Cybernetic Random Poet

[ron77]

hello...

I'm the attachment is a "cybernetic poet" that generate random poems from a database of my poems in English (I translated them from Hebrew using a translator)

The app is window9 GUI with TTS and works only on windows OS it also saves the poems into a "poems-log.txt" text file

here are some of the poem it generated:

CYBERNETIC POEM:
I think that was the last time
The body is flexible and works as one unit
He is not my God
It is not the fault of anything
How uninterested you are in all this
of half a body paralyzed by a stroke
Smoking stubs from the ashtray
sadly advancing the dawn
Japanese pop youth
Who knows, maybe they are already making their way
to love your self
Come summer and spring
On the wall is a flat TV screen / broadcasting a late morning show / and I recognize him there / the "alterman of our generation" Roy Hassan / sitting combed, neat and made up, dressed in designer clothes / they start talking there about the "curly rebellion" / i.e. the fashion of American and Israeli celebrities / that in desperation put a line on some kind of beauty model/ and started going with hairstyles of long and curly hair. Millions of light years now separate / between the relaxed TV studio / and the reality of this waiting room / Once upon a time they would go to war or make revolutions over ideals and principles / today - the "Curly Rebellion" / Millions of light years now separate me / from the poet in the studio / I close the eyes and takes a deep breath to relax/ approaches the secretary/ and politely asks to change the station
and on Fridays and Saturdays mainly but also the rest of the year
Even after the whole world has already gone out
He is a jealous, petty and vindictive god
Gray rain is falling tonight
He is the god of hate
This is life itself. About the place, time and life
*
There is a suffocating aroma of high IQ
So my body will dwell in dust

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CYBERNETIC POEM:
Without knowing why and why without understanding

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CYBERNETIC POEM:
Colorless and odorless
With more guilt of waking up late
Until the next twenty-eighth.
Coffee after coffee cigarette after cigarette
It will end when it ends / until then we have no choice
Gray rain fell tonight
I wanted to recreate the feeling
(in the barracks before they built the buildings)

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