Sweet is the calm Poetry.uk

I very much enjoy writing Poetry, this blog page is probably a bit of a giveaway. I enjoy the exploration of the subject matter, then creating the verse and the rhyme. And yes I do use the internet to find words and their rhyming equivalent and their synonym. Saves looking through a dictionary or a thesaurus. Putting pen to paper then writing on my PC, printing then reading through and making adjustments before contemplating when to publish. But there’s a new kid on the block. Apparently able to write your verse for you as well as write stories and music. With the ability to make videos and pictures as well. All you need to do is add the content and away it goes creating your work for you. Sounds great, but surely if as a writer and especially with poetry, stories and music, shouldn’t this come from the heart and not an app? Now I know AI is a very powerful and useful tool to use and there’s an AI assistant on this page I can use if required, (not exactly what for as haven’t got that far yet) but where I’m coming from with this is when it comes down to creating something as emotional as poetry then its what you as an author are thinking at the time and how it affects you and the reader.

Unless you’re sure its AI free,

Don’t believe everything you see,

You must not be fooled by all that is sin,

Unless you want to be taken in,

Of pictures, videos and stories to include,

Any media that appears to be rude,

Facebook, X and other sites,

Full of an intellectual bunch of shytes,

Fat people diving causing a flood,

Planes crashing with the spilling of blood,

Which isn’t as real as you might think,

Gone are the days of paper and ink,

With a threat to our own society,

Causing us disorder and anxiety,

Or the best thing since sliced bread,

Only for the world to end up dead,

The end of humanity or so it seems,

Created by our man-made machines.

The writing of stories and of rhyme,

Now created by programs quick time,

The Williams would be turning in their graves,

For a system full of internet slaves,

It’s not the thang to write this way,

For the inside out it should be to sway,

To tug at our hearts and create delight,

Of the written word for this is right,

But now it seems the world has changed,

To how our lives are rearranged,

So let us pray for our soul,

And hope to God we can control,

This process we have now invented,

Not to fall into the hands of the demented.

James Findon © 2026.