A Poet Named Artificial Intelligence .

Google has released an Experimental AI technology, that inspires poetry...

The Artificial Intelligence Muse Experiment can be found at

https://sites.research.google/versebyverse/

The competition concept is
- Go to the website & follow the instructions
-Write a poem of 100 to 200 words.
-Please give reference to the chosen inspiration poets.
-Please note your Syllable Count and Rhyme Scheme, if you use one..

Have some fun.


This was mine....(An Example)


South African Princess wrote unto her King
Rich in perfume! real as house and land!
Combed the great tree of relationship,
Kept her young heart in its snowy hand.

Drove her Hilux to the border stop
Set her a spring with a yellow head
Laid her white breast in the yellow wind,
Carry my age with the silent tread.

Called to Shadows in Reflection
There, on a new, transparent mother,
Swift as a star, as a little lamp
That Truth to him might hope to utter!

Said Princess to the King and one other
Kiss me with cheeks of a perfect age;
Regard them at the call of poems,
Save us to the top of any cage.


Inspired by Robert Frost, Edgar Allan Poe, and Walt Whitman
Having fun with AI tech (Verse To Verse Experiment)
9 Syllables - ABCB.



Enjoy Word Addicts!

Of The Clouds

Ten purple flowers, in their purple gowns
last year, the quiet courtier would be
light as a yellow star in silent night,
since my own eyes wandered her solitude

laid my hand on her laurel at the breast,
every one she sealed behind her lip,
made the poem true by my perfect turn,
light as a spell in her enchanted air

year after year, in a delicate scene
your smile was the dark night of my sorrow.
Behold - a strange black thing as a lily
where petals fill the crushing summer air

sometimes I saw her on an autumn night
rich in the morning, happy in the year,
the purple flowers that grew in shadow
before the white stars left the moon ajar.


(Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe & Walt Whitman - 10 syllable per line count, free-verse)

Thank You Robert and Missy
fantastic entries from both of you!

It's quite fun seeing how that thing works,

How deep is your sorrow
Beside the dames that towered in an town;
Where happiness always seems to be borrowed
To breathe some very blackness as a crown.

And your very breathe seems hollow
With desperate energy, golden flower;
Struck with its long ecstasy of sorrow,
Kept her young soul in an idle hour.

You lay so still with coated lies
A music that was in the yellow night,
Divulge this secrets to the human eye.
Wrapping them in her own crystalline light!

You criticize each other under dainty smiles
Hold about my fingers and take your hand,
I see you’re a traveler, a walker of miles
Shall find no darkness in the valley land.


(This was so much fun!! Regards to edgar Allan Poe, ABAB)

Hey hey

Thanks for joining us. Glad you had fun with it!

Al

Ah, thank you 😊 This was something different. Not sure why there weren’t more entries here. 🤷‍♀️

Cheers and stuff! x