I Asked Google AI to Write A Poem About Airguns.

MACTEN said:

I have never even thought about a poem for airgunning. But if one had to be written, this one kind of sums everything up. Please tell me you or someone else wrote this because the thought that a machine did this is one of the more frightening things I can think of at the moment and there are a lot of things that are jumping out everywhere in this world.

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WoodWelder said:

Welcome to the new world of AI = Artificial Intelligence.

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CharlieF said:

Here is what I got. LOL

The cool air nips, the sun hangs low,
A canvas stretched, the fields aglow.
Not lead nor fire, but whispered hush,An air gun held, a gentle crush.

The weight of wood, a polished gleam,
A beady sight, a focused dream.
A target waits, a distant ring,
Where feathered flight takes wing on wing.

A careful breath, a steady hand,
The pump's soft sigh across the land.
The pellet clicks, a silent vow,
To test the skill, and bring it down.

A finger tight, a trigger squeeze,
A puff of air that sets it free.
A fleeting hiss, a moment's flight,
Then wood it meets, with gentle bite.

No deafening boom,
no startled cry,
Just nature's peace beneath the sky.
A skill that tests, a focus keen,
Respect for life, on a grassy scene.

The target falls, a paper prize,But in the heart, a different prize.The joy of aim, the patient quest,A bond with nature, put to test.

So let the sun dip low and red,The air gun hums, the thoughts are fed.A quiet sport, a mindful art,Where skill and nature play their part.

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boscoebrea said:

"Resistance is futile"! We are on a quest,to make the human race,lazy,then crazy as their minds get hazy

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CharlieF said:

Here is what I got. LOL

The cool air nips, the sun hangs low,
A canvas stretched, the fields aglow.
Not lead nor fire, but whispered hush,An air gun held, a gentle crush.

The weight of wood, a polished gleam,
A beady sight, a focused dream.
A target waits, a distant ring,
Where feathered flight takes wing on wing.

A careful breath, a steady hand,
The pump's soft sigh across the land.
The pellet clicks, a silent vow,
To test the skill, and bring it down.

A finger tight, a trigger squeeze,
A puff of air that sets it free.
A fleeting hiss, a moment's flight,
Then wood it meets, with gentle bite.

No deafening boom,
no startled cry,
Just nature's peace beneath the sky.
A skill that tests, a focus keen,
Respect for life, on a grassy scene.

The target falls, a paper prize,But in the heart, a different prize.The joy of aim, the patient quest,A bond with nature, put to test.

So let the sun dip low and red,The air gun hums, the thoughts are fed.A quiet sport, a mindful art,Where skill and nature play their part.

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Frozenspyder said:

It is sort of impressive. I suppose as genuine intelligence is in short supply these days, we'll have to settle for the artificial kind. It is a little scary though. Artificial intelligence by itself isn't necessarily bad, but any advances in technology can be downright terrifying if misused.

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Frozenspyder said:

Artificial intelligence by itself isn't necessarily bad, but any advances in technology can be downright terrifying if misused.

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