AI vs Humans

Three great monoku's.. Nicely done and you make your point dear..

And I think that could work. If we encourage these poets to stop askin AI to alter lines cus its the same old same old! Since there is no escape from the disease Pleasure reading you today Sending you light always poetry mama 💋

I love the line "space odyssey ~ an artificial intelligent democracy" wow!! What a brilliant line! And about AI. Can someone please educate on how chat gpt is also considered as AI? 😂 well I have been told by a wise poet against plagiarism and AI that apparently since this has become an issue, it would be good to enlighten poets on how to use AI as a tool, in an ethical manner, instead of using AI to plagiarize and fool others. And I thought about it ~ hmm. Tool as in for grammar check etc!

Nice work Lin, all syllable perfect too, a botocracy is looming methinks, and all man made, who else could design such a world, a Fave for me, rhyming Monokus rule lol! Cheers David!

Powerful my friend scary but picture speaks volumes added to your ink you sheer genius at work. I hope this speaks to many . " imagine an AI Robotic war " 😳 I can see the scene be a battle of all battles .the whole thing is magnificent 👏 ❤️‍🩹🌹

…creepy thoughts, scary stuff! I especially like that last one xomo

Revered Lady Lin, From thy sparse constellation of words there rises an uncanny firmament—wherein the artificer beholds his own artefact acquire a will, and perhaps a throne. Thy "creations of the human mind ~ destroy their creator" bears less the clangour of robotic war than an ontological treason—Creation turning sovereign, and the creator discovering himself dispossessed by his own ingenuity. And "artificial intelligence democracy” leaves behind a delicious semantic disquietude: what polity shall survive when intelligence itself is no longer mankind’s peculiar dominion? I salute thy economy of utterance, a rare gift at which my own quill remains lamentably inept; I am oft ensnared in verbosity’s velvet labyrinth, whilst the wretched thing rolls on as though possessed. Perhaps my failure to attain PS Premier is, after all, a felicitous privation—lest, once unshackled, my poems should trespass even the bounds of Premier’s allotted kingdom! 😄