When a young lady named Miss Foster
Said, “sir, come with me to Gloucester.
Me and my girlfriend
Want a dirty weekend!”,
It ended with hot coffee in Costa!
My Visit to Gloucester
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What Happened When I Asked Google Bard to Write a Poem in the Style of Poet Kevin Morris?
Continuing my experimentation with Google Bard, I asked the AI to “write a poem in the style of poet Kevin Morris”. For any of my readers who are interested, you can read Bard’s poem here, https://g.co/bard/share/44ce659bcef2
I don’t think I need worry about Google Bard plagiarising my work, nor do I believe that any other poets need be concerned, at least for the foreseeable future.
Poetry and Google Bard
Yesterday (18 November), I spent a couple of hours experimenting with Google Bard. During my experimentation, I asked Bard to write a poem about a dissolute old rake. The poem, which had no input from me can be found here, https://g.co/bard/share/b6c44ae0e9c3
Whilst I don’t think Google Bard is going to become the next Poet Laureate, it is nonetheless interesting to observe how the artificial intelligence (AI) “composes” poetry.
In the Dark Park
In the dark park
A myriad leaves
Whirl in autumn’s breeze.
And optimists stress
The inevitability of progress.
But these fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
Dark and Light
I will close my curtain
And shut out the night.
But it is certain
That light
And dark
Will continue their fight
In my so human heart,
Until light and dark
Are swallowed by night.
On a Cold Autumn Day
On a cold autumn day
I find that time
Has stopped. But my clock
May be wound today.
Yet, one day
I will not
Know the day or time.
She Will Wear Heels for Me
She will wear heels for me.
I will have fun
And when I am done
Thoughts of the setting sun
And of eternal dust
Will come to cool my lust.
I Found a Sock
I found a sock
Too small to be mine.
Perhaps, after wine
Some lover of mine
Forgot her sock. But what
Do lovers do
When missing 1 sock?
Do they wear 1 shoe?
The Riddle
After their labours
They kissed him goodbye.
And his neighbours
Asked themselves why
2 young women laboured
Then kissed age goodbye.
Politics and Beer
When a beer loving Socialist named Grub
Went and entered a prestigious Conservative club,
And they said, “why are you here!”,
He said, “I came here for beer,
As the beer here is very good!”.
K Morris - Poet 