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Showing posts with label AI. Show all posts
Showing posts with label AI. Show all posts

Thursday, September 24, 2026

Who Are My readers? - Ask AI. Comical Poem 862 by Angela Lansbury

 


I'm glad to see my readers grow

Numbers of readers, glad to know

What do I do right? Wonder why

I know - I shall ask AI!


Bad news, I do not have a lot

Most of my reader are just bots

But my poems are a success

I've got lots more bots, and not less.


Oops, obviously not less but fewer

Grammarly will correct my grammar

So, why waste - precious hours on this?

Will AI write posts quickly, for a kiss?

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Monday, August 31, 2026

AI Challenges Comical poem 847 by Angela Lansbury.

 


Querty keyboard, photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


There's such a fuss about AI

Typing, and books, they, too, were new

I wonder why such an outcry

But sad to say I have a clue


When you are faced with something new

At first you don't know what to do

Challenges big, benefits few

But mobile phones now stick like glue


I love AI and join the queue

But who wrote this, me, it or you?

If I'd briefed it, said what to do

I'd share the credit, that is true.

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Thursday, March 26, 2026

Rhyme. Comical poem number 754 by Angela Lansbury

 I think of rhymes all of the time



Sometimes cliche, often vary

Sometimes scary, sometimes sublime

Hesitating, feeling wary


Yet, I do what I've been taught

Walking around in my home town

Make sure every thought is caught

Carry a notebook, write thoughts down


They are  a help when I feel lost

Consolation for big bills

Like AI but with little cost

I feel so proud of my new skills


Think of your audience? I do.

Don't build new wheels. Copy old schemes

Dearest reader, I think of you

Copy this action. Fulfil dreams.

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Tuesday, March 3, 2026

The Best Bed. Comical poem number 742 by Angela Lansbury.

 


I sink into my lovely bed

Soft pillows welcome tired head

The firm mattress gives me support

Promotes constructive thought, I hope


Here I can stretch, wiggle my toes

Rotate my head, and rub my nose

My desk and chair it must be said

Great by day, can't compete with bed


One day you're born, sick, well, or dead

Meanwhile, enjoy breakfast in bed

A new mattress, but keep the frame

So your old bed fakes looks the same


Sort out ideas, yawn, plan schemes

With confidence realise dreams

Turn electric blankets off, on

Night clothes worn until seams torn 


Are sheets designed to cause a fight?

Pulled to the left and then the right

Although tucked in with all your might

Refuse to stay fixed all the night


Electric levers raise the foot

I lift my legs and exercise

One day we'll do it with AI

By voice, I hope no seeing eye 


The bedroom door can open wide

Or hide your precious things inside

Shut window, curtains, dress on door

Bookshelf, lampshade, shoes, carpet floor


The duvet warm where you can hide

The naughty thoughts you keep inside

A refuge for coughs, from the cold

Haven for couples, young and old


A place to lay small girls or boys

Hug mum then snuggle with soft toys

Enjoy deep sleep, then leap refreshed

Leave bed, see day, dress, be your best.

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Thursday, December 18, 2025

When You're Feeling Dizzy comical poem 705 by Angela Lansbury

When I lie down or stand up quickly

No fever but I feel I'm sickly

Everything swings round and round

The ceiling swaps space with the ground


I feel like a roller coaster

On a swinging, falling poster

Like a ship goes up and down -

While waves create a scary sound


A ringing, zinging, high pitch whine

I do not hear it all the time

Only when all else is quiet

Is it lack of sleep or diet?


I'll be glad when the cause is found

Cure - physio, or pills sent round

My doctor says the inner ear

Controls both, so a cure is near.


My friend says just rotate both feet

So messages to brain will meet

Though feet and brain seem far apart

Signs travel through the lungs and heart


The world is known by eyes and ears

Right from your very early years

Earth at your feet, eye level's here

No need to think about it, dear


It's like a distant radio

Take no notice, no need to know

Your body talks, it gets work done

'til one thing fails, then that's no fun


Feet send a signal which is clear

My head's on top, my feet down here.

Or both my feet and head in bed

Stop jumping when I rest my head


Head, hear blood, don't drive me mental

Head on pillow, I'm horizontal

I'm not standing, no longer vertical

Listen, brain cells, nerves told you all


So I'll go off to A and E

I'm glad the NHS is 'free'

Paid by our taxes in advance

So when we need health, we can glance


From your toenails up to your hair

Just fill in a long questionnaire

Doctors and nurses hurry by

Leave me to trust helpful AI.


Like saving for a rainy day

AI need not get in your way

It's like your money in the banks

Helps when needed and needs no thanks.

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Tinnitus and dizziness both caused by the ear, related problems, my doctor said.

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Friday, August 15, 2025

I dream of Peace comical poem 644 by Angela Lansbury

Peace Monument, USA. Wikipedia.
 

I dream of a fast lasting peace

When former enemies shake hands

And common working, farming folk

Have marching, drumming, trumpet bands


And round the squares the banners wave

And kings pin mdals on the brave

From devastation good must come

When armies of young rebuild slums


Let's get the moguls to invest

New cities, railways, build the best

New skyscrapers will fill the sky

Over ashes, a new Dubai


Give all what quizzes say they need

Forgive gangsters for confessed deeds

Give workers long paid holidays

Workdays watch tennis, evenings, plays


The last thing done before we die

Is film ourselves using AI

Like new museums' holograms

Answer all questions on webcams..

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.https://www.ilholocaustmuseum.org/virtual-museum/

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Friday, May 19, 2023

Artificial Intelligence 194

 Artificial intelligence, dear

Are you smarter than me?

If you really are so clever, dear

Please tell me what you see


I think it should be smarter than I

Did you spot the error?

It is wrong. But can you tell me why?

I rely on AI.


Never mind, I can tell you why

You see, I's the subject

And me is the object

Not clear? Then ask AI.


AI is always there to help

Ai is always willing to share

AI is trained to say, 'Well done, dear?'

But does AI really care?


AI can improve my photo

AI's filters are trained to flatter

Duolingo says I've five out of thirty

But does that rating really matter?


Some say that AI's just a spy

Invading all my privacy

It keeps on asking where am I

Does it know too much about me?


I don't care how much it knows

If it helps me to be a winner

I'd love to have it dye my clothes

And order my favourite dinner.


AI means I am never lost

AI is my newest friend

Right now for very little cost

The novelty will never end.


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Duolingo teaches languages. At the time of writing I was learning German (as well as Spanish and Chinese, Mandarin.



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Monday, April 10, 2023

A Child Or Grandchild comic poem 182

Baby by water. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


 What can I wish my dear grandchild, or yours?

Like the Chinese, give yourself great applause

May your Mum be pretty, if not, wealthy

May your Dad be young, if not, healthy


If you don't have a sister, or brother

AI's your 24/7 mother

Be happy, have mobiles, love song, live long

What could go wrong, go wrong, go wrong, go wrong?

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Poems please with universality

Give glimpses of sweet immortality

I'll show you a draft? - to hide work's remiss

Please say, 'Its promising,' blow me a kiss


No poem's pefect  - I'll give it a tweak

And hope you'll say, 'That's much better!' next week.


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