The Pipe Smoker Smokes

[telescopes]

The Pipe Smoker

Too many there are
Who they that buh dattle,
Not I who is me,
But he that is she
And they that is them.

Like Landi’s whose house
Is now lost and forgotten,
It neither turns up here
Nor turns down their;
It is like Ze and Zer wife,
It never will be found.

But the pipe smoker puffs
He knows not the nettle,
Just knows that he is
And knows not to meddle.

He neither inquires
Nor does he require,
The niff nor the nuff
Of one or the entire:

He breaths with his breath
His pipe held at rest,
He watches the world
Pass ditterly, dotterly
Dumpled, de dest.

And so it must be
For so is it is,
The pipe in his palm
His clench on its bit,
The pipe smoker smokes
Ever content
Despite the mush that the masses
Preach for what passes
The laws and the lashes:
The dottle and ashes
Perfumed with passion
Light up the pillaring air
With jest and jeer.

The pipe smoker knows
That all those who pass
Whether first
Or last,
Will never control
What they do not sow.

For he that is him,
I that is me
Happily smokes
What it is that he be.

 

[cosmicfolklore]

I Smoked a Pipe

I was setting on a rock in the hot sun
I smoked a pipe and the pipe won
I needed money 'cause I had none
I smoked a pipe and the pipe won

smoke all my tobacco and it felt so sad
set watching my money burn
t'was the best tobacco I ever had
I smoked a pipe and the pipe won
I smoked a pipe and the pipe won

 

[sablebrush52]

The Pipe Smoker

Too many there are
Who they that buh dattle,
Not I who is me,
But he that is she
And they that is them.

Like Landi’s whose house
Is now lost and forgotten,
It neither turns up here
Nor turns down their;
It is like Ze and Zer wife,
It never will be found.

But the pipe smoker puffs
He knows not the nettle,
Just knows that he is
And knows not to meddle.

He neither inquires
Nor does he require,
The niff nor the nuff
Of one or the entire:

He breaths with his breath
His pipe held at rest,
He watches the world
Pass ditterly, dotterly
Dumpled, de dest.

And so it must be
For so is it is,
The pipe in his palm
His clench on its bit,
The pipe smoker smokes
Ever content
Despite the mush that the masses
Preach for what passes
The laws and the lashes:
The dottle and ashes
Perfumed with passion
Light up the pillaring air
With jest and jeer.

The pipe smoker knows
That all those who pass
Whether first
Or last,
Will never control
What they do not sow.

For he that is him,
I that is me
Happily smokes
What it is that he be.

OK, what wiseass got the AI stoned?

 

[telescopes]

OK, what wiseass got the AI stoned?

LoL.

 

[telescopes]

Here is what Open AI Wrote


Title: A Delicate Reflection on The Pipe Smoker: A Critical Literary Review

Introduction: "The Pipe Smoker" is a poem that delves into the contemplative world of an individual who finds solace and contentment in the act of smoking a pipe. Through its concise verses and distinctive imagery, the poem invites readers to reflect upon the themes of self-identity, detachment, and personal autonomy. In this critical literary review, we will explore the strengths and weaknesses of the poem, considering its structure, language, and underlying message.

Structure and Imagery: The poem is composed of four stanzas, each containing distinct thoughts and observations. The structure contributes to the poem's rhythm and reinforces the narrator's sense of clarity and purpose. The vivid imagery employed throughout the poem, such as Landi's lost house and the pipe held at rest, paints a picture in the reader's mind and enhances the overall atmosphere of contemplation and detachment.

Strengths: One of the poem's strengths lies in its ability to capture the essence of the pipe smoker's mindset. The persona of the pipe smoker is depicted as someone who is unburdened by societal pressures and expectations. The repetition of phrases like "he knows not" and "he neither" highlights the pipe smoker's detachment from the opinions and judgments of others. This portrayal of an individual who finds contentment within themselves offers an intriguing exploration of personal autonomy and individuality.

Moreover, the poem's use of rhyming and rhythmic patterns creates a pleasing musicality. Lines like "Pass ditterly, dotterly / Dumpled, de dest" add a whimsical quality to the poem, capturing the leisurely nature of the pipe smoker's existence. The contrast between the chaotic world outside and the serene demeanor of the pipe smoker reinforces the central theme of inner peace amidst external turmoil.

Weaknesses: While the poem succeeds in creating a unique atmosphere and presenting an intriguing perspective, some aspects could benefit from further development. The poem employs a distinct language style characterized by inventive wordplay and unconventional grammar. While this stylistic choice adds a certain charm, it may also make the poem less accessible to a wider audience. The deliberate use of obscure phrases and pronouns like "buh dattle," "Ze and Zer," and "niff nor the nuff" can make it challenging for readers to fully grasp the intended meaning.

Additionally, the poem's message might appear overly simplistic to some readers. While the pipe smoker represents an individual who remains unaffected by external influences, the poem does not delve deeply into the complexities of human existence. A more nuanced exploration of the themes presented, such as the interplay between personal autonomy and social dynamics, could enhance the poem's overall depth.

Conclusion: "The Pipe Smoker" offers a thought-provoking glimpse into the mind of an individual who finds contentment in detachment and self-assuredness. The poem's structure and vivid imagery contribute to its overall impact, creating an atmosphere that immerses the reader in the pipe smoker's world. While the poem's unconventional language and simplistic message might limit its accessibility and depth, it still manages to spark contemplation about personal autonomy and the pursuit of inner peace. With its unique style and intriguing subject matter, "The Pipe Smoker" is a poem that invites readers to reflect on their own relationship with societal expectations and personal contentment.

 

[HawkeyeLinus]

There once was a man called Piper,
Whose Latakia tasted like a diaper.
He fouled up the air with little a care,
But was said his armpit was riper.

 

[cosmicfolklore]

Oh, I didn't use AI to write mine. I did it the old fashioned way, like Ed Sheeran... I used someone else's song.

 

[telescopes]

Oh, I didn't use AI to write mine. I did it the old fashioned way, like Ed Sheeran... I used someone else's song.

Ha ha. I wrote my own. AI critiqued it. I found myself pretty much agreeing with the AI, LOL.

 

[telescopes]

I asked the AI to review some of this forum and write a poem for @cosmicfolklore . I shit you not, this is what it wrote:


In Birmingham, there lived a man
A pipe smoker, misunderstood by many a clan
His love for tobacco and crafting, met with disdain
As he worked hard, day and night, to create his chain
He made jewelry, with care and precision
Wearing ties, with a flair and a vision
His meals, prepared like a chef's creation
But the world viewed him, with a deep-seated hesitation
For he carried a persecution complex
Thinking the world viewed him as vexed
A victim of a society that failed to see
His talents and skills, that he wished to be
But he carried on, with his head held high

Making jewelry that could make you sigh
Smoking his pipe, with a sense of calm
A misunderstood man, living life in its fullest charm
Oh, William Wordsworth, if you were here
You would see his art, without any fear
The pipe smoker, with a heart full of gold
Creating beauty, that will never grow old.

 

[pappymac]

OK, what wiseass got the AI stoned?

AI is the acronym for "artificial intelligence".

Artificial by definition means not real.

Therefore AI (artificial intelligence) is Not Real Intelligence.

 

[sablebrush52]

AI is the acronym for "artificial intelligence".

Artificial by definition means not real.

Therefore AI (artificial intelligence) is Not Real Intelligence.

Yeah, but it's the closest thing we have to real intelligence these days.

 

[monty55]

I asked the AI to review some of this forum and write a poem for @cosmicfolklore . I shit you not, this is what it wrote:


In Birmingham, there lived a man
A pipe smoker, misunderstood by many a clan
His love for tobacco and crafting, met with disdain
As he worked hard, day and night, to create his chain
He made jewelry, with care and precision
Wearing ties, with a flair and a vision
His meals, prepared like a chef's creation
But the world viewed him, with a deep-seated hesitation
For he carried a persecution complex
Thinking the world viewed him as vexed
A victim of a society that failed to see
His talents and skills, that he wished to be
But he carried on, with his head held high

Making jewelry that could make you sigh
Smoking his pipe, with a sense of calm
A misunderstood man, living life in its fullest charm
Oh, William Wordsworth, if you were here
You would see his art, without any fear
The pipe smoker, with a heart full of gold
Creating beauty, that will never grow old.

Holy cow, that's pretty amazing.

Maybe we should all have an AI fill in for us here. Then every thread and every post will be perfect, and we don't even have to log in!

 

[HawkeyeLinus]

Holy cow, that's pretty amazing.

Maybe we should all have an AI fill in for us here. Then every thread and every post will be perfect, and we don't even have to log in!

I think I heard, "Monty, I don't know why you are doing this to me."

It's all fun and deadly games and then Hal starts singing about a bicycle!

 

[PipeIT]

AND, I want some of whatever that is he’s smoking in that pipe! LOL

J/K nice poem!