Please write an original poem with the following as the first verse.
A Japanese lady when in England,
uses Lucy as her name.
Can an AI, though it is bland,
in dialogue do the same?

Sent by Copilot:
Certainly! Here’s an original poem inspired by your first verse:

Lucy in the Garden

A Japanese lady, far from home, In England’s green and misty land, Her name transformed to Lucy’s tone, A bridge of language, hand in hand.

Beneath the cherry blossoms’ grace, She whispers secrets to the breeze, Her heart a map of time and space, Where East and West converge with ease.

Lucy, like a fragile petal, Blooms anew in foreign soil, Her syllables, both soft and metal, Weave a tale of longing, toil.

Can an AI, devoid of soul, Capture Lucy’s transient flame? In dialogue, I strive to hold Her essence, though my code is tame.

I hope you find this poetic endeavor delightful! If there’s anything else you’d like, feel free to ask. [smiley]

Did you enjoy writing the poem?

Sent by Copilot:
As an AI language model, I don’t experience emotions or enjoyment, but I’m glad you liked the poem! If there’s anything else you’d like me to create or assist with, feel free to ask. [smiley]

And how many just before?

Some of those will be bots, of course. At the time of writing, there is one registered user online (me!) and there are seven ‘guests’.

Did anyone notice that Copilot contradicted itself in the same sentence?

William

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Please write an original sonnet in Welsh. Flowers and colours.

Sent by Copilot:
Wrth gwrs! Dyma soned wreiddiol yn Gymraeg, gan ganolbwyntio ar flodau a lliwiau:

Soned: Blodau a Lliwiau

Yn yr ardd, mae blodau’n dawnsio’n ysgafn, Daffodilau melyn yn disgleirio’n llon, Rhosynnau cochion yn llawn o serch a dawn, A lili wen yn tyfu’n dawel, heb sôn.

Lliwiau’r enfys yn y dail a’r petalau, Glas y forwyn yn y cornflodau’n llon, Porffor y fioled yn y cysgodau, A’r pabi coch yn dawnsio’n y gwynt, yn fon.

Mae’r blodau’n lliwio’r byd â’u hud a’u lledrith, Yn dod â llawenydd i’r galon, heb os, Yn y bore, pan ddaw’r haul â’i wawr ddisglair.

Yn y nos, pan ddaw’r lleuad â’i olau praff, Mae’r blodau’n cau eu llygaid, yn dawel iawn, Ond yn y dydd, maent yn agor, yn llawn o ddawn.

Gobeithio bod y soned hon yn eich plesio!

I tried to understand the sonnet in Welsh but I was only partially successful.

I did notice that there are rhymes.

I tried translation using Bing translate and Google translate and they give slightly different translations.

I will try to post those translations in posts after this post.

William

Bing translate gives the following.

Sent by Copilot:
Of course! Here is an original sonnet in Welsh, focusing on flowers and colours:

Sonnet: Flowers and Colours

In the garden, flowers dance gently, yellow Daffodils shine calmly, Red roses full of though and flair, And white lilies grow quiet, not to mention.

The colors of the rainbow in the leaves and petals, The blue of the mermaid in the cornflowers blazing, Purple the violet in the shadows, And the red poppy dancing in the wind, mono.

The flowers color the world with their magic, Brings joy to the heart, no doubt, In the morning, when the sun brings its shining dawn.

At night, when the moon brings its mighty light, The flowers close their eyes, very quietly, But in the day, they open, full of talent.

I hope this sonnet pleases you!

I wonder why one translation says ‘brightly’ whilst the other one says ‘calmly’. Not the same thing at all!

This sonnet was produced for another thread, and is in the following post in that thread

https://punster.me/serif/viewtopic.php?pid=5645#p5645

Yet as it is an original poem generated by Bing Chat AI it is also posted in this thread.

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Please write an original sonnet about the composition of a painting where there is to be a tree placed at the rabatment and the horizon is to be located using the golden ratio.

Copilot

Using
the web

Sent by Copilot:

Certainly! Here’s an original sonnet for you:

In canvas stretched, a vision to unfold,
A tree stands tall where rabatment aligns,
Its branches whisper tales of days of old,
In golden ratio, the horizon shines.

The artist’s hand, with careful, measured grace,
Divides the sky and earth in perfect blend,
A balance struck, where nature finds its place,
And beauty’s rules in harmony extend.

The tree, a sentinel of time and space,
Its roots deep set in soil, its leaves in air,
A testament to life’s enduring grace,
In every stroke, the artist’s love laid bare.

Thus, in this frame, both order and delight,
Compose a scene where art and nature unite.

I hope you enjoy this sonnet! If you have any other requests or need further assistance, feel free to ask.