🎄✨ Unleash Your Inner Poet in the ChatGPT Christmas Poetry Competition! 📝🎅
🌟 ‘Tis the season to rhyme and jingle all the way! 🌟
🗓️ Competition Dates:
🎁 Opens: December 1, 2023
🎄 Closes: December 15, 2023
📣 How to Enter:
Compose your festive verses using Chat GPT and submit them via comments to this counterculture post below. Let the holiday spirit flow through your words!
🏆 Judging Criteria:
🌟 Originality – Wow us with your unique creativity!
📏 Structure – Craft your verses with precision and flair.
🎄 Relevance to Christmas Themes and the 150th Anniversary of UC- Capture the magic of the season!
🎶 Possibility of a Four-Chord Pop Song – Could your poem be the next holiday hit?
📜 Competition Rules:
📝 Unlimited Entries – Let your imagination run wild!
🍫 Prize: The undying jealousy of all other library staff and, of course, maybe some chocolate. 🍫
🌈 Why Participate?
✨ Showcase your poetic prowess
🎉 Join the festive fun
🤩 Claim the envy of your colleagues
🍫 Snag a chance at delicious chocolate treats
🎅 Get ready to sleigh the competition and spread the cheer! 🎁📜✨
To see last years entries and winners see this link: https://blogs.canterbury.ac.nz/counterculture/2022/12/09/ai-christmas-poem-competition/
(This post was written mostly by Chat GPT – edited slightly by Dale)
In the heart of Canterbury, where the snowflakes gently fall,
A tale of tradition, weaves through the 150 years’ thrall.
With mortarboards and carols, the campus adorned,
A festive celebration, in red and white adorned.
Underneath the mistletoe, where memories take flight,
The University stands proud, a beacon shining bright.
One hundred fifty years, a journey through knowledge’s gate,
A legacy of learning, shaping minds, creating fate.
Amidst the yuletide glow, a Quiz Trophy on display,
LAC reigns supreme, their prowess on full display.
In the hallowed halls, where intellects engage,
They triumph in wisdom, on the scholarly stage.
Beneath the Christmas tree, with tinsel and with cheer,
Echoes of carolers, singing loud and clear.
A festive ode to wisdom, to the pursuit of grace,
In the corridors of learning, where scholars find their place.
As midnight chimes and stars in the night align,
The spirit of Christmas, in each heart, will shine.
In the 150th year’s embrace, Canterbury’s legacy strong,
A celebration of knowledge, an everlasting song.
In the land where the Southern Cross gleams,
A tale of tradition, as bright as it seems.
Canterbury’s halls, steeped in history,
A melody of knowledge, a university’s symphony.
One hundred and fifty years, a noble span,
The University of Canterbury, where dreams began.
Nestled ‘neath the Southern Alps’ embrace,
A celebration of learning, in every space.
On this Christmas morn, a special blend,
Of Yuletide joy and academic trend.
Bells ringing in both festive and learned glee,
A union of Christmas and UC’s legacy.
In lecture halls adorned with wreaths so fine,
Echoes of carols and thoughts entwine.
The red and black adorned with festive sheen,
A dual celebration, both bright and keen.
Professors and students, a united song,
In the heart of Christchurch, where they belong.
Underneath the Pōhutukawa’s red bloom,
Christmas cheer and knowledge loom.
150 years of wisdom, a noble feat,
A celebration that none can beat.
The halls whisper tales of trials and grace,
As Christmas magic embraces this place.
In the quad, beneath the Southern Star,
The University of Canterbury stands afar.
150 years strong, like a timeless rhyme,
A Christmas wish for a university prime.
So, let carols blend with scholarly voice,
As Canterbury’s spirit, all hearts rejoice.
Merry Christmas and happy anniversary too,
To UC’s legacy, both old and new!
Beneath the Southern Cross’s gentle glow,
A Christmas tale begins to grow.
In Canterbury’s embrace, a century and a half,
The university’s wisdom, a scholarly hearth.
LAC, with Quiz Trophy held with pride,
In the academic realms, their skills abide.
150 years of knowledge’s sweet blend,
A legacy enduring, where intellects ascend.
On the library’s second floor, a tank so clear,
Swim Shady, the fish, a festive frontier.
In waters cool, where knowledge flows,
A quirky twist where intellect grows.
Carols sung with a Kiwi flair,
In the Southern breeze, a yuletide air.
Canterbury’s anniversary, a jubilant song,
Resounds through hills and valleys strong.
Amid Pohutukawa blooms, red and bright,
Christmas in the South, a pure delight.
In verses sung with joy and grace,
A Southern Hemisphere Christmas, a warm embrace
A more Dickensian take:
Beneath the gloom of a Southern Cross’s faint flicker,
A Christmas tale stumbles, gloom getting thicker.
In Canterbury’s grasp, a tedious 150-year-old snare,
The university’s wisdom, a dim scholarly glare.
LTR, clutching at a Quiz Trophy with despair,
In the academic abyss, their skills threadbare.
150 years of knowledge, a dubious brew,
A legacy of endurance, where trust is askew.
On the library’s second floor, a tank so bleak,
Swim Shady, the fish, in a holiday creek.
In chilly waters, where knowledge barely trickles,
A quirky twist, where intellect only tickles.
Carols sung with a Kiwi’s dreary tone,
In the Southern breeze, a yuletide moan.
Canterbury’s anniversary, a mournful song,
Resounds through desolate hills and valleys, so wrong.
Midst Pohutukawa blooms, now dreary and dim,
Christmas in the South, a melancholy whim.
Yet, in this dismal season, a magic slight,
A cynical sparkle, like stars on a forlorn night.
In verses mumbled with apathy and strife,
A Southern Hemisphere Christmas, a trustless life.
Who will be judging the entries?
Chat GPT will be judging the competition according to those criteria above 🙂
Isn’t that a conflict of interests if Chat GPT is assessing its own work?
Since ALL the work is it’s own work – the conflict is equitably spread across each entry – no need to worry abuot one person being juged harsher than another 🙂
(Also I am lazy)
‘Twas eerie in the snowfield,
And shadows danced on the wall;
All silent were the mistletoe,
And the tinsel cast a haunting sprawl.
“Beware the Krampus, my child!
The claws that snatch, the bells that toll!
Beware the icy specter, and shun
The ghostly hands that cajole!”
He took his candle in hand:
Long time the flickering flame he sought—
So lingered he by the Christmas tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in shivery silence he stood,
The Krampus, with eyes of ember,
Came creeping through the winter wood,
And left coal for each December.
“And hast thou felt the Christmas fright?
Come to my lair, my chilling joy!
O haunting night! Callooh! Callay!”
He whispered in the frosty coy.
‘Twas eerie in the snowfield,
And shadows danced on the wall;
All silent were the mistletoe,
And the tinsel cast a haunting sprawl.
At Canterbury, ‘Horizon’ said adieu,
Replaced by ‘FOLIO,’ a festive debut.
No more glitches, just holiday glee,
In the library, as joyful as can be.
Christmas cheer in each virtual view!
“I’ve got Sunburnt and Now I’m Thirsty” – A Reflection on the 150th.
Beneath the Southern Cross, where seas do roar,
The Pohutukawa blooms on distant shore.
Its crimson flowers, a festive display,
As waves and wind dance in the sun’s warm ray.
In academic halls, where knowledge flows,
A jubilee unfolds, its story grows.
One fifty years, a legacy profound,
Institutions stand on scholarly ground.
With tomes of wisdom, minds enlightened soar,
Like Pohutukawa on the ocean’s floor.
A celebration, marked in scholarly cheer,
A toast with cold beer, joyous and clear.
The amber nectar, chilled and full of grace,
Reflects the journey, honors the embrace.
Of learning’s path, where minds and hearts entwine,
150 years, a jubilant sign.
So let us raise our glasses high and true,
To Pohutukawa, alma mater too.
In academic jubilee, we find,
A blend of wisdom, like aged wine.
IT’S ABOUT TEAMWORK! A Sea Shanty.
(Verse 1)
Come gather ’round, ye hearty Kiwi crew,
In Aotearoa, where traditions brew.
It’s Christmas time with sun so bright,
In the Southern Hemisphere, a festive sight.
(Chorus)
Hoist the sail and raise a cheer,
For Christmas in Kiwi lands, we hold so dear.
Crate day, sunburns, and history grand,
University of Canterbury, 150 years stand.
(Verse 2)
With jandals on and barbies fired,
A summer feast, our hearts inspired.
The Pohutukawa blooms in red array,
As we celebrate in a Kiwi way.
(Chorus)
Hoist the sail and raise a cheer,
For Christmas in Kiwi lands, we hold so dear.
Crate day, sunburns, and history grand,
University of Canterbury, 150 years stand.
(Verse 3)
On Crate Day, we gather ’round the crate,
A Kiwi tradition, oh, it’s first-rate.
With mates and brews, the laughter’s loud,
Under the sun, in this festive crowd.
(Chorus)
Hoist the sail and raise a cheer,
For Christmas in Kiwi lands, we hold so dear.
Crate day, sunburns, and history grand,
University of Canterbury, 150 years stand.
(Verse 4)
Now Canterbury’s halls have stood the test,
A century and a half, we’re truly blessed.
With knowledge flowing like a southern tide,
In the pursuit of wisdom, side by side.
(Chorus)
Hoist the sail and raise a cheer,
For Christmas in Kiwi lands, we hold so dear.
Crate day, sunburns, and history grand,
University of Canterbury, 150 years stand.
(Verse 5)
But in the sun, beware the burn,
As we gather ‘neath the Pohutukawa’s turn.
With sunscreen in hand and hats on head,
We celebrate the season, not seeing red.
(Chorus)
Hoist the sail and raise a cheer,
For Christmas in Kiwi lands, we hold so dear.
Crate day, sunburns, and history grand,
University of Canterbury, 150 years stand.
(Outro)
So here’s to Aotearoa, the land so fair,
With Christmas traditions, beyond compare.
In sun and sea, in jubilee,
We celebrate our Kiwi glee.
*Punk Rock Christmas*
(Verse 1)
In the heart of chaos, where the snow meets the street,
A university rebels, drums pounding to the beat.
150 years of anarchy, no room for the meek,
It’s Christmas in the pit, where the moshers freak.
(Pre-Chorus)
Professors with spiked hair, students don’t care,
Lectures are a riot, in the cold winter air.
No silent night, just a rebel yell,
In this punk rock haven, where we all rebel.
(Chorus)
Hey, it’s a punk rock Christmas at the anarchy uni,
150 years of chaos, no place for conformity.
Smashing rules, tearing through,
In this wild school,
It’s a punk rock Christmas, a badass Yule.
(Verse 2)
Lecture halls echoing with the clash of the chord,
Anarchy textbooks, defiance stored.
Rejecting the norm, causing a storm,
In this punk rock kingdom, we’re reborn.
(Pre-Chorus)
Professors with spiked hair, students don’t care,
Lectures are a riot, in the cold winter air.
No silent night, just a rebel yell,
In this punk rock haven, where we all rebel.
(Chorus)
Hey, it’s a punk rock Christmas at the anarchy uni,
150 years of chaos, no place for conformity.
Smashing rules, tearing through,
In this wild school,
It’s a punk rock Christmas, a badass Yule.
(Bridge)
Christmas trees with graffiti tags,
Caroling with spray cans, waving punk rock flags.
No silent night, just chaos and glee,
In this anarchy, we set our spirits free.
(Guitar Solo)
(Verse 3)
Snowball fights, chaos takes flight,
In the quad, we ignite.
150 years of punk rock pride,
In this university, anarchy will abide.
(Pre-Chorus)
Professors with spiked hair, students don’t care,
Lectures are a riot, in the cold winter air.
No silent night, just a rebel yell,
In this punk rock haven, where we all rebel.
(Chorus)
Hey, it’s a punk rock Christmas at the anarchy uni,
150 years of chaos, no place for conformity.
Smashing rules, tearing through,
In this wild school,
It’s a punk rock Christmas, a badass Yule.
(Outro)
So here’s to 150 years of defiance,
In this punk rock haven, with no compliance.
Merry Christmas, you rebellious crew,
In this anarchy, we’ll see it through!
In the heart of Christchurch, where the Avon river gently flows,
A festive spirit at Canterbury, where history gladly stows.
It’s the 150th year, students gather near and far,
Underneath the Southern Cross, beneath each twinkling star.
(Chorus)
In the Central Library, beneath the moonlight,
Where the makerspace hums and dreams take flight.
Flags of knowledge, digitisation’s grace,
Christmas at Canterbury, a scholarly embrace.
(Verse 2)
Through the hallowed halls of MB Library’s lore,
Echoes of discovery, tales to explore.
In the quiet corners where students find repose,
Christmas whispers softly, as the Yule log glows.
(Chorus)
In the makerspace magic, where ideas unfold,
A tapestry of innovation, a story to be told.
Flags of diversity, flying high and free,
In the Canterbury spirit, we find unity.
(Bridge)
Through the corridors of history, where the past and present meet,
Digitisation’s magic, making memories sweet.
A blend of old and new, in this festive year,
At Canterbury, joy and knowledge cheer.
(Verse 3)
In the shadow of the EPS, where the Christchurch winds may blow,
Students gather ’round, faces all aglow.
Underneath the Southern Cross, a timeless sight,
A Christmas celebration, bathed in gentle light.
(Chorus)
In the Central Library, where pages turn with glee,
Makerspace dreams and a digitised decree.
Flags of friendship flutter, in the Canterbury air,
A 150th Christmas, beyond compare.
(Verse 1)
In the heart of Canterbury, where the river winds its flow,
A student’s tale on Christmas Eve, where the library’s secrets grow.
150 years of wisdom, in the hallowed halls,
But tonight it’s time for revelry, as the Yule log calls.
(Pre-Chorus)
Among the ancient books, where the stories intertwine,
A student’s throwing a party, in the library’s grand design.
The shelves become their dance floor, the books their DJ,
A Christmas bash in Canterbury, in a wild, rocking display.
(Chorus)
Party in the library, on Christmas Eve,
In the 150th year, where the spirits weave.
Books and beats collide, in a scholarly delight,
A student’s Christmas party, in the rock and roll night.
(Verse 2)
The clock tower strikes, as the moonlight glows,
A Christmas bash in the library, where the wildness grows.
Among the dusty volumes, in a festive cheer,
A student’s rocking Christmas, as the end draws near.
(Pre-Chorus)
The pages turn to rhythm, and the silence breaks,
As the student celebrates, the library awakes.
With every laughter echo and every joyful cheer,
Christmas in Canterbury, a party so sincere.
(Chorus)
Party in the library, on Christmas Eve,
In the 150th year, where the spirits weave.
Books and beats collide, in a scholarly delight,
A student’s Christmas party, in the rock and roll night.
(Bridge)
Guitars strumming loud, like the river’s steady roar,
In the library’s embrace, where the tales adore.
The 150-year whispers, in the rock and roll air,
A Christmas celebration, beyond compare.
(Guitar Solo)
(Verse 3)
The clock strikes midnight, but the party rages on,
In the heart of Canterbury, where the magic’s drawn.
Among the bookish treasures and the scholarly thrill,
A student’s Christmas party, in the library’s skill.
(Pre-Chorus)
The ancient walls witness the revelry unfold,
In the 150th year, where stories are told.
The books and beats colliding, in a festive cheer,
A rocking Christmas party, echoing clear.
(Chorus)
Party in the library, on Christmas Eve,
In the 150th year, where the spirits weave.
Books and beats collide, in a scholarly delight,
A student’s Christmas party, in the rock and roll night.
(Outro)
As the dawn approaches and the festivities wane,
In the University of Canterbury, where memories remain.
A Christmas party in the library’s lore,
A student’s celebration, forevermore.
Here’s a poetic rendition of “Six White Boomers” for the Christmas season:
In the land down under, where the summer sun shines,
Santa’s sleigh takes flight with kangaroo lines.
Six white boomers leap and bound with glee,
Through eucalyptus trees, across the shimmering sea.
No reindeer dash through the snow-covered ground,
But kangaroos hop with a rhythmic sound.
Their pouches jingle, carrying gifts and joy,
Spreading Christmas cheer, no snow to deploy.
In the Aussie outback, beneath the Southern Cross,
Santa steers his sleigh without snow’s soft gloss.
Children watch the sky, stars twinkling bright,
As six white boomers glide through the night.
With laughter and carols, the season’s delight,
Kangaroos dance ‘neath the moon’s soft light.
Christmas in Australia, unique and grand,
With six white boomers leading the merry band.
So, let’s celebrate this festive time,
With kangaroos in rhyme and chime.
For in this joyful, warm-weathered view,
Christmas arrives with a kangaroo or two.
*Haiku*
Halls hold history,
Hundred and fifty years strong,
Whispers of knowledge.
*The Academic Tapestry*
Within the academic tapestry,
a university quietly marks 150 years,
a testament to enduring knowledge.
Amidst exams and reflections,
a subtle acknowledgment of the season’s introspective spirit
weaves through the quiet corridors,
as the institution embraces wisdom.
In halls adorned with tinsel’s gleam,
A university, aged in academic dream.
150 years unfold in whispered lore,
Where echoes of knowledge dance evermore.
Beneath the tree, gifts wrapped in knowledge’s guise,
The haunting specters of scholars rise.
In the shadows of carols, a history untold,
Where Yule meets academia, mysteries unfold.
An unsettling air, a spectral delight,
150 years cloaked in a summer’s night.
Through the corridors, where time takes its toll,
A Christmas tale, a university’s soul.
In the library snug and cosy,
Kiwi Christmas, sweet and rosy.
Cheerful tunes and carols fly,
Among the books, reaching on high.
University of Canterbury, born anew,
In 1873, knowledge grew.
Pages turned, a scholarly cheer,
In the southern hemisphere.
Riveted jeans, a sturdy pair,
Fashioned in 1873 with care.
Patented seams, oh so keen,
Levi’s birth, in seams serene.
In 1873, a whimsical jest,
Auckland’s shores put to the test.
Russian sailors? – in good humour,
A hoax invasion and funny rumour.
Indoor picnic, the last workday’s treat,
Near the bookshelves, where stories greet.
Laughter and joy, in a festive array,
Snacks and tales brighten the day.
Chairs laid out, a cosy affair,
Amidst the shelves, without a care.
Food spread near, a tasty delight,
In the library, merry and bright.
In Ōtautahi’s gentle breezes,
Underneath the flowering treeses.
Gather round, O friends so dear,
Kiwi Christmas drawing near.
So here’s to laughter, books and cheer,
In this festive time of year.
In the library, tales entwined,
A Kiwi Christmas so refined.
In Kiwi turf, where the bros and sheilas roam,
Our whare wānanga hits the big 150, sweet as a honeycomb.
Exams and hui, we’ve had a fair whack,
Cheers to the mātauranga, we’re on the right track.
Christmas is sneaking up, with jandals on our waewae,
Pohutukawa’s blooming, making the scene sweet as wai.
From Cape Reinga to Bluff, in Aotearoa style,
Kiwis unite, it’s gonna be a whānau-filled while.
Crack open a cold one, let the festivities begin,
150 tau strong, it’s time to give a hāere ra grin.
Amidst the tinsel and Southern Cross gleam,
Here’s to our whare wānanga, living the moemoeā dream.
So raise a cuppa, give a Kiwi cheer,
Merry Christmas and 150 tau, have a rip-roaring year!
In the hushed corridors where knowledge weaves its silent tapestry, there echoes a celebration of time spun delicately. Here, where wisdom’s sanctum meets the heart of innovation, the University of Canterbury stands resolute upon the threshold of 150 years, a testament to relentless pursuit and scholarly endeavor.
Amidst the venerable halls adorned with the echo of countless tales, whispers of legacy dance like tinsel in the wind, cascading through the annals of academia. Each flicker of history, each learned soul that has graced these storied grounds, adds a glimmer to this luminous commemoration.
Tinsel, like a festive garland, adorns the moments that thread through this illustrious institution. It weaves between lectures and laboratories, binding the past to the present and adorning the future in a shimmering embrace. Its iridescence mirrors the diversity of minds that have converged here, students and scholars, each a unique facet in the mosaic of academic pursuit.
Through the labyrinthine pathways of discovery, beneath the arches that stand as guardians of erudition, there lingers a palpable sense of jubilation—a celebration not only of longevity but of the boundless potential that stretches ahead. The jubilant spirit intertwines with tinsel’s playful glint, infusing the campus with a radiant aura, igniting imagination, and kindling the flames of intellectual curiosity.
As the clock chimes, marking this milestone in the University’s journey, the echoes of innovation and wisdom reverberate, mingling with the festive shimmer of tinsel. Together, they craft a symphony—a prose poem of perseverance, knowledge, and the enduring brilliance that marks the University of Canterbury’s 150-year odyssey.
Glistening strands weave time,
Tinsel gleams, a century’s tale,
150 years shine.
A century’s span bright,
Festive cheer through time’s embrace,
150 years dance.
In summer’s embrace,
150 years and Christmas grace,
Time’s jubilant trace.
In the summer’s glow, a silent ache,
150 years, a tale to take,
Christmas tunes in sunlit haze,
Echoes of joy, in nostalgic daze.
Beneath the warmth, a wistful chill,
Memories linger, time stands still,
Season’s mirth, yet shadows creep,
150 years, their secrets keep.
Amidst the cheer, a somber hue,
Summer’s Christmas, a bittersweet view,
For in this warmth, a longing sigh,
150 summers, beneath the sky.
Beneath Southern Skies: A Jubilant Tale of 150 Years
(Verse 1)
In the southern sun, where summer’s bright,
No snowflakes fall, just pure delight.
Pōhutukawa blooms, in crimson array,
A 150-year toast, here we’ll stay.
(Chorus)
Underneath the pōhutukawa tree,
Ice cream cones and barbecues, full of glee.
150 years of knowledge, oh so sweet,
On the beach, where warm waves meet.
(Verse 2)
Barbecue sizzles, aroma in the air,
Friends and whānau together, everywhere.
Golden sands beneath our feet,
A university’s tale, a jubilant beat.
(Chorus)
Underneath the pōhutukawa tree,
Ice cream cones and barbecues, full of glee.
150 years of knowledge, oh so sweet,
On the beach, where warm waves meet.
(Bridge)
No need for scarves, no frosty mirth,
Just the laughter of the southern earth.
In the sun’s embrace, the spirit’s high,
Underneath the vast, open sky.
(Verse 3)
Santa swaps his sleigh for a surfboard ride,
On the coast, where waves collide.
Carols echo in the balmy breeze,
A Kiwi Christmas, with such ease.
(Chorus)
Underneath the pōhutukawa tree,
Ice cream cones and barbecues, full of glee.
150 years of knowledge, oh so sweet,
On the beach, where warm waves meet.
(Outro)
As the sun sets on this festive day,
In the southern hemisphere, we’ll sway.
Under pōhutukawa’s shade, we sing,
Meri Kirihimete, to knowledge, we cling.