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The Shadow's Lurk Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: An ominous figure, dark and deep, A haunting presence, one cannot sweep. A silhouette that lingers, a shadow's lurk, A mystery shrouded, a sense of murk. Its form obscure, its purpose unknown, A presence felt, though never shown. A whisper in the wind, a chill down the spine, An enigma, a puzzle, a riddle to divine. It lurks in corners, it hides in the night, A specter of darkness, a foreboding sight. Its presence looms, casting an eerie pall, A sense of unease, a silent thrall. "The Shadow's Lurk" with secrets untold, A figure in the dark, a story yet to unfold. A phantom, a phantom, a ghostly tale, A mystery to solve, a riddle to unveil.
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The Fallen Angel Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 2538 X 1974 (5.01 MP)

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  • Prompt: A creature once divine, with wings of light, Now roams alone, banished from the height, His halo dimmed, his grace laid low, A fallen angel, lost in woe. He once soared high, with eyes that gleamed, But now he's cast into a world unseen, His beauty marred, his heart in pain, A fallen angel, in shadows lain. Once favored by the heavens above, Now cast down, a fallen dove, He seeks redemption, a path to rise, A fallen angel, with tears in his eyes. But darkness whispers, temptation calls, His wings are tainted, his soul it mauls, He wrestles with demons, battles within, A fallen angel, marked by his sin. Yet hope still flickers, a guiding light, A chance for him to make things right, To rise once more, with newfound grace, A fallen angel, seeking a new place.
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
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1985 Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: In '85, a time so bright, When neon glowed throughout the night, Synth-pop beats, big hair and flair, A decade where we dared to dare. Leg warmers, scrunchies, acid-wash jeans, Breakdancing moves, so fresh and keen, Rubik's cubes, Pac-Man, cassette tapes, A time when fashion had no brakes. Michael Jackson's moonwalk thrilled the crowd, Madonna's style left us wowed, Prince and Bowie, icons bold, Their music stories never told. John Hughes movies, teen romance, Brat Pack stars in a wild dance, "Back to the Future," time travel fun, "Ghostbusters" chasing ghosts on the run. MTV, the birth of VJs, Music videos in a dazzling craze, Culture shifting, a vibrant scene, The '80s, a neon dream machine. So let's go back to '85, With nostalgia's warmth, we'll come alive, A time that's etched in memory's drive, A colorful era that continues to thrive.
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Sultry Scribe Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: In the library's hallowed hall, Stands a librarian, statuesque and tall, Her glasses perched upon her nose, Her sensuous curves in tailored clothes. Her voice a husky, sultry purr, Her words a temptation to connoisseurs, As she whispers bookish lore, Her beauty and brains, an allure. Her fingers trace along the spines, Caressing words, igniting minds, Her librarian's cardigan, a tease, Hiding secrets that no one sees. Her eyes, a smoldering ember, Her laughter a sensual September, With knowledge as her aphrodisiac, She stirs up fantasies, both wild and erotic. Her presence electrifies the air, Her wit and charm beyond compare, A sexy librarian, a captivating sight, A bookish temptress, igniting the night.
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Whiskey Dreams at Jim Beam Distillery Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: At Jim Beam Distillery, the air is sweet, With the scent of whiskey, a tempting treat, The barrels rest, aging with care, In the hallowed halls, a whiskey lover's lair. The copper stills, polished and bright, Crafting liquid gold, a true delight, With bubbling mash and fiery heat, Creating flavors that are rich and sweet. The master distillers, with skilled precision, Tend to each batch, their whiskey's mission, A labor of love, a time-honored craft, Creating libations that are sure to last. The aroma wafts, a tantalizing lure, Drawing whiskey enthusiasts, that's for sure, To sample sips of amber hue, A symphony of flavors, complex and true. In the heart of Kentucky, a whiskey dream, At Jim Beam Distillery, a sensory scheme, Where history and tradition intertwine, Crafting spirits that truly shine. So raise a glass to this iconic place, Where whiskey flows with elegance and grace, Jim Beam Distillery, a legendary name, A whiskey lover's haven, a place of fame.
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Kentucky Rain Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 2538 X 1974 (5.01 MP)

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  • Prompt: In Kentucky, where the bluegrass grows, There's a rhythm in the air, a tale that flows, A story of rain that falls from the sky, A melancholic melody that makes you sigh. The drops dance on rooftops, gently kiss the ground, Creating a symphony, with a soothing sound, The patter on the leaves, a lullaby refrain, In Kentucky rain, a song of nature's gain. The fields and forests, refreshed and renewed, As raindrops cleanse, a sight to be viewed, The scent of petrichor fills the air, A fragrance of earth, both sweet and rare. The rivers swell, a rushing flow, As Kentucky rain, continues to grow, Nourishing the land, with life anew, A gift from above, a blessing so true. In the midst of storms, or softest drizzle, Kentucky rain, an enchanting fizzle, A reminder of nature's beauty and grace, A symphony of water, in a mystical place.
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
  • Upscale & Enhance: 5

Vlad the Impaler Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: In a distant land, a legend's told, Of a ruler feared, cruel and bold, A man of power, ruthless and dire, Known far and wide as Vlad the Impaler. With castle walls, tall and grand, He ruled with an iron, blood-stained hand, His enemies quivered in fear and dread, For tales of his brutality were widely spread. Impaling stakes, a gruesome sight, Lined the roads, both day and night, A brutal warning, a fearsome sight, Of Vlad's wrath, a relentless fight. His rule was harsh, his methods cruel, To keep his realm in an iron rule, His people lived in constant fear, For Vlad's wrath was always near. But whispers spread, of a darker side, Of Vlad's past, where darkness lied, A thirst for vengeance, a heart of ice, A soul consumed by a deadly vice. His enemies trembled, but so did his kin, For Vlad's bloodlust knew no sin, His own brother, his own kin, Met the same fate, impaled on a pin. Yet Vlad's rule, though feared and dread, Was not without a price to be paid, For vengeance sought, had its toll,
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The Rapture's Call Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: In the twilight of a crimson sky, As stars emerge, and day bids goodbye, A trumpet sounds, resounding clear, Announcing a moment both far and near. A chorus of angels begins to sing, Their voices echoing, taking wing, As souls arise, in awe and wonder, Their hearts now free from earthly plunder. The righteous ones, both young and old, Embrace the joy, their faith foretold, Their bodies transformed, glorified, In the rapture's bliss, they now reside. With arms outstretched, they reach the skies, No more pain, no more goodbyes, In the presence of the King of Kings, They raise their voices, and heaven sings. The earth below, now left behind, As they ascend, their souls entwined, In ecstasy, they soar and rise, To meet their Savior in the skies. Oh, what a sight, a wondrous sight, As darkness fades, and hope takes flight, The rapture's call, so long foretold, Now realized, a story bold. So let us strive, with faith and grace, To run the race, and seek His face, And when that day dawns, pure and bright, May we be counted among the flight.
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The Exorcist a Battle Against the Dark Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: the exorcist priest
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Junkyard Dog Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 2538 X 1974 (5.01 MP)

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  • Prompt: Amidst the heaps of scrap and steel, A dog with eyes of hardened zeal, A guardian fierce, a loyal friend, Whose story's one that's sure to rend. A rusty coat, a crooked tail, A heart so big, it could not fail, To brave the years of dirt and grime, A jewel buried in the grime. Abandoned, left to fend alone, He found his way to this junkyard home, Where towering piles of metal lie, Beneath the vast and open sky. He barks and growls with all his might, Keeping watch through the darkest night, A sentinel with tireless stride, In this desolate place, his pride. But in his eyes, a sorrow lingers, As he recalls his days of fingers, The human touch, the tender care, A memory too much to bear. He dreams of warmth, of gentle hands, Of love that he can't understand, For he was cast away with scorn, Left to brave the junkyard's thorn. But in his heart, a flicker burns, A hope that someday he'll discern, A glimmer of that long-lost grace, In this forsaken, desolate place.
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
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The Rib BBQ King Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: In a small town nestled down the road, Stood a BBQ joint with a sign that glowed, "The Rib BBQ King" it boldly said, Where savory scents danced in the air like a thread. The smoker roared with a fiery blaze, As the Pitmaster cooked in smoky haze, With a secret rub and a special sauce, His culinary skills were true and boss. His ribs were tender, falling off the bone, Each bite a flavor explosion all on its own, Juicy and succulent, a mouthwatering treat, That made folks travel from miles to eat. His BBQ pit was his kingdom and throne, Where he ruled with spatula, knife, and bone, He'd flip and baste, and smoke and grill, His passion for BBQ, an unquenchable thrill. Customers flocked from far and wide, For a taste of the ribs that made them sigh, They'd line up, hungry and eager to try, The Rib BBQ King's delectable supply. The sauce was tangy, with a hint of sweet, A masterpiece that made taste buds meet, The meat was smoky, with flavors divine, Leaving patrons craving more every time. With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye,
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The Paranormal Investigator Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: In a world of mysteries and eerie lore, One man dared to venture, to explore, The unknown realms of ghostly realms, With courage and curiosity at the helm. He was a seeker of the supernatural, With gadgets, tools, and a heart so full, Of determination and unwavering might, To uncover truths hidden in the night. Equipped with EVP recorders and EMF meters, He delved into the unknown, uncovering mysteries, He braved abandoned asylums and haunted houses, To seek the truth behind ghostly rouses. With a keen eye for details, he'd investigate, Each eerie phenomenon he'd carefully evaluate, Searching for answers to unexplained events, Using science and reason, with no pretense. He'd spend hours in the dark, listening for sounds, Scouring for clues, going beyond the bounds, Of what others would dare to explore, In his quest for the truth, he'd always soar. He'd face chilling cold spots and phantom whispers, Documenting every anomaly, with no blisters, Unraveling stories of the paranormal,
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Biscuits and Gravy Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Biscuits and gravy
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Old Yo-Yo Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: An old yo-yo, weathered and worn, A cherished toy, since he was born, A simple pleasure, a childhood delight, A source of joy, from morning till night. With skillful flicks of his wrist, He made the yo-yo spin and twist, Intricate tricks, he'd proudly show, With practiced moves, he'd let it go. Up and down, it would dance and play, A timeless toy, in a modern day, Bringing laughter, bringing fun, In the summer's warmth, or winter's sun. He'd walk the dog, and rock the cradle, Around the world, with skill so stable, The yo-yo, a constant companion, A source of endless fascination. Through the years, it stood the test, With dents and scratches, it was blessed, A treasure of memories, a cherished toy, That brought him laughter, and endless joy.
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The Holy Bible Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Holy Bible
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Demon Priest Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Demon Priest
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Smallpox Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: a victorian baby with chicken pox
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Moses and the Burning Bush Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Moses and the Burning Bush
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Living Waters in the Barren Land

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 864 X 672 (0.58 MP)

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  • Prompt: Coloured pencil art of a barren landscape with a river flowing through it and a beautiful church with a beautiful garden in the middle, with supernatural power and light coming down from heaven on the church, representing the way that God brings life to even the most desolate places, by Thomas Kinkade.
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0

This is a Sad Song

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1278 X 1643 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: And for a brief moment we were together, but the fire was quick, and the shadow was dark, and this is a sad song.
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 40%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
  • Upscale & Enhance: 2