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ChatGPT (Open AI) poem

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It is incredible what Artificial Intelligence can do. I asked to write a poem about a Vital Arrow. Here is the result.
P.S. I am worried.


The Vital Arrow

The arrow flies with purpose true
Aimed towards a noble goal
It pierces through with strength anew
A force that fills the soul

The Vital Arrow, swift and sure
It carries with it life
With every strike, it does ensure
That hope can still survive

It brings to us a sense of hope
A light that shines so bright
The power of its potent scope
Dispels the dark of night

The Vital Arrow, let it soar
With strength and majesty
Its path a promise to restore
A future bright and free

For every heart that beats in time
With hope, with joy, with love
The Vital Arrow, let it chime
A symbol from above

So let us raise our voices high
In tribute to this art
The Vital Arrow, it will fly
A beat within our heart.

25.02.2023

ChatGPT (Open AI)

The kiss

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Just one kiss. Just one kiss.
It’s a heaven and an abyss.
It’s too little but too much –
Of your lips a single touch.

Just one kiss. Your only kiss.
That’s all from you I truly miss.
The lust will remain unknown
For the wet of lips alone.

Intrigues are weaved among the stars,
Leaving everlasting scars.
Press your fiery lips on mine,
Or I will get old and die.

In absence of your lava kisses –
Springy water simply freezes.
All the stars will remain still.
And I’ll be a mortal ill.

What’s a kiss? What is the trick?
I plainly craved it, like a sick.
It is a holy and a sin.
With a kiss, it ends and begins.

The first kiss – a sign of trust,
When life starts that it will last.
The final kiss that you will give –
Is to the body that once lived.

23.11.2022

The wine

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A crystal goblet filled with wine,
A pure-blooded from the shrine,
Takes my mind far, far away,
Where there is life without pain.

That realm is filled with pure love –
The warmth of the fire from the stove.
Where you still can steal a kiss.
And there’s nothing else but bliss.

When I empty my first grail,
You appear under a veil.
Great diva, a true queen.
Which all men are worshiping.

The second time when I escape
To the outer world which I create.
A glass of white cold wine, as ice,
In my honor, I will rise.

Virgine lady, as from cyst,
Emerges amidst the mist.
And with her unsure glance,
Leaves me frozen in a stance.

I don’t want the drizzle gone
Of my dirty thoughts. I’m done.
I close my eyes and stop my gaze.
Lady vanishes in the haze.

The third time of escapade
To the sea of wine evade.
A full chalice of Vermouth red,
Urges me straight to her bed.

She appears in the hat.
The only clothing is just that.
I have no clue what is the scope,
She changes my tie to a leather rope.

The wine is good and the goodness is wine,
Which grinds our destiny divine.
I don’t think the wine’s to blame,
Cause that liquor is your name.

20.11.2022

Happiness

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Every day I ask myself:
– What is real happiness?
A voice whispers from above:
– Have a good drink and make love!

The second day, but the same question:
– What in life is satisfaction?
A voice whispers from beneath:
– Simply look at a falling leaf.

On the third day – same turmoil:
– What’s imperative of all?
Whispers came from everywhere:
– Tell your loved-once that you care!

19.11.2022






Smashed by COVID

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The flag is lowered halfway,
No one stays at ease.
She has gone, so far away.
God, rest her in peace.

The squad isn’t looking brave-
Not all are in the formation.
One of us is in the grave.
The very gruesome equation.

Not just bullets will us kill –
That’s an exclamation!
Sure, the damned COVID-19
It’s not an aberration!

2021