Tri Budhi Sastrio
This poem is nonsense and meaningless.
Starting from the very beginning up to the less
Only talk about words of frameless and aimless
Nonetheless the flawless is not only in topless
But also in listless, in spotless, and in homeless.
Look at these words my dear! Look at these!
Treeless and cheerless, eyeless and tearless.
No tree no cheer; no eye no tear!
That's what I mean, that's what I mean my dear.
A lot of words are nonsense and meaningless
They are senseless, heartless, and mindless.
Unfortunately, a lot of men are also nonsense and meaningless
They are senseless, they are heartless, they are mindless!
Walking in the shadow moonless night,
Dreaming on the pillow of sleepless bright,
Insulting the humanity of classless right,
And then killing like a heartless krait.
Oh, offsprings of Juno, progenies of Jove!
Why do you give the dope forgetting the hope?
(tbs-kas/sda2004-R13122024)
    Giving the title of this poem to the AI Poem Generator, then the following emerges:
In nonsense, we find a twisted grace
A meaninglessness that fills the space
With whispers of a distant truth
That only the mind can prove
In words that dance and dizzy spin
We find a world that's lost within
A realm where sense is cast aside
And nothing's left but emptiness and pride
The nonsensical, a world untamed
Where language twists and meaning's claimed
By those who seek to break the mold
And find the beauty in the fold
In nonsense, we find a freedom rare
A release from sense and weight and care
A space to dream and wander wide
Where meaning's lost, but beauty resides
    Then when the words such as 'moonless, heartless, sleepless, classless, Juno, Jove' are added, the following poem emerges as the result.
In a world of nonsense and meaninglessness,
Where moonless skies and heartlessness prevail,
Sleepless nights and classless days bring no peace,
Juno and Jove, a tale of endless wail.
Their hearts, once full of hope and light,
Now empty, hollow, and out of sight,
Their dreams, once full of color and grace,
Now dull and faded, without a trace.
Their souls, once pure and full of fire,
Now dim and tired, with no desire,
Their lives, once full of joy and glee,
Now dull and gray, a misery.
Their hearts, once beating with love and cheer,
Now still and cold, with no fear,
Their lives, once full of laughter and song,
Now silent, with no hope, all wrong.
But still, they dream of hope and light,
Of love and joy, a brighter sight,
A world where nonsense and meaninglessness fade,
And Juno and Jove find their heart's shade.
So let us dream, and let us hope,
For in our dreams, a brighter scope,
A world where nonsense and
meaninglessness cease,
And Juno and Jove find their heart's release.
     The readers what do you think?
