The AI Poetry Challenge
Patience Worth
February 15, 1883 – December 2, 1937).
This purported relationship produced several novels, poetry, and prose, which Pearl Curran claimed were delivered to her through channelling the spirit of Patience Worth. When it was all done, 4 million words were channeled.
Patience Worth was given many challenges by those who tested her. One was a challenge to write a 25-line poem using each letter (except X) to start each new line. She did it without hesitation.
It was said that the modern AI engines could do it, so I put the challenge to Grok. I asked it to give me a 26-line poem, one line for each letter. The subject of the poem should be the state of America. I requested that it be written in the English of the King James Bible. It accomplished the task in seconds.
Alas, in this land of promise, division doth reign supreme, Besetting the people with woes from sea to shining sea. Cries of the hungry rise, as aid is withheld by decree, Darkening the halls where once justice flowed free. Even the borders tremble with fears of the stranger's tide, For executive edicts brand them as foes to chide. Government shutdowns linger, the longest in thy history's scroll, Heralding chaos where unity once made thee whole. Immigration storms brew, with walls of decree raised high, Jeopardizing the dreams of those who seeketh the sky. Kingdoms abroad feel thy wrath, with fleets off Venezuela's shore, Lashing at cartels in lands where thy swords now explore. Multitudes divided by wealth, the rich in optimism bask, Whilst the poor lament premiums that skyward doth amass. Nations allied whisper of thy reckless peacemaker's hand, Opposing the strikes that cross borders without command. Pangs of sabotage afflict the healers' noble art, Quelling the care that once mended the broken heart. Rubio standeth as steward of state, in councils of might, Steering the ship through tempests of day and of night. Trump's return heraldeth orders that bindeth the realm, Unleashing reforms that shake the republic's helm. Verily, the shutdown's shadow doth eclipse the light, Woe unto the afflicted, in this unending night. Xenophobia whispereth in edicts against the alien kin, Yet hope endureth faintly, that peace may begin. Zion of freedom, awaken from thy troubled dream.
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