'It was a wedding ring, destined to be found in a cheap hotel, lost in a kitchen sink, or thrown in a wishing well' - Marillion, Clutching at Straws, 1987
It’s not a blue crayon silly Fishman. Haven’t you seen Avatar?
It’s a cruel beast that you feed…..
Ghost…Spillways
Well Fishman, you probably could do better but it certainly understood the request.
The Fall of Gondolin by AI
In the heart of Beleriand, fair and bright
Lay Gondolin, a city bathed in might.
Its towers high, adorned with gems so rare
A haven concealed, in mountains’ steep stare
But Morgoths shadow crept, its doom unclear
And in one fateful day, fell Gondolin dear.
It’s a cruel beast that you feed…..
Ghost…Spillways
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For free Mindfulness resources, please see this thread I have created to compile many sources together http://www.nomorepanic.co.uk/showthread.php?t=168689
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For free Mindfulness resources, please see this thread I have created to compile many sources together http://www.nomorepanic.co.uk/showthread.php?t=168689
Gone!
A poem disappeared,
vanished into the ether,
lost in the labyrinth of forgotten words,
a whisper swallowed by the wind.
Its verses, once vibrant and alive,
now reduced to mere fragments,
scattered fragments of thoughts,
floating aimlessly in the void.
No longer does it dance upon the page,
no longer does it sing in the hearts,
its essence, like a fading dream,
fades into the vast expanse of nothingness.
Gone are its metaphors, its rhymes,
its delicate rhythm that once enchanted,
now replaced by silence,
a deafening silence that echoes in my soul.
I search for it, desperately,
tracing the footsteps of its memory,
but it eludes me, slipping through my fingers,
elusive as a mirage in the desert.
I mourn its absence, its absence in my life,
for a poem lost is a piece of my being lost,
forever longing for its return,
hoping that one day it will reappear.
But until then, I will continue to write,
to fill the void left by its absence,
and perhaps, in the midst of my words,
a new poem will be born,
to replace the one that disappeared.
Last edited by Pain; 06-02-24 at 08:58. Reason: Poem about the king replaced due to unforeseen circumstances
Good grief that’s very dramatic. What a hero the man is.
It’s a cruel beast that you feed…..
Ghost…Spillways
It looks like its not just poets on the human scrap heap now. Doctors are too... https://www.nature.com/articles/d415...4dad4-50871224
'It was a wedding ring, destined to be found in a cheap hotel, lost in a kitchen sink, or thrown in a wishing well' - Marillion, Clutching at Straws, 1987
Don’t Panic!
In shrieking bulletins, where words are lies,
There lurks the false and fooling guise,
Of moral panic, its cold grip tightened,
A summoned spectre to keep us frightened
With trembling heart and troubled mind,
We all fall prey, forever blind,
To those tales of baseless fear,
Because it’s what we want to hear.
For logic bends and reason sways,
When panic's hand with mischief plays,
A cacophony of chaos, shocking, loud,
Drowns the voice of truth unbowed.
And in its wake it leaves us foul,
Disturbed peace and angry soul
Whence trust is lost and sense departs,
Leaving nothing but doubt in hearts.
For moral panic, born of naught,
Wields power without a caring thought,
Condemning lives by society’s trial,
In its pursuit of senseless bile.
Oh, blind and futile stupidity,
You are the bane of sanity,
For under your influence sense goes awry,
And reason becomes madness, by and by.
Can we command against this tide,
Bearing the sword of truth at our side?
With pinch of salt should we swallow,
Invented horrors which ring hollow?
Yes, let us strive to break the chains,
Of all ignorance that still remains,
And rise above this senseless fray,
Embracing honesty, come what may.
pAIn
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