THE COMPUTERIZED FACE OF POETRY

Poets Alert.....we're being 'put out of business'.........This Poem, 'THE FACE OF ART', was written by a computer, in 3 seconds~ I think the Human Race will be obsolete within a hundred or two years........welcome....or not.....SKYNET Ver, 54, Model 82, aka. POET.....master of metaphor and simile..... featuring 'creative' sub-routines that keep it busy, during its nanoseconds of 'wait time'.......writing 400 lines of 'better than amateur' poetry per second......Nevertheless, I have a couple of friends who are 'diligent' poetry-writers, whose 'poetry' is even worse......When in high school I cranked out some junk in dactyllic hexameter, imagining I was....then.....a great poet.......they have, since, been immolated in an old oil barrel.......I've retained a bit of the 'stuff' I wrote, during college days, just to remind me not to take myself so seriously....Yet, listening to NPR while making b'fast.....self-serious 'poets' are reading some real dreck over the airwaves........afterward, engaging in discussions about it as I send yesterday's leftover cat food down the garbage disposal..to the sewer......imagining it was the poem that I just heard on the radio.......

I fed a 'poem generator' some words, and in less than 2 seconds, this mess popped up: 

Ode to the Yearning

A Sonnet by veristes (me)

My free yearning, you inspire me to write.

I love the way you fall, skip and topple,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the dusk poppell.

Let me compare you to a key cherry?

You are more suffient, subjective and brusque.

Snow chills the berries of January,

And wintertime has the jacent cornhusk.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your nascent feet, nostrils and lips.

Thinking of your short nostrils fills my days.

My love for you is the adjacent cripps.

Now I must away with a lofty heart,

Remember my clear words whilst we're apart

"the shadow of yesterdays dreaming asunder

Gives the softened glory unto thy tread of feet!

Beside the young amputee, with continuous hands,

Beside thee, like the leaves of an unholy moon!"

Inspired by Walt Whitman, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and Edgar Allan Poe

COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE.......as 'it gets worse with some virtual assistance from four dead poets'........