Nonsensical Poetry

[tailor STATELY]

Ah... found the AI version (lol):

Ode to the Charity
A Sonnet by Anon

My Charity, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you faith, hope and love,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the baseball glove.

Let me compare you to a loving will?
You are more concise and more perfection.
Light rains flood the right fields of April,
And the springtime has the white injection.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your nice Jesus, Savior and christ.
Thinking of your clear Savior fills my days.
My love for you is the not puffed up kleist.

Now I must away with a precise heart,
Remember my loose words whilst we're apart.

... ROFLMAO

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

re: LOl ROFL Well, I was expecting something of the kind, but kept quiet till I had the evidence of the facts

By the way, what is the baseball glove doing in this poem?

[Danik 2016]

Thanks, tailor. Yes, I prefer this solution. You maintain the rhyme but without forcing the meaning.

[tailor STATELY]

re: LOl ROFL Well, I was expecting something of the kind, but kept quiet till I had the evidence of the facts

By the way, what is the baseball glove doing in this poem?

LOL... the best I can figure is it associated April and Springtime with baseball... totally off the wall for the word list I fed it...

"white injection": I can't even imagine.

L1, L9 (Shakespeare Sonnet #43 again), and L14 seem to be its favorite catch phrases that it throws out (keeping with the baseball theme)... see previous AI sonnets... also L5 Sonnet #forgot.

kleist ? After googling you might be familiar with: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinrich_von_Kleist

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tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

Thanks, tailor. Yes, I prefer this solution. You maintain the rhyme but without forcing the meaning.

Thanx for the critique... still keeping my spiritual eyes on it

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tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

LOL... the best I can figure is it associated April and Springtime with baseball... totally off the wall for the word list I fed it...

"white injection": I can't even imagine.

L1, L9 (Shakespeare Sonnet #43 again), and L14 seem to be its favorite catch phrases that it throws out (keeping with the baseball theme)... see previous AI sonnets... also L5 Sonnet #forgot.

kleist ? After googling you might be familiar with: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinrich_von_Kleist

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Sorry, tailor! I didn't mean to make you google that poem. I thought you wrote it and it was meant as a joke. But you wouldn't have written that poem not even as a joke. Most of all I abhorred the 'puffed up kleist'. It doesn't make sense, not even nonsense.
Maybe one of more people used the generator and the solutions and errors were left standing.
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[tailor STATELY]

Sorry, tailor! I didn't mean to make you google that poem. I thought you wrote it and it was meant as a joke. But you wouldn't have written that poem not even as a joke. Most of all I abhorred the 'puffed up kleist'. It doesn't make sense, not even nonsense.
Maybe one of more people used the generator and the solutions and errors were left standing.
'

With apologies... that's what the AI spit out verbatim and was what I started with to work on my poem (I copy/paste the verbatim lattice into the "Poet's Desk" and labor to get something intelligible and in this case a lot more polished; thus the original output was still on the AI website untouched. I have no clue why it generated what it did, especially with the spiritual words I input. I googled "kleist" when you were curious and found Herr Heinrich_von_Kleist who was a very accomplished individual w/ Poetry and short stories and dramas to his credit, if I recall; with a rather dramatic/tragic end. I don't understand why "the 'puffed up kleist'" was abhorrent... maybe a cultural difference - an unfortunate vernacular of the unseemly kind ? In English (American English... well - California, American English anyway) a person who is "puffed up" is one who is conceited. So sorry for the distress. (sigh)

With sincere apologies,
tailor

[Danik 2016]

LoL!Snif!

No, YOU don´t have to apologize for the errors on the generator. It doesn´t have the best of tastes as to what versions deserve to be kept on it, but that again would be asking to much of it. I think you just showed me that version so that I could evaluate what you had made of it: you maintained solely the original structure, the prayer was entirely your creation.

As for Kleist, I know him well, I wrote about one of his plays years ago. He was a great writer but prolly had a very difficult personality. He was a nobleman at a time when the decadent German nobility had to adapt to more bourgeois patterns of life.
He had an immense difficulty with all kinds of compromise. He didn´t adapt to the army, he broke with his fiancée, with whom he exchanged letters years on end, because she wanted him to find a secure job, so that they could marry. Find the job wasn´t the difficulty, his family didn´t have any more money but they still had influence. He also rejected the idea of earning money as a writer. He became increasingly dependent on relatives and friends for money and I think you read about his sad end.

Still no idea how he landed in the poem generator. Maybe just a typo.

I wish you success with your presentation today!

[tailor STATELY]

(phew) Thank you for your reply. I was worried I had offended you in some manner (I can be quite clueless sometimes). I don't think the generator should be referred to as an AI any more. (lol)

Just finished printing my talk... 16 total pages at 18 point print double-sided (8-sheets of paper). I usually calculate 3-pages= 5 minutes so I have 25+ minutes prepared for a scheduled 15-20 minute talk just in case the first speaker is ill or has prepared less than her allotment. The speaker, I asked her personally to speak on a subject, is very reliable though and quite verbose... so I may have even less to present which is ok. In fact I'm introducing a new missionary that will even take up more time But, it was a great learning opportunity for me though I haven't really slept much. (long nap this afternoon planned, lol)

Have a wonderful day !

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tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

re: Hope you had a good meeting, after that careful preparation.
Working also on a preface that is due for the editor. I have a difficulty with finishing things.

Midnight song of birds
Enhance the dusky sky
Dewy sunflowers!

[tailor STATELY]

Had a wonderful Sacrament service. It's raining now, but it was a glorious sparkling day Sunday... there may have been clouds but I didn't notice them Talks went as planned: speaker was as eloquent as she was loquacious, missionary took a bit more than 5 minutes to introduce himself, I read my poem then talked on Moroni 7 for a few minutes, which had us running 5-minutes late. The choir was wonderful as usual (I miss singing in the choir sigh). Our dear choir leader is going on a senior mission to SLC after next week (I asked her a few weeks ago to speak in our Easter program next Sunday) and we had an after church "linger longer" luncheon yesterday (Sunday) in her honor.

Love your poem... "Dewy sunflowers!" can have so many connotations in these times... well done!

Wishing you well on your preface. I have a tendency to procrastinate myself.

The Warm and Chocolatey Mug of Cocoa

Whose mug of cocoa is that? (rhetorically)
Its owner is quite happy though. (so silly)
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, (really?)
I watch him laugh. I cry hello. (creepily)

He gives his mug of cocoa a shake,
And laughs as his belly turns into a lake.
The only other sound's the wake,
.......... redacting this part... a 2.5 Richter quake.

The mug of cocoa is warm, chocolatey, and deep,
(inserts Oxford comma with a deft sweep)
But he has promises to keep,
After a long nap and short sleep.
"Sweet dreams are made of these" (neep, neep!).

After rising from his rumpled bed,
Stoking the heat stove increasing the infra red,
With thoughts of poetry & silly stories in his head,
He drinks his triple cocoa still half brain dead

4/11/2022

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tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

quack

quarks quaver quantifying quasicrystals querulously
quack

quadrapoles quicken quadrahedral quincunxial quanta
quelch quacks

4/14/2022

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tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

LOL Not quelching quacks, ever!

Petty PC
Putting on airs
Wonderful morning
Sunny background with dogs
So many of them!
I want to work
In this peaceful atmosphere
But PC puts on airs
It's not fair!

[Danik 2016]

Had a wonderful Sacrament service. It's raining now, but it was a glorious sparkling day Sunday... there may have been clouds but I didn't notice them Talks went as planned: speaker was as eloquent as she was loquacious, missionary took a bit more than 5 minutes to introduce himself, I read my poem then talked on Moroni 7 for a few minutes, which had us running 5-minutes late. The choir was wonderful as usual (I miss singing in the choir sigh). Our dear choir leader is going on a senior mission to SLC after next week (I asked her a few weeks ago to speak in our Easter program next Sunday) and we had an after church "linger longer" luncheon yesterday (Sunday) in her honor.

Love your poem... "Dewy sunflowers!" can have so many connotations in these times... well done!

Wishing you well on your preface. I have a tendency to procrastinate myself.

The Warm and Chocolatey Mug of Cocoa

Whose mug of cocoa is that? (rhetorically)
Its owner is quite happy though. (so silly)
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, (really?)
I watch him laugh. I cry hello. (creepily)

He gives his mug of cocoa a shake,
And laughs as his belly turns into a lake.
The only other sound's the wake,
.......... redacting this part... a 2.5 Richter quake.

The mug of cocoa is warm, chocolatey, and deep,
(inserts Oxford comma with a deft sweep)
But he has promises to keep,
After a long nap and short sleep.
"Sweet dreams are made of these" (neep, neep!).

After rising from his rumpled bed,
Stoking the heat stove increasing the infra red,
With thoughts of poetry & silly stories in his head,
He drinks his triple cocoa still half brain dead

4/11/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Enjoyed (after lunch)

[tailor STATELY]

"Petty PC Putting on airs"... interesting tension in this poem.

purple?

sparkling break of day
purple pangolins playing
calico cats fuss

4/16/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY