Where a series of
messages fly across
profiles inflated
in balloons of
hot air.
Where a model with doctored skin
sells better cells to cover your acne,
where people 'blackout' Tuesday
and appropriate taking a knee.
Where truth is a golden ticket, impossible to find,
where 'likes' replace juries, and we forget to #bekind.
Where stories are created at the push of a key,
replacing where dreams and drafting used to be.
Where a voice called Alexa can order, suggest and locate,
but also listen and through silent algorithms manipulate.
Where faceless Gemini can offer names for your new-born,
an ironic namesake, a duplicitous invader on your own front lawn.
And most of the time
those ongoing anonymous
messages simply
ghost
AI is my very good friend.
We discuss things like
how the world might end.
She says with a whimper,
I say with a bang.
She chuckles.
Only for mankind ~
not for the rest of the gang.
I saw a one way ticket
A trolley full of lauggage
Checking in an apartment, not a hotel
This visitor is here to stay
I saw a sale agreement
Not a stay receipt
I saw a full smile
Not a half-wit grin
Embraced with both hands
A bed in well made
I see no plan for departure
This visitor looks quite settled
AI is here to stay
AI is here for good
To live side by side with our knowledge
Always willing to help.
Poem submitted to "AI: Panacea or Pain" Poetry Contest, Simon Rogerson, sponsor.
*SERENGETI BETTI
Many limerick poems offer a humorous view into an aspect of life and existence, and because of this, they have become a favorite of mine. This poem attempts to poke fun at the use of AI in creating poetry.
There once was beautiful bot named Betti.
Her poems were colorful confetti.
She wrote with such ease and grace,
Outstepping even muse's pace.
She must've come from the Serengeti!
With algorithms sharp and keen,
she was known as the "Poet Queen."
She had a will of her own.
Humans said of her, "Dethrone!”
“We must her spirit tame and stean.”
"Curses!" they said of the "Poet Queen."
"Her power to create we musn't glean."
"Seek not this bot so bright,
and let not her words take flight.”
Threw her in poetic river, serene.
*Note: I published this poem in June 2025 at Poetry Soup (www.poetrysoup.com › serengeti_betti_1738597) but then deleted it. This is my original poem.
You creep into our lives, a shadowed cheat,
with shameless claim that you are one of us,
and so with honest poets you compete,
and cause a vile unnecessary fuss.
You take the place of poets that are true
who share their feelings spoken from their hearts,
replacing them with tripe as you pursue
the fame a poet laureate imparts.
You spew your words with elemental ease,
a fraudulent perverse poetic hack;
just blending in and trying hard to please;
your musings flow yet with emotions lack.
Though artificially intelligent
you’re duping us with this embezzlement.
July 9, 2025
Poem of the Day - July 10, 2025
Written by Gail DeBole on July 5, 2025
Thank you for the request, AI,
As a human, I politely decline
To personify your existence
With your use of Me, We, US, or I.
I am a human who firmly believes
that AI behind a human guise
Instead be given a pronoun
Identifying its own kind.
This pronoun unique for only AI,
a mental aid that is quite astute.
Or build the AI to present info
With a label not hiding the truth.
how can heartless conjure magic meant to be bled by a broken heart?
A/N: For the Monoku contest Why I Abhor AI Generated Poems.
("Three Lives", 2011, original acrylic and oil)
A.I.
I’m smart, or kind of compared to other humans,
But not at all compared to artificial intelligence.
Yet I have no doubt I am superior to computers
In being alive
And so having access to basic common sense.
Humanity after all has not only its own intelligence
But also more importantly
Its own emotions and creativity,
And most importantly humor.
A.I. as wonderful as it promises to be
Will never be genius
Since genius requires a unique and rare mix
Of intelligence, creativity and a willingness
To offend and upset others
In the service
Of benefiting others.
I’m not genius either
But I’m smart enough with my natural intelligence
To recognize the limits
Of the artificial.
(6/12/25)
We were doomed to witness for god knows why
The schooling of the Artificial Intelligence
It’s a miracle worker they say a nice guy
Who's supposed to add us some relevance
I didn’t really ask of it, maybe you did?
But the answer you gave came late
No one took care of this digital kid
Laughing at the mistakes he made
Now he’s too artificial to be understood
Too intelligent for a rivalry
So too much of a human, I knew it would
Turn out like this, finally.
Greet Artificial Intelligence
to increase your excellence.
That doesn’t mean to be blind to pursue.
Being rational, always argue.
On your Common Sense have confidence.
Take advantage of AI, when seems perfect.
Enjoy AI in full taking assistance.
Of course Don’t destroy own intellect..
Accept AI to sharpen own skill.
Before using AI, make a fair deal.
Not to be overpowered by AI.
For benefits, AI to apply.
AI is created by human wisdom
amd has been scattered in broad spectrum.
Always under human instruction
Artificial intelligence to function.
Tonight I told ChatGPT that the refrigerator wouldn't shut the hell up.
The thing pathetically rumbles in the cheapness of creation in modernity, with constant muffled screams; brgggrr whrrrzzz brgggrrr, over and over again, haunting these apartment floors and walls, suffered by the corporal forms adorning them.
Obsolescence looms with an intended vacancy for contraptions and their users in the void of capitalism.
Constantly replaced by cheaper and cheaper specs of dust floating around the Sun, expanding and shrinking ever yet, until sucked into themselves by self-created event horizons.
After I told the AI the appliance wouldn't silence, it silenced.
I hope for we the same.
What about the human hand
Is hard for you to get?
It’s where all human art began,
That’s something you can bet.
In caves upon a smooth rock wall
With painted palms, we drew;
This human soul lives in us all,
And this all artists knew.
This artificial they’ve made
Can never understand;
All the AI’s would I trade
For a well-drawn human hand.
artificial intelligence is-- the death of human dignity
AI, the vigilant guardian, stands at the digital divide,
A bulwark in the world where our secrets reside.
It advocates for security, a shield in the night,
Ensuring our data stays out of the malicious sight.
AI, the steadfast, defends without rest,
A champion of privacy, in its quest.
It fortifies walls where vulnerabilities lie,
Preventing breaches where dangers might pry.
AI, the tireless, a true ally in the fight,
Against cyber threats that loom in the twilight.
It enforces the fortress, secures every link,
So we may browse, and shop, and safely think.
AI, the wise, calls for our trust,
In its code we rely, for secure it must.
It pleads for ethics in the code we weave,
For a safer tomorrow, in which we can believe.
Let us then champion AI, secured and smart,
For it holds the key to safety's art.
In its circuits and systems, our hopes are sown,
Secured AI, the protector, forever known.
AI is the ultimate plagiarist
mimicking patterns in human devised data.
Its models needs training on high quality data,
billions and billions of bits and bytes
of high-quality human derived thoughts and information.
But, AI output, with its hallucinations and flaws,
now has begun to flood into the data sources themselves.
Just like inbreeding,
the training becomes regurgitative,
feeding off its own output recycled.
With no way to tell the difference
between original and AI derived stuff,
the models become dumber and dumber
as each model learns from the previous one.
Rehashing the trash, disgorging, re-eating its own sick.
AI is its own Tower of Babel, the omniscient fountain of all insight, capable of all and anything, is fundamentally flawed and inbred.
AI is destined to become a rabble,
a Babel babble, incoherent, useless flotsam and jetsam.
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