The Mystery of Coffee
Michael Gurley In the morning's gentle glow, I seek my friend, A cup of joe, faithful to the end.
AI
Words We Don’t Say
I asked AI about the Words we should never use. It replied in poetry form. I’ve cleaned it up a…
How Much Do You Weigh???
Each step a struggle, every breath, A journey through the vale of death. The weight it presses never wanes, Like…
A Lazy Approach
This morning, I am tempted to let AI think for me. I could throw it a word, provide some instructions,…
Taking Life For Granted
We tread the path with careless strides, Ignoring beauty by our side. The gifts we hold, both small and grand,…
To Each His/Her Own
My question to AI about the thought: “To Each His Own” encapsulates the profound notion that individuals possess unique perspectives,…
Spring Has Sprung
This morning, I pledge to enjoy the spring. I’ve got trees to plant, a yard that needs refreshed while the…
The First Monday of Fall
The First Monday of Fall: How will we treat this next season when we let AI create for us? Vow…
How Long?
How Long? Like the question, "Are we there yet?" we may not know until the last moment of time the…
The Purpose of Snow
The Purpose of Snow: Snowflakes fall from the sky Like tiny stars that shine and die They cover the earth…