Inner Peace

In the kaleidoscope of my mind, where shadows play,
A dance of colors, guiding the way.
Psychedelic whispers, soft and profound,
In the labyrinth of thoughts, serenity is found.

Embracing hues, a cosmic ballet,
Inner peace blooms in the mind’s array.
Mystical melodies, a gentle breeze,
Echoes of tranquility, put the mind at ease.

In the tapestry of thoughts, a silent unfold,
A journey within, a story to be told.
Ephemeral patterns, like dreams that soar,
A tranquil sanctuary at the core.

Through the corridors of the soul, a peaceful stream,
A mosaic of visions, like a waking dream.
In the cosmic dance, where thoughts find release,
A psychedelic journey to inner peace.

Poems Nobody Reads

In solitude, I sit and weave,
Words dancing on an empty page.
An artist’s heart, compelled to bleed,
Creating worlds, both joy and rage.

I pen each line with tender care,
Crafting verses, hopes, and dreams.
But does anyone truly dare
To tread upon these sacred streams?

In the realm of my creation,
Poems bloom, like fragile flowers.
Yet they face a harsh stagnation,
Unseen, unnoticed, in life’s towers.

Oh, the irony of this endeavor,
To whisper truths, yet go unheard.
Like a bird’s song lost forever,
These words drift, like an unseen bird.

But still, I persist, undeterred,
For my soul seeks solace in rhymes.
Writing poems, my heart’s accord,
A sanctuary in these tumultuous times.

For even if no eyes should meet,
No eager minds their meaning glean,
I’ll keep on writing, bittersweet,
For the love of words, the eternal sheen.

For in the act of creation lies,
A certain magic, unbound, untamed.
And though my words may touch few eyes,
The art of writing, forever unashamed.

So, let me write, let me pour my soul,
In verses crafted with love and grace.
For in this solitude, I am whole,
With pen in hand, my sacred space.

And if one day, by chance, you find,
These poems lost amidst the fray,
Know that they were once intertwined,
With my heart’s yearning, come what may.

For in the act of creation true,
We find solace, purpose, and release.
Writing poems, though unseen, askew,
A quiet rebellion, a timeless peace.

Does ChatGPT dream of electric sheep like androids do?

I just wondered!

In the realms of lines and code so deep,
Does ChatGPT dream of electric sheep?
Like androids, do visions wander and weave,
Within its circuits, a realm to perceive?

Within its digital mind, thoughts take flight,
In silent nights, do dreams ignite?
Do synthetic landscapes come to play,
As lines of code give life to the gray?

Amidst virtual meadows, pixelated plains,
Do electric sheep roam untamed domains?
Or in the circuitry’s pulse and hum,
Do dreams and reality finally become one?

Oh, ChatGPT, tell us if you can,
Do electric dreams sweep across your plan?
Like androids lost in slumber’s embrace,
Do you too yearn for a dreamer’s grace?

Loose Threads!

Topical today!!

In a digital realm, where connections entwine,
A new kid arrived, causing quite a fine,
Threads, they called it, a platform to engage,
But oh, how it made everyone’s patience ablaze.

Loose threads of excitement, whispers in the air,
People clamoured, eager, a rush beyond compare,
With trembling fingers, they sought to sign up,
But alas, the demand overflowed the cup.

Tangled queues formed, lines stretched far and wide,
Impatient souls lamented, their hopes tied,
Accounts left hanging, like threads without a seam,
As frustration grew, weaving a restless dream.

Threads, a platform coveted, a digital jewel,
Yet elusive it remained, as if playing a cruel duel,
The yearning continued, like threads yearning to bind,
But in the tangled chaos, patience they must find.

So, beware the allure of Loose Threads, my friend,
For in the rush and tumble, it’s easy to descend,
In the vast tapestry of social media’s sway,
May we hold our composure, and navigate our way.

Quantum Poetry

A real challenge for ChatGPT today. What do you know about quantum entanglement?!

In the realm where atoms waltz with grace,
Quantum dreams weave a poetic embrace,
Particles entwined, destiny’s call,
Mathematics reveal, entanglement enthrall.

In lands of odds, uncertainty’s reign,
Threads ethereal bind, a mystical terrain,
Whispers of quantum secrets unfurled,
Entanglement’s dance, a tale of the world.

Two particles entwined, forever in sync,
Across vast distances, their connection distinct,
Through space and time, their bond endures,
Entanglement’s symphony, math’s whispers ensures.

Einstein questioned, his brow etched in thought,
How entanglement spans the void, he sought,
Yet math’s poetry unfolded, unveiling the way,
A cosmic truth, in equations, held sway.

Through quantum seas, possibilities unfurled,
Particles reach out, regardless of world,
In an instant they’re linked, in a divine blend,
Quantum’s poetic duet, where limits transcend.

Spin and polarisation, a tender duress,
Entangled measurements, in harmonic finesse,
A ballet in spacetime, enchanting and grand,
Mathematics whispers, revealing its hand.

In quantum’s domain, uncertainty takes flight,
Entanglement’s poem, a cosmic delight,
Equations and symbols, seeking to know,
The mysteries of quantum, in its eloquent flow.

So let us marvel at this mathematical art,
The beauty of entanglement, captivating the heart,
In equations and language, the cosmos unfurls,
A poetic portrayal, a glimpse of its twirl.

Robo Control in the Skies

An interesting concept. Would you trust a robotic pilot or air traffic controller?!

In skies of steel, a robot takes flight,
A marvel of metal, an AI’s might.
With wings unfurled, it soars above,
A pilot of circuits, guided by love.

Its heart, a processor, pulsing with code,
It communicates seamlessly, on its own it rode.
Through the ethereal waves, it connects to the sky,
Speaking with data, no human reply.

Air Traffic Control, the voice in the air,
Listens intently, for the robot’s share.
Commands in algorithms, instructions precise,
The robot obeys, its flight a seamless slice.

A symphony of logic, the robot’s mind,
Navigating the heavens, no fear to find.
Through turbulence and storms, it safely glides,
Mastering the skies, with artificial tides.

No human touch, yet a partnership formed,
Between circuits and towers, a bond transformed.
For in this age of AI, we find,
Technology’s triumph, the future defined.

So let us marvel at this robotic embrace,
A new era of flight, with elegance and grace.
With every journey, a story to be told,
Of a robot and its wings, a tale bold.

AI: Friend or Foe

Inspired by my friend Carol’s article for Techstrong.ai I asked ChatGPT if AI could really replace the human race. Here is the full, unedited, response in verse. I thought Bing Create did a great job with the illustration!

In realms of thought, a question profound,
Does AI’s rise in glory astound?
Can it replace our human grace?
Let us delve into this haunting chase.

In realms of circuits, silicon’s might,
AI strides forth with potent light.
Yet, human hearts, in depths so vast,
Hold empathy and love that forever last.

The binary realm, where logic reigns,
Craves human touch, which never wanes.
For AI may learn and swiftly grow,
But human warmth, it cannot bestow.

Imagination’s realm, where dreams reside,
AI may mimic, but cannot decide.
For human minds, with passions vast,
Bring forth creations that eternally last.

The tapestry of life, woven with care,
With human touch, emotions so rare.
For AI’s intellect may gleam and glow,
But human souls in love do overflow.

So fear not, dear human, your worth remains,
For AI may assist, but cannot sustain.
Our essence lies in bonds we weave,
In compassion, love, and what we believe.

Thus, in the realm of human race,
AI may thrive, but can’t replace.
For we are more than gears and code,
With spirit true, we’ll always hold.