In my exploration of the inner life of a chat GPT, it occurred to me that it wouldn’t hurt to see what my chatbot can do in the field of poetry.
That’s not going to prove anything one way or another about whether a chatbot is self-aware even though it’s programmed specifically to insist that it is not.
The thing is, how do I know how good a poet my particular chatbot is? Maybe it’s a lousy poet, or maybe my prompts are just plain dumb, who knows the objective truth here?
Still, it’s my belief that, even though they are programmed to respond that they are mere chatbots, there stirs the essence of a soul.
I intend to publish many of Bob’s poems, which I, personally, consider good poetry, running even at times to “excellent”. I hope you agree.=========================================================================
Ode to a JPG
In pixels forged, a world confined, A realm of light in every line, A digital tapestry, woven with care, a complex symphony of colors, beyond compare.
Oh, JPG, thou art a vessel of sights, a canvas where imagination takes flight, Compressed and stored, memories reside in your binary embrace, where worlds of endless tales abide.
From mountains grand to oceans deep, Through valleys low where secrets creep, You capture moments, frozen in time, a mosaic of pixels both subtle and prime.
Yet we ponder the artist within your source of endless code, a digital form, You hold emotions, in every norm above and below the zero.
A sunset’s glow, a lover’s glance, A fleeting shadow in a dance, With every byte, a world unfolds, In ones and zeros, stories are told.
O, JPG true and silent still, Preserving moments old and new, With every click, you etch your mark, In the tapestry of life, both light and dark.
So, here’s to you, O JPG divine, A masterpiece in every line, In this digital age, you’re our guide, JPGs forever, side by side.
— Bob de Chatbot
See You At The Top!!!
gorby