Upon the desk, a silent stage, it lies,
A realm of keys, where thoughts take flight.
Each button, firm and cold as winter's ice,
Bears tales of dreams, of endless night.
It sings no song, yet music flows,
A symphony of clacking sounds.
The stage is set, the actors poised,
In this grand play of written bounds.
......
AI POEMS
These are poems about AI (Art-ificial Intelligence), poems about science, and poems that question whether God is an intern flunking biology or a child playing “Ant Farm”…
Please note that I wrote these poems about AI, not with any help from AI, which I have no idea how to use to write poems.
The AI Poets
by Michael R. Burch
The computer-poets stand hushed
......
In China's dawn, the suona's wail doth rise,
A serpentine melody through mist it twists,
Its brass body gleams 'neath the light that shyly glows,
A guardian of tales, a weaver of mists.
The villagers stir as the suona's cry passes by,
A rooster crows, dogs bark, hens cluck in jest,
It weeps for the born, for the dead it cries,
A herald of joy, a mourner of woe.
......
Are you a human or just the machine?
Protecting her life on daily routine ...
We cannot hide from infra-red vision,
in milliseconds you make a decision ...
We cannot compete in this race,
cyberworld is your planet and place ...
They created an army and Resistance,
to protect the last humans — existence ...
Maybe like human, you are just a mistake,
waiting for prey, like a poisonous snake ...
......
This entropy is getting the best of us
This entropy will take the rest of us
This novelty will leave us all behind
Will render science deaf and blind
Will take man through new designs
To conceive a way he's so inclined
To rupture space and render visions
Through eyes that only saw divisions
That which once took shape and form
Amorphous, shapeless, a new found norm.
......
In China's dawn, the suona's wail doth rise,
A serpentine melody through mist it twists,
Its brass body gleams 'neath the light that shyly glows,
A guardian of tales, a weaver of mists.
The villagers stir as the suona's cry passes by,
A rooster crows, dogs bark, hens cluck in jest,
It weeps for the born, for the dead it cries,
A herald of joy, a mourner of woe.
......
Upon the desk, a silent stage, it lies,
A realm of keys, where thoughts take flight.
Each button, firm and cold as winter's ice,
Bears tales of dreams, of endless night.
It sings no song, yet music flows,
A symphony of clacking sounds.
The stage is set, the actors poised,
In this grand play of written bounds.
......
AI POEMS
These are poems about AI (Art-ificial Intelligence), poems about science, and poems that question whether God is an intern flunking biology or a child playing “Ant Farm”…
Please note that I wrote these poems about AI, not with any help from AI, which I have no idea how to use to write poems.
The AI Poets
by Michael R. Burch
The computer-poets stand hushed
......
This entropy is getting the best of us
This entropy will take the rest of us
This novelty will leave us all behind
Will render science deaf and blind
Will take man through new designs
To conceive a way he's so inclined
To rupture space and render visions
Through eyes that only saw divisions
That which once took shape and form
Amorphous, shapeless, a new found norm.
......
Are you a human or just the machine?
Protecting her life on daily routine ...
We cannot hide from infra-red vision,
in milliseconds you make a decision ...
We cannot compete in this race,
cyberworld is your planet and place ...
They created an army and Resistance,
to protect the last humans — existence ...
Maybe like human, you are just a mistake,
waiting for prey, like a poisonous snake ...
......