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by michaelmrose 974 days ago
I don't know anything about poetry but I do know you have to put some effort into a prompt and iterate to get anything useful out.

Here are some interesting results from literally feeding this article and prompting chatgpt to improve the poem and take into account her critique. They seem at least to my eyes a little better.

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    Upon these shores, where time seems still,
    PIBO stands, guided by a passioned will.
    With hands ungloved, their touch sincere,
    They embrace nature, drawing it near.

    Loving straightforwardly, without pretense or guise,
    In every bird's song, a part of them lies.
    In this dance, where boundaries fade and intertwine,
    Your journey, dear bird, feels much like mine.

    In the quiet of Pelee, where heartbeats merge with the sea's hum,
    There lies a tale of dedication, of hands and feathers becoming one.
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    Upon Pelee's shores, where the migratory journey starts,
    PIBO stands undeterred, with gentle, gloveless hands and hearts.
    No insect repellant, for it might be toxic, they bear,
    Yet with every sting and bite, their dedication's rare.

    Warblers greet the dawn, singing their age-old song,
    Yet amidst them, mosquitoes and chiggers throng.
    With delicate touch, they band, note, and release,
    Suffering in silence, so our joy in birdsong doesn't cease.

    In the hum of nature and the dance of skies so grand,
    Echoes the profound mission, of PIBO's ever-watchful band.
3 comments

It reads like a someone tried to commit poetry by rhyming dot points in a list. Except they got a discount bulk-rate on purchasing commas at the grammar store so they stitched it all together with 50 of them and called it done :P

Plus like allmost all of its output, it appears to have the amount of profundity, aesthetic pleasure, insight and interest usually found in corporate boardrooms and marketing brochures. That is to say, vanilla dross.

It's still doggerel. The rhymes are forced and the syntax stilted. The praise is vapid and lacks any sort of insight.

It reads like a college fight song. I'm good with replacing college fight song writers with a computer.

Are you familiar with the level of writing on display in TV and movies? A lot of writing isn't exactly what high art.
good gracious. I think this poem might be worse than the original.

Indirection, subtlety, and allusion are absolutely critical elements in poetry - maybe even fundamental.

There is not a hint of that in this autocompleted piece of dreck. It's more blatant than the terrible evangelical preaching-"poems" I used to see forwarded on AOL in my teens.