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Will Computer-generated Writing Replace the Human Kind?

I agree with the points made in this post. So far as poetry is concerned, a poet (of the human variety) is possessed of emotions, which express themselves through his/her poetry. Computers (however smart) are not capable of feeling emotions, so its difficult to imagine how a machine could produce poems of real worth. Kevin

Nicholas C. Rossis

A Heaven for Toasters | From the blog of Nicholas C. Rossis, author of science fiction, the Pearseus epic fantasy series and children's bookFree on KU

You may recall my sci-fi romance, A Heaven For Toasters, taking place some 100 years in the future. Leo, the android protagonist, exhibits some distinctly human characteristics—including the ability to feel human emotions. But could Leo become a writer or poet?

The Economist recently shared an article cheekily called Don’t Fear the Writernator – a reference to literature’s terminator. What prompted this was the news that researchers have come up with a more powerful version of automated writing.

So, how afraid should we be? Is Leo about to compose a sonnet to woo Mika?

Automated Writing

Automated writing, in case you’re unfamiliar with the term, is best exemplified by Gmail’s Smart Reply feature. Gmail offers brief answers to routine emails. So, if someone asks you “shall we meet up for lunch?” Gmail suggests a variety of appropriate responses, for example, “Sure!”

More strikingly, Smart Compose kicks…

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The Haphazardly Poetical – Finding the Perfect Rhyme for Atrocious

I was delighted that a post of mine on “Why Editors Hate Ryming Poetry”, helped to inspire this poem of Colin’s! Kevin

Getting On

Poetry Photo by Trust “Tru” Katsande on Unsplash

I really don’t think it’s a crime,
But I like all my poems to rhyme.
It’s possibly overly formal –
I prefer that my rhythms stay normal.

And then, if I possibly can,
I prefer every stanza to scan.
You may think I’m being effete,
But I quite like a verse with a beat.

I find that it all feels much neater
When the lines are of requisite metre,
For I really do feel it perverse
When there’s no shape or form to the verse.

So, for those who prefer their verse free,
There is no point in looking at me,
But for people who like their rhymes bad,
Stick around then, ‘cos I am your lad.

For K Morris (Poet) and James (Proclaims) with apologies for taking so long…

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Poetry Is The Imagery of Every Human Soul – now available to buy from Amazon worldwide!

Amanda Greenwood Hopewell

Poetry by Amanda Greenwood Hopewell

A collection of poetry about life, love and the little things that make us appreciate the wonder in the world around us.

This poetry collection is a must for every book shelf and will make the perfect gift for poetry lovers and anyone wishing to explore the imagery of words.

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With this ring I promise you – Gabriela M.


with this ring 

I promise you 

I will erase the shadows of the slave trade 

locked in the heat of samba in the nights of carnival

coins put on the eyes of dead at funerals

-forgotten tickets of the unforgotten underworld- will shine like stars

with stolen leaves from the old olive tree

I’ll wash your temple covered by the sand and blood of the bullfights 

and mend the bones of sugar skulls spread on the Aztec lands  

I will return your boat to shore with one single I love you

in dark I will immerse your soul into the waters of Guadalquivir 


when the ocean laments in the purple of sunsets

the orange-yellow striping of green anacondas fades in dust 

when phantoms intoxicated by the worlds of purple belladonnas and of grass

grasp in search of a tomorrow that may never come

I’ll draw the road of love…

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Nordic Play – Gabriela M.


an island shimmers on the Nordic sea

your eyes are madness and pale blue 

under your fingers the piano

ennobles pain and makes the snow to fall

play the melancholy of winter

white adulterated by a frozen mauve 

I’ll make the bed and walk in silence

to the place of roses and of cinnamon

don’t follow me

remain and play under the blues of winter  

the scented mystery of all the women 

who never knew

the fires hidden 

in the glaciers of your soul 

Gabriela M. is a US university professor and author of three novels. Her poetry was published by Spillwords Press, STRAWZINE (London), Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine, Vita Brevis, Indian Periodical, Gioielli Rubati Poetry (translated in Italian by Flavio Almerighi), Tuck Magazine, KashmirPen, “Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen,” Literary Yard, Proletaria, and Free Verse Revolution. She was selected “Author of the Month” at Spillwords (April 2019). Her poem “the…

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