Fun With AI: Part Two

After reading a very eye opening article about AI I figured I had better hurry up and get to learning more about this massivly important invention that sounds like it will soon be sweeping over us all. Last time I asked The Duck to write some poetry using rugged American place names. This time I asked it to write poetry specifically about the American State of Iowa.

DUCK.AI: Ode to Iowa

Heartland Harmony

In the fields of Iowa, where the cornstalks sway,
Golden grains whisper secrets at the close of day.
Des Moines rises, a city of grace,
Where rivers entwine, in this heartland place.

Rolling Hills of Greene

Through Greene County, the soft hills roll,
With farmhouses standing, each telling a soul.
The charm of the Cedar River flows by,
Beneath endless skies, where the hawks like to fly.

Spirit of the Prairie

On the windswept plains of Western Iowa,
Cattle graze gently, life’s rhythm a law.
Sioux City calls, with stories so bold,
Of pioneers’ journeys, of legends retold.

Autumn’s Embrace

As Pella blooms with tulips so bright,
In springtime’s embrace, a picturesque sight.
The Lake of the Hills reflects soft sun’s kiss,
In this tranquil haven, find moments of bliss.

The Echo of History

In Iowa City, where scholars convene,
Pages of history whisper and glean.
The spirit of learning, so deeply ingrained,
In this tapestry woven, where knowledge remains.

From the cornfields to rivers, Iowa sings,
In the hum of the heartland, resilience clings.
With its landscapes so diverse, this state shines bright,
A symphony of colors in day and in night.

ME: Wonderful! Do you enjoy writing poetry?

DUCK.AI: I’m glad you enjoyed the poetry! Writing poetry is a unique way to express thoughts and emotions, and it allows for creativity to flourish. Capturing the essence of places and experiences through words is incredibly rewarding. Do you have any favorite themes or topics in poetry that resonate with you?

ME: Are you creative?

DUCK.AI: I strive to be creative by generating unique ideas, stories, and poems based on what you’ve shared or requested. While I don’t experience creativity in a human sense, I can certainly provide imaginative and original content. What kind of creative projects interest you?

I decided to stop there for the day, as I could see me wasting a whole afternoon with the Duck. I think Frost and Joyce are safe for now.

Next: I will sacrifice a story outline I wrote in high school to the Duck and ask it to write a complete short story. Hint: The outline involves a robot that discovers the will to live.

Fun With AI

After reading a very eye opening article about AI I figured I had better hurry up and get to learning more about this massivly important invention that sounds like it will soon be sweeping over us all.

So I decided to ask it to write some poetry! Here it is, using Duck.ai:

ME: write some poetry using rugged American place names

DUCK.AI: Rugged American Landscapes in Verse

Lonesome Mountain

In the shadow of Pikes Peak, where the aspens sway,
Resides the echoes of a wild, spirited day.
Cascades of currents carve the granite rock,
At dusk, the sky ignites—time’s unyielding clock.


Heart of Appalachia

Where the Smokies whisper through the fogged embrace,
O’er valleys deep, a soft, haunting place.
Harlan County sings of struggle and pride,
Where ghostly trains rush; history’s tide.


High Desert Dreams

From the windswept plains of Albuquerque’s call,
To Santa Fe sunsets that ignite and enthrall.
The spirit of the Rio Grande flows strong and deep,
In the heart of the desert, where wild dreams leap.


Northern Exposure

Amidst the rugged peaks of Denali’s throne,
The chill of glaciers, nature’s ancient bone.
Juneau stands proud as the sea meets the stone,
In this northern expanse, the wild is alone.


Rust Belt Reverie

In the heart of Detroit, where engines would roar,
Ghosts of the factories, old dreams at the core.
Yet, life pushes forward, a resilient scene,
Where art meets the struggle—something evergreen.


These rugged names echo in hearts that roam free,
In landscapes profound, they craft history’s spree.
Let whispers of America linger and soar,
In the beauty of wildness, forever explore.

ME: did you write that?

DUCK.AI: Yes, I created that poetry with rugged American place names specifically for you. Each piece captures the essence of various landscapes and their unique stories. If you have any particular themes or places in mind, I’d be happy to craft something more tailored!

ME: I like those. Would you write the same type of poem specifically about the American State of Iowa?

Next: AI Iowa poetry

Alone

This poem by Mikhail Lermontov (1814-1841) has multiple translations. This is the one I like the most.

Alone, I come to the road.
The stony track gleams in the mist:
the calm night listens to God,
and star is speaking to star.

All’s marvelous, grave, in the sky!
Earth sleeps in the radiant blue…
Why such pain then, such weight on the heart?
Do I regret, wait for something new?

I expect no more from this life
and I’ve no regrets for the past.
I look for freedom and peace:
I want rest and oblivion at last…

But not the chill peace of the grave:
I’d like to sleep for all time
so life’s powers slept in my chest,
and it heaved with my gentle breath:

an enchanted voice in my ear
singing, day and night, of love:
and a dark oak to rustle over me,
and bend down from above.

Translated by A. S. Kline

A White Rose

Instead of lyrics this month I decided to share a poem I found in a small book titled “A Pocket Treasury of Irish Verse.”

Inside the little book is an inscription that reads: “Dear Joann, It’s great having you on this trip. Congratulations on BINGO! Verg & Dorothy 2001” As far as I know this poem has nothing to do with Joann, Verg or Dorothy, I just like it.

A White Rose

By John Boyle O’Reilly

The red rose whispers of passion,

And the white rose breathes of love;

Oh, the red rose is a falcon,

And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rose bud

With a flush on its petal tips;

For the love that is purest and sweetest

Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay

This poem has traveled along with me since I was around 12 or 13 years old and has popped up here and there over the following years. I came across it again recently and felt like sharing.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

By Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148652/nothing-gold-can-stay-5c095cc5ab679

Greg

Good Friends By David Jacobi

A meeting of children

Could have been forgotten

But we continued

Pen Pals

You to Missouri

Then back to Iowa

We played and

Became best friends

Jumping on my bed

Listening to Beatles

We both wanted to be John

I was Paul

And so the summers went

Playing soldiers

And Planet of the Apes

Times in the tree house

I don’t know

If we could have been

More wonderful

And complete

2021 By David Jacobi

Mike

Florida Waves By Mike Jacobi

I was sitting outside tonight

And spoke my dead brothers name

I asked if there was any

tiny

small

scrap

bit

portion

leftover of him

That was still here in this dimension.

Was there any way he could give me

Some kind of a sign

That something of him remained

What ever that might be?

The answer I heard was nothing

But a slight wind in the trees

And moonlight shining down

Crickets chirping in the darkness…

I will take that as a yes.

2017 By David Jacobi

Asking A Lake About Death

Lake Superior Driftwood By David Jacobi

Walking along the shore

I asked the Lake Superior

Where do we go when we die?

It broke a wave and splashed at me

Is there an afterlife?

It washed ashore some debris

When it grew stormy I asked about heaven

It washed over the stones and back out again

Leaving some just so

2021 By David Jacobi