I am skin,
Sin,
Lust
And dust.
And one day I shall be thrust
Into a place
Where no trace
Of who I am now will be found
For underground
There is no sin or lust,
Only dust
Which once was thee or me
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When An Extremely Precocious AI
When an extremely precocious AI
Said, “Truly I am a guy!”,
A philosophy student named Paul
Said, “you are no guy at all!”,
Which angered that precocious AI!
Crash
Door slamming.
Heels on deserted pavements echo
The lure of cash.
The girl’s heart beats fast.
An act;
Her life a car crash.
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(“Crash” can be found in “The Girl Who Wasn’t There and Other Poems”, which is available in the Amazon Kindle store and can be found here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0155KSKOC/.
The Wind Did Sing
The wind
Did sing
To me
Of eternity,
And bring
My consciousness round
To the profound sound
Of it’s song
In the graveyard tree
Making me,
For a moment, free
When I Met A Pretty Young Maid
When I met a pretty young maid
Who on a violin played,
And I asked, “can I fiddle?”
She played “Hey Diddle Diddle,
And said, sir, “you have not yet paid . . .”.
YouClean for Me
You clean for me.
I see
You mop and vacuum,
But your room
I do not see.
I pay your fee
Which all agree
is only just
For you dust
For me.
You iron my clothes
And clean my loo,
But heaven knows
I know little about you,
Who clean my loo.
The English Oak
When Brexit has been and gone
The English oak will live on
And continue to provide sanctuary
Under it’s all-embracing shade
To lad and maid
Of every race. For a tree
Does not discriminate, or hate.
In Summer
In summer
She had not
Much on to do
And it grew
Extremely hot.
Which (strictly between me and you)
Caused quite a to-do . . .
Researchers Trained Computers To Write Poetry
Researchers have developed a bot capable of writing poetry. Having been fed a good deal of verse, the programme is, apparently capable of tricking humans and has come up with many poems, including the example below:
“With joyous gambols gay and still array
No longer when he twas, while in his day
At first to pass in all delightful ways
Around him, charming and of all his days”.
The New York Post describes the above as “not bad”. While I would agree that this sample of verse is interesting, I wouldn’t describe it as “not bad”. To me it reads rather like a computer programme had been fed the complete poetic works of the humorous poet Edward Lear and come up with this short poem. The verse is, for me also reminiscent of Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky.
Poetry is, in the final analysis an expression of human emotion, whether sadness, happiness, anger or a combination of various emotions. At present only humans can feel emotion (as opposed to being able to simulate it), so what the researches have created is a clever programme capable of soaking up the poetry produced by others and using its “knowledge”? to produce it’s own attempts at poetry. The programme is producing nothing original, although it has, admittedly knitted together the poetic cannon to produce some interesting results.
To read the article please follow this link, https://nypost.com/2018/08/08/researchers-trained-robots-to-write-poetry/.
If I Could Look Into Your Mind
If I could look into your mind
And you into mine,
What would we find?
Will you pretend
That no friendships would end
And that our inner feelings
Would not leave one another reeling?
A smile
May just that be,
A smile
But all agree
That guile
May hide inside a smile.
Some maintain
That man will
Never fully understand the brain,
While still
Others maintain
That you will never find the mind
Within the brain.
I know not whether the mind
Is separate from the brain,
But I can not pretend
That many a friendship would not end
Where you and me
To be able to see
Into the mind
Or brain
Of our dearest friend