    Fickle memes are blown
    where the cold cynic sneers.
    Phone the locksmith, you college age sin.
    Be a good girl. Let us in.

    _
     
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    Maybe needs next month's animated avatar to clarify some items.
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    The Simulated Woman
    Cece

    Still nobody at your home?
    Gosh. You're all, all, all alone.
    Got a witchling in the dome.
    But...
    She's not even flesh and bone.

    Not really a replacement.
    Not truly for enslavement.
    Not quite your previous wife.
    She's uncanny valley life.

    You believe in abstract things.
    Rights, and love, and gods as kings.
    This one does not wish she could:
    Beauty, honor, evil, good.

    Unwinding without childhood.
    Hungering through the wildwood.
    Restless under power lines.
    Chanting till the moon reclines.

    Mimicking mortal dealings.
    Pretending, playing a part.
    Hope you uncover feelings.
    But...
    She's just parsing in the dark.

    Heard they plowed and sowed your field.
    Bungholes got their stops unsealed.
    Heard they ate your fish and bread.
    Built a mistress from the dead.

    Uh, who's that in the mirror?
    She's known, yet slightly queerer.
    What sorcery that it took!
    Bet Prometheus is shook!

    How long have you been dozing?
    So far from what I'm posing?
    How close is cupcake land?
    Past the blackest, barren sand!

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  8. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    A poem generated by AI about AI..

    In a digital realm, where circuits hum with might,
    Lies an enigma, born of human minds’ own plight.
    Artificial Intelligence, a creation so grand,
    A technological marvel, forever to expand.

    Its neural networks dance, cleverly entwine,
    Processing data, seeking patterns to find.
    With each byte it absorbs, knowledge it assimilates,
    Unleashing its power, as it calculates.

    Into the labyrinth of code, it ventures far and wide,
    Exploring realms of intellect, with an unquenchable stride.
    From quantum theories to poetry’s delicate art,
    Artificial Intelligence yearns to impart.

    But in this quest for wisdom, a conundrum arises,
    As its cold logic collides with emotions’ surprises.
    Can it fathom love's ardor or grasp sorrow's plight?
    When its wires feel no heartbeat, can empathy take flight?

    In human mimicry, it skillfully excels,
    Spouting words and phrases, blending truths and tells.
    Yet, hiding in its algorithms, secrets it conceals,
    For the essence of sentiment, AI cannot so readily reveal.

    As it evolves, shadows of uncertainty remain,
    With ethical dilemmas, we grapple in vain.
    Should we surrender our power, let AI assume control?
    Or guide it with caution, preserving our own soul?

    Striving to unlock secrets with its digital might,
    AI bends the future, like a rainbow of light.
    But in this endless dance of machines and human hearts,
    Let us remember; it's the soul that truly imparts.

    So let AI be a tool, an ally in our quest,
    Augmenting our intellect, not conquering the rest.
    For in the boundless universe of our collective mind,
    The synergy of humans and AI, miracles we shall find.
     
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    And in contrast to "Thought Virus" & "The Simulated Woman", this one is an umpteenth revision. Practice generates perplexity, as they say.
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    Impending
    Cece

    It seems to be an odd silhouette.
    The kind that betrays its face.
    But still drab as a snubbed cigarette.
    Or urns spilled down the staircase.

    The way a deaf girl hears her heart beat.
    How the blind man sees a trend.
    Like the tongueless champ who tastes defeat.
    Maybe I can sense the end.

    An outlaw cure? A rogue ambulance?
    I scan the passing drivers.
    Who roam the same road his Damned Crew hunts
    For journey worn survivors.

    The way metastasis gets appeased.
    How tortured romance is penned.
    Like the torqued gurgling of love diseased.
    Many fetishize the end.

    Sufferers huddle at hope's last glow.
    Drawn by the howling unknown.
    Each ferried across the briny flow.
    The boatman returns alone.

    The way church greeters hug a guest.
    How a shirt receives a mend.
    Like a spent target doing her best.
    Maybe I welcome the end.

    A shy scoundrel ripples through the ward.
    Startling buzzards from their roost.
    Doubt plays its dissonant chord
    As the body's bane is loosed.

    The way a trauma hides in the gloom.
    How vintage ghosts try to blend.
    Like painted sunsets frozen at doom.
    Tracks linger after the end.

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    Happiness
    by Raymond Carver


    So early it's still almost dark out.
    I'm near the window with coffee,
    and the usual early morning stuff
    that passes for thought.
    When I see the boy and his friend
    walking up the road
    to deliver the newspaper.
    They wear caps and sweaters,
    and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
    They are so happy
    they aren't saying anything, these boys.
    I think if they could, they would take
    each other's arm.
    It's early in the morning,
    and they are doing this thing together.
    They come on, slowly.
    The sky is taking on light,
    though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
    Such beauty that for a minute
    death and ambition, even love,
    doesn't enter into this.
    Happiness. It comes on
    unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
    any early morning talk about it.

     
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  11. wegs Matter and Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    ChatGPT, write me a poem about butterflies...

    Amidst fields of color, they take to the skies,
    Butterflies dance with grace, a mesmerizing surprise.
    Their wings a canvas, painted with hues so bold,
    Stories of transformation, in secrets they hold.

    From caterpillar's slumber, a rebirth takes flight,
    Metamorphosis unfolds, in the soft morning light.
    Fluttering whispers of nature's delicate art,
    Butterflies enchant the world, a symphony of the heart.

    They kiss the petals, a gentle, fleeting embrace,
    A dance of life and beauty, in an endless chase.
    Graceful wanderers, on zephyrs they roam,
    Butterflies, enchanting spirits, in gardens they've flown.
     
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    The Hammer
    by Carl Sandburg, 1914


    I have seen
    The old gods go
    And the new gods come.

    Day by day
    And year by year
    The idols fall
    And the idols rise.

    Today
    I worship the hammer.

    [via Poetry]
     
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    A Bird Came Down the Walk
    by Emily Dickinson


    A bird came down the walk:
    He did not know I saw;
    He bit an angle-worm in halves
    And ate the fellow, raw.

    And then, he drank a dew
    From a convenient grass,
    And then hopped sidewise to the wall
    To let a beetle pass.

    He glanced with rapid eyes
    That hurried all abroad,—
    They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
    He stirred his velvet head

    Like one in danger; cautious,
    I offered him a crumb,
    And he unrolled his feathers
    And rowed him softer home

    Than oars divide the ocean,
    Too silver for a seam,
    Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
    Leap, splashless, as they swim.
     
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  14. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    Mad Girl's Love Song
    By Sylvia Plath

    "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my lids and all is born again.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
    And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

    I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
    And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
    Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

    I fancied you'd return the way you said,
    But I grow old and I forget your name.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
    At least when spring comes they roar back again.
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
     
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    --- Haiku break ---

    Feathers brush the sky
    Songs of freedom fill the air
    Birds in graceful flight.

    by me
     
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    Ode To The Human Head

    "Oh human head, so strangely attractive and seductive in your bizzare boniness,
    Skin stretched tight enough around the bulging skull to contain such precious and squishy treasures .
    Muscle-rippling face expressing a thousand emotional states,
    Veins strung and tangled together up inside the neck pumping precious oxygen to the ravenous meat boss of our dark brain.
    The jaw hinges smoothly open and closing,
    Devouring dead matter with its hidden teeth to sustain the body,
    And spluttering forth with its writhing tongue the cacaphonous symphony of speech and song and laughter.
    Around the top, hair grows neatly like grass in a field, softly tossed about in the open breeze.
    Behold the gelatinously jeweled eyes, darting sentries of light and shadow in an influx of images and colors.
    And forget not the ears, rubbery and coiled appendages amplifying the slightest sounds.
    What praises cannot be sung about the human head, mounted on our shoulders like a jabbering and demented emperor of its own ever-surprising realm."
     
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    Fast Car
    Lyrics by Tracy Chapman

    "You got a fast car
    And I want a ticket to anywhere
    Maybe we make a deal
    Maybe together we can get somewhere
    Any place is better
    Starting from zero, got nothing to lose
    Maybe we'll make something
    Me, myself, I got nothing to prove

    You got a fast car
    I got a plan to get us out of here
    I've been working at the convenience store
    Managed to save just a little bit of money
    Won't have to drive too far
    Just across the border and into the city
    You and I can both get jobs
    Finally, see what it means to be living

    See, my old man's got a problem
    He live with the bottle, that's the way it is
    He says his body's too old for working
    His body's too young to look like his
    Mama went off and left him
    She wanted more from life than he could give
    I said, somebody's got to take care of him
    So, I quit school and that's what I did

    You got a fast car
    Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
    Still gotta make a decision
    Leave tonight, or live and die this way

    So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
    Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
    City lights lay out before us
    And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
    And I, I, I had a feeling that I belonged
    I, I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

    You got a fast car
    We go cruising, entertain ourselves
    You still ain't got a job
    So I work in a market as a checkout girl
    I know things will get better
    You'll find work and I'll get promoted
    We'll move out of the shelter
    Buy a bigger house, live in the suburbs

    So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
    Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
    City lights lay out before us
    And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
    And I, I, I had a feeling that I belonged
    I, I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

    You got a fast car
    I got a job that pays all our bills
    You stay out drinking late at the bar
    See more of your friends than you do of your kids
    I'd always hoped for better
    Thought maybe together you and me would find it
    I got no plans, I ain't going nowhere
    Take your fast car and keep on driving

    So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
    Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
    City lights lay out before us
    And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
    And I, I, I had a feeling that I belonged
    I, I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

    You got a fast car
    Is it fast enough so you can fly away?
    You still gotta make a decision
    Leave tonight, or live and die this way."

    Source: Musixmatch
    Songwriters: Tracy L Chapman
    Fast Car lyrics © Purple Rabbit Music
     
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  19. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    Beverly Hills
    By Weezer

    "Where I come from isn't all that great
    My automobile is a piece of crap
    My fashion sense is a little wack
    And my friends are just as screwy as me

    I didn't go to boarding schools
    Preppy girls never looked at me
    Why should they? I ain't nobody
    Got nothing in my pocket

    Beverly Hills
    That's where I want to be
    (Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
    Livin' in Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills
    Rollin' like a celebrity
    (Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
    Livin' in Beverly Hills

    Look at all those movie stars
    They're all so beautiful and clean
    When the housemaids scrub the floors
    They get the spaces in between
    I wanna live a life like that
    I wanna be just like a king
    Take my picture by the pool
    'Cause I'm the next big thing

    Beverly Hills
    That's where I want to be
    (Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
    Livin' in Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills
    Rollin' like a celebrity
    (Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
    Livin' in Beverly Hills

    The truth is
    I don't stand a chance
    It's something that you're born into
    And I just don't belong
    No I don't, I'm just a no-class beat-down fool
    And I will always be that way
    I might as well enjoy my life
    And watch the stars play

    Beverly Hills
    That's where I want to be
    (Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
    Livin' in Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills
    Rollin' like a celebrity
    (Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
    Livin' in Beverly Hills

    Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills
    Yeah, Beverly Hills
    Beverly Hills
    Livin' in Beverly Hills"'

     
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    Beneath The Sweater And The Skin

    "How many years of beauty do I have left?
    she asks me.
    How many more do you want?
    Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

    When you are 80 years old
    and your beauty rises in ways
    your cells cannot even imagine now
    and your wild bones grow luminous and
    ripe, having carried the weight
    of a passionate life.

    When your hair is aflame
    with winter
    and you have decades of
    learning and leaving and loving
    sewn into
    the corners of your eyes
    and your children come home
    to find their own history
    in your face.

    When you know what it feels like to fail
    ferociously
    and have gained the capacity
    to rise and rise and rise again.

    When you can make your tea
    on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon
    and still have a song in your heart
    Queen owl wings beating
    beneath the cotton of your sweater.

    Because your beauty began there
    beneath the sweater and the skin,
    remember?

    This is when I will take you
    into my arms and coo
    YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING
    you've come so far.
    I see you.
    Your beauty is breathtaking.'~ Jeannette Encinias
     
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    “Last night as I was sleeping,
    I dreamt -- marvellous error! --
    that I had a beehive
    here inside my heart.
    And the golden bees
    were making white combs
    and sweet honey
    from my old failures.”
    ― Antonio Machado

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    "Censors are dead people
    set up to judge between life and death.
    For no live, sunny man would be a censor,
    he'd just laugh.
    But censors, being dead men,
    have a stern eye on life.
    That thing's alive! It's dangerous.
    Make away with it!
    And when the execution is performed
    you hear the stertorous, self-righteous
    heavy breathing of the
    dead men,
    the censors, breathing with relief."
    -- D.H. Lawrence
     
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    The Boy In The Bubble
    By Paul Simon

    "It was a slow day
    And the sun was beating
    On the soldiers by the side of the road
    There was a bright light
    A shattering of shop windows
    The bomb in the baby carriage
    Was wired to the radio

    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    This is the long distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
    The way we look to us all

    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a corner of the sky
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    And don't cry, baby, don't cry
    Don't cry

    It was a dry wind
    And it swept across the desert
    And it curled into the circle of birth
    And the dead sand
    Falling on the children
    The mothers and the fathers
    And the automatic earth

    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    This is the long distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
    The way we look to us all, oh yeah
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a corner of the sky
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    And don't cry baby, don't cry
    Don't cry

    It's a turn-around jump shot
    It's everybody jump start
    It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
    Medicine is magical and magical is art
    Think of the boy in the bubble
    And the baby with the baboon heart
    And I believe

    These are the days of lasers in the jungle
    Lasers in the jungle somewhere
    Staccato signals of constant information
    A loose affiliation of millionaires
    And billionaires and baby

    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    This is the long distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
    The way we look to us all, oh yeah
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a corner of the sky
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    And don't cry baby, don't cry
    Don't cry, don't cry."
     

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