Fate
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AI- Artificial Intelligence - ChatGPT
Fate is a fickle force that blinds
and often messes with our minds,
to pull the rug from under us;
comes out of nowhere without fuss.
Fate changes things we'd never guess;
but this one change, I must confess
now overtakes poetic art;
usurps true talents we impart.
Fate has directed us to cheat;
AI - invented to now meet
the inborn talents we all share;
write poems fast- no work or care.
It uses forms correctly, while
can mimic any poet's style,
maintaining rhyme and rhythm well;
to being fake no one can tell.
God-given gifts to write, compose-
now must compete with AI prose,
as fickle fate defines new curves
this bot intelligence now serves.
Where is this going we may ask?
Will AI govern every task?
Will fate, our talents kill, dispel-
to leave each mind an empty shell?
February 15, 2023
~1st Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge - F Words Poetry
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: No. 10 - Fate
Judged: 02/20/2023
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2023
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