One of my biggest beefs with the world is the fact that the east side gets no love from the world….not even east side residents. So lets have a little self love. Here is a view of downtown from the east side…and I will include a broader shot in the article. That article by the way is nothing more than me forcing artificial intelligence to write positive poems about the East Side. Here is what it came up with.
Indianapolis- east side glory
Upon the eastern edge of Indianapolis,
Where history’s whispers weave through time’s embrace,
A tapestry of tales, both old and new,
Unfurls beneath the sky’s expansive blue.
Here, where the city’s heartbeat thrums with pride,
Resides a legacy that cannot hide.
Intrigues of yesteryears, they softly call,
Echoing through the streets, majestic, tall.
Behold the State Fairgrounds, a grand display,
Where memories of joy still dance and play.
Since eighteen seventy-two, its gates flung wide,
Welcoming all with arms spread open wide.
In Irvington, the charm of days gone by,
In quaint abodes, beneath the azure sky.
A carousel of history spins its tune,
A carousel that never meets its noon.
And further east, the Fountain Square stands strong,
A testament to dreams both wild and long.
Once hub of commerce, now a vibrant scene,
Where art and culture reign, forever keen.
Through decades past, the city’s spirit soared,
In every corner, history’s tales roared.
The east side of Indianapolis, it stands,
A testament to human hearts and hands.
Posi East Indy
On Indy’s eastern edge, where dreams take flight,
Lies a realm of hope, bathed in golden light.
A tapestry of neighborhoods, each unique,
Where smiles are abundant, hearts ever meek.
In Brookside Park, children’s laughter rings,
As swings reach high on whimsical wings.
Families gather, in joyous embrace,
Creating memories, time cannot erase.
Nearby, the Pleasant Run Trail winds its way,
Through nature’s bounty, a tranquil ballet.
Where joggers stride and cyclists freely roam,
In harmony with nature, finding home.
The promise of renewal breathes anew,
In the rejuvenation, vibrant and true.
Old traditions blend with modern design,
In a mosaic of cultures, so divine.
Entrepreneurs flourish, businesses thrive,
In bustling streets where dreams come alive.
From mom-and-pop shops to trendy cafes,
Each storefront tells a story, in its own ways.
With every sunrise, a new chapter begins,
As the east side of Indy proudly grins.
A beacon of hope, a community strong,
Where resilience echoes in every song.
Based on those two, REAL poets have nothing to fear from the robots just yet. But it does feel especially Eastside to force them to write good things about my people for a change.
