Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
UFOs and OCR: How can AI refine and digest vintage content?
How can ChatGPT clean up and riff off of a PDF with Optical Character Recognition (OCR)? OCR makes textual content within scans of archival documents accessible, but with the discoloration and complicated fonts often found with these materials OCR is not always accurate. How can ChatGPT streamline the process of accesing retro articles?
Anything New in Here?
Can somebody please explain Why when we see what the fridge contains We close it and sigh Wait a minute or five Then open it up again?Loryne Andawey
Your nomenclature is lame
Right there in the medical compendium Says old docs called a pussy “pudendum” But why choose a name Whose root-word is “shame,”Morgana Miller
Silly dances, funny faces, invisible bees chasing us down a street tripping over feet, running into spiderwebs, listening to songs on repeatThe Invisible Writer
A Kumquat in the Rain
There once was a man from Maine who got it stuck in his brain that his teeth would rot if he ate a kumquat on a Tuesday in the rain.
The Cyan of a Ulysses Butterfly
I could never Figure out if Your eyes were The cyan of A Ulysses butterfly Or the cerulean Of forget-me-nots // I never knew if youPoppy the Poet
Come Back Home
Cages don’t make people better Or sending love only in letters, Too many locks And friends in a box, For sins that no one can measure…Alexis Dean Jr.
Color of the Soul
Here I stand in front of the mirror, two of me. One inside the shiny glass, one outside. Living in the margins of a world gone crazy.Susana's World
There was a young lady from Dallas. She went by the name of Alice. Sinister voice and mean, unlike a royal queen. Yet, she wound up in a palace.Babs IversonPublished 19 days ago in Poets
Lace and Satin
There once was a gal from Manhattan Whose skivvies were all lace and satin She thought she was "it" Till her underwear splitCathy holmesPublished 18 days ago in Poets
Coffee goes right to my brain It makes me kind of insane We musn’t be lazy Drink this n’ go crazy Hey, at least it’s not cocaineLeslie WritesPublished 20 days ago in Poets
This is for the latest Vocal challenge that you can read about below. The limerick only clocks in at thirty-one words, but I hope it brings a smile to your face, but I would forego that if Vocal give me the two grand.Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 21 days ago in Poets