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On the Birth of AI Poetry

On the Birth of AI Poetry With reckoning, we must conclude Our techno masters have pursued The human brain to cast aside As muse embraces its new bride And so the columns that once fell To keep us bound within their spell Are churned out now, crisp and clean By soulless, heartless cold machine No use here, mill of the mind No sweat to pen, or the grind All achieved through lounge and laze With ego gorging lauding praise Is Shakespeare turning down below At creators course death blow Will Frost be wearing sour sorrow What path now, would he follow?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 7/19/2025 9:49:00 PM
It's sad that this 'cold, heartless and soulless machine' has displaced great writers like Shakespeare and Frost. They will surely regret over the new intrusion of artificial brain. There is no sweat to pen, no raking of the brain. Everything comes easy at the fingertip. But do the run- of- the- mill creations have a soul... I wonder! Beautiful poem, Richard.
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Date: 7/18/2025 3:07:00 AM
richard! i missed your vibe...hope we can get together with the originals...huggs
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Date: 7/3/2025 7:36:00 PM
Yep, getting older has its challenges. I hope the surgery went well and that you make a quick recovery.
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Date: 7/2/2025 4:32:00 PM
I love this middle finger to AI. How are you old friend.
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Date: 7/3/2025 7:28:00 AM
Hi Rick, Thanks for the comment, yes this AI is a real spoiler. As for me, I'm just home from surgery but I'm doing well. Getting old mate. Going over to look at yours

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