Prompt: Behold, a mighty angel descended from above,
Clothed in clouds, with a radiant love,
A rainbow halo, a face shining bright,
A voice like thunder, a celestial sight.
In hand, a little scroll, a mystery profound,
Sealed with seven seals, waiting to be unbound,
Proclaiming the end, the final revelation,
Foretelling of judgment, a divine declaration.
With one foot on sea and one on land,
The angel declared, his voice to command,
A time no more, the seventh trumpet near,
The mysteries of God, now made clear.
John, the prophet, was given the task,
To eat the scroll, to partake and unmask,
Its bitter taste, a solemn warning,
Of coming tribulations, a world in mourning.
The sweet aftertaste, a promise of grace,
To those who endure, in faith embrace,
The words of prophecy, a guiding light,
In darkness and chaos, a beacon bright.
The little scroll, now consumed and digested,
Reveals God's plan, fully manifested,
A message of hope, a warning dire,
To heed the call, to lift our hearts higher.
So let us listen, with open ears,
To the truths unveiled, dispelling fears,
For in Revelations Chapter 10, we find,
God's wisdom and love, eternally entwined.
Prompt: Babylon the great, a city of might,
A symbol of worldly power, shining bright,
But her time had come, her fall was near,
As prophesied by the seer.
An angel descended from above,
With great authority, and a message of love,
Declaring Babylon's doom, in clear voice,
A warning to all, to make a wise choice.
Her sins were piled high, to the sky,
Her luxury and wealth, built on a lie,
Deceiving nations, with her wares,
But her judgment, none could bear.
The kings, the merchants, the sailors too,
Mourned her fall, with hearts askew,
For in one hour, her riches vanished away,
Her glory faded, in disarray.
The merchants wept, for their loss,
Prompt: Jacob grew old, his days drew near,
He called for Joseph, with a heart sincere,
"My time has come, my life's complete,
Come close, my son, and take your seat."
Joseph came, with reverence deep,
His father's voice, a treasure to keep,
Jacob recounted God's faithful hand,
Throughout his life, in every land.
He spoke of God's covenant true,
The promises made, forever anew,
He blessed Joseph's sons, Ephraim and Manasseh,
With love and faith, a father's caress.
He crossed his hands, a purposeful act,
Proclaiming blessings, a loving pact,
The younger blessed before the elder,
A reversal divine, in God's fiddler.
Joseph tried to correct his father's hand,
But Jacob spoke, with God's command,
For in his wisdom, he could see,
God's sovereign plan, for you and me.
He blessed them both, with words so pure,
A legacy passed down, secure,
He proclaimed the name of God, in praise,
A father's blessing, through endless days.
In Genesis 48, a moment profound,
A father's blessing, so heaven-bound,
God's faithfulness, through generations told,
A legacy of love, that never grows old.
Farewell and Forgiveness - Genesis Chapter 50 Poem
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Prompt: Joseph wept, with grief so deep,
As Jacob passed, in final sleep,
He mourned his father, with tears and pain,
And vowed to honor his legacy's reign.
He sought permission from Pharaoh's throne,
To bury Jacob, in Canaan's own,
With honor and pomp, a grand farewell,
For Jacob, his father, he loved so well.
He led the mourning, with a heavy heart,
His family grieved, torn apart,
But Joseph knew, in God's great plan,
That death was not the final span.
He forgave his brothers, who once betrayed,
Their guilt and shame, now truly laid,
He saw God's hand, through every trial,
His heart embraced, a forgiving smile.
He reassured them, with gentle grace,
That God's redemption, was in this place,
He promised care and provision wide,
For all their days, with love applied.
In Genesis 50, a story of farewell,
Of forgiveness given, a grace to tell,
God's providence, in every turn,
His faithfulness, we must discern.
A tale of endings, but also of hope,
God's promises, in full scope,
For in the midst of grief and pain,
God's love and mercy, forever sustain.
Prompt: A magical quest, begins anew,
A journey to a world unknown, so true.
With a heart of wonder, and eyes aglow,
Embarking on an adventure, to watch it grow.
A quest for magic, in every corner,
Seeking enchantment, with hearts warmer.
Through mystical forests, and ancient ruins,
Discovering wonders, with each step, no ruing.
Meeting magical beings, with powers so grand,
Unraveling secrets, in a magical land.
With spells and potions, and charms so bright,
A quest for magic, is a wondrous sight.
Facing challenges, and overcoming fears,
With courage and determination, as it nears.
Unlocking mysteries, and solving riddles,
A quest for magic, with many twists and middles.
In the end, a treasure awaits,
A reward so precious, beyond the gates.
A heart fulfilled, with memories dear,
A magical quest, a journey clear.
For a magical quest, is not just the end,
But the journey itself, a true friend.
With lessons learned, and memories made,
A treasure trove, that will never fade
Prompt: Raindrops on petals, a symphony of grace,
Nature's tears, on a delicate embrace,
A dance of moisture, a gentle caress,
Enhancing beauty, with nature's finesse.
Each raindrop glistens, like a crystal bead,
Reflecting colors, a shimmering creed,
On petals soft, with hues so bright,
A stunning contrast, in nature's light.
The raindrops fall, in a rhythmic flow,
Nourishing the petals, with a loving show,
Quenching their thirst, with life's sweet gift,
As petals unfurl, in a graceful uplift.
Raindrops on petals, a fleeting delight,
A moment of magic, a mesmerizing sight,
A reminder of nature's wonders so true,
In raindrops on petals, a gift anew.
Prompt: The Praying Monk, serene and still,
A symbol of faith, with a peaceful will.
With hands clasped, in reverent prayer,
A divine connection, beyond compare.
In robes of saffron, and a humble mien,
The Praying Monk, a spiritual scene.
In quiet contemplation, deep and pure,
A beacon of wisdom, that will endure.
With closed eyes, and a bowed head,
The Praying Monk, in silence, is led.
To a realm of divine grace and light,
A sanctuary of peace, day and night.
A symbol of devotion, and inner calm,
The Praying Monk, a spiritual balm.
A guide to the soul, a beacon of hope,
A timeless figure, on a spiritual slope.
Prompt: In a deep and murky lake so wide,
Lives Champy, a legendary hide.
A creature of lore, a monster of might,
With eyes that gleam in the moon's soft light.
Some say it's serpent-like, a fearsome sight,
With scales that shimmer, catching the light.
Its long neck stretches, searching for prey,
Lurking in darkness, biding its way.
With a splash and a roar, Champy appears,
Thrashing and splashing, igniting fears.
But Champy's heart is kind, its nature pure,
A gentle giant, that's for sure.
Children laugh and play by the shore,
Knowing Champy won't harm them anymore.
For Champy's legend now renowned,
A friendly creature, loved all around.
So if you're near Champy's lake one day,
Listen closely, you just might say,
The whispers of a legend that's alive,
A mythical being that continues to thrive.
Prompt: The Yuki-onna
In the snowy night, with icy breath,
A ghostly figure, with skin like death.
Her hair is black, her lips so blue,
The Yuki-onna, a spirit true.
She glides on ice, with graceful ease,
Her touch is cold, her heart may freeze.
Her eyes are piercing, her voice so clear,
The Yuki-onna, a phantom to fear.
Her form is fair, her beauty stark,
A vision haunting, in the dark.
She lures with charm, she tempts with grace,
The Yuki-onna, with a frozen embrace.
But beware her kiss, so icy cold,
For the Yuki-onna's heart is bold.
Her love is fleeting, her touch severe,
A winter's chill, a frozen tear.
So stay away, from her snowy domain,
The Yuki-onna's beauty, a cursed refrain.
A ghostly specter, of winter's might,
The Yuki-onna's presence, a chilling sight.
Prompt: Mackinaw Island, a fudgy delight,
Where sweet indulgence takes flight.
Fudge so rich, creamy and sweet,
A treat that's simply hard to beat.
Made with love, in small-town charm,
Crafted by hand, with a loving arm.
Flavors abound, from classic to bold,
A taste sensation, to behold.
Buttery smooth, with nuts or without,
A confectionery treasure, there's no doubt.
Wrapped up tight, in a little box,
A souvenir sweet, that surely rocks.
Mackinaw Island fudge, a sugary pleasure,
A culinary treasure, without measure.
A delight to savor, a joy to taste,
A slice of heaven, in every embrace.
Amphitrite - Sea Goddess and Wife of Poseidon Poem
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Prompt: Amphitrite, sea goddess fair,
With flowing locks and radiant air.
Wife of Poseidon, ruler of the waves,
Her beauty shines in coral caves.
As queen of seas, her kingdom vast,
She commands the ocean's depths so vast.
With dolphins by her side, she glides,
In her chariot pulled by sea nymphs' tides.
Amphitrite's grace, unmatched and true,
Her majesty, a wondrous view.
A regal presence, serene and calm,
With power that can cause seas to charm.
But Amphitrite's love for Poseidon shines bright,
Their union a symbol of sea's pure might.
Together they rule the ocean deep,
A union eternal, a love to keep.
So raise a toast to Amphitrite's name,
A goddess of the sea's eternal flame.
A queen of waves, a goddess divine,
Her glory and beauty forever shine.
Prompt: Graceful in the ocean's sway,
A wonder in its own unique way,
With slender form and curving tail,
A seahorse glides, a majestic sail.
Its skin adorned with hues so bright,
Camouflaged to blend just right,
A master of disguise, a natural art,
In vibrant shades, a work of heart.
With eyes that move independently,
Surveying the world with keen scrutiny,
A curious creature, small but wise,
Inquisitive gaze, it never denies.
A gentle creature, a loving heart,
As males carry eggs, a vital part,
Nurturing life in a special way,
A father's care, day by day.
A symbol of grace, a marvel of the seas,
A reminder of nature's mysteries,
The seahorse, a jewel of the deep,
A treasure to cherish, a secret to keep.
Prompt: A box of wood, a vessel old,
A story dark, yet to be told.
A dibbuk lurks within its walls,
A restless spirit, heeds no calls.
Locked tight, with symbols carved deep,
A soul trapped, unable to sleep.
A Jewish legend, a tale of dread,
Of a dybbuk, a soul misled.
A box once owned, now cursed and feared,
A spirit's rage, forever seared.
Mysterious happenings, strange events,
As the dibbuk seeks to torment.
Whispers in the night, a chilling breeze,
Shadows dance, as if to tease.
The box's secrets, slowly unfold,
Unveiling a story, ancient and bold.
A rabbi called, to break the curse,
To free the spirit, from its hearse.
Prayers chanted, incantations cast,
A battle waged, to confront the past.
But the dibbuk fights, with all its might,
Refusing release, a stubborn fight.
A tale of possession, a battle won,
The box now sealed, its duty done.
The dibbuk box, a legend told,
Of a haunted soul, lost and bold.
A cautionary tale, of spirits trapped,
A reminder of the unknown, unwrapped.
Prompt: Good Vibes, a joyful treasure,
Bringing smiles and spreading pleasure.
They're the positive energy we feel,
A sense of joy that's truly real.
They lift our spirits, bright and high,
Like a rainbow painted in the sky.
They fill our hearts with warmth and cheer,
Chasing away worries and fear.
Good Vibes ripple, they radiate,
Spreading positivity, never late.
They're contagious, they multiply,
Bringing happiness that's worth the try.
They come from laughter, love, and peace,
From acts of kindness that never cease.
They're found in moments big and small,
In friendships, nature's beauty, and music's call.
So let's embrace the Good Vibes every day,
And share them freely along the way.
For they can light up lives and heal,
Bringing joy and making hearts feel real.
Prompt: A glimmer in the rushing stream,
A treasure gleaming, like a dream.
A nugget of gold, so pure and bright,
A precious find, in the golden light.
A gift from nature's hidden store,
A treasure trove, forevermore.
Formed by time, and earth's embrace,
A precious jewel, in a secret place.
A symbol of wealth, and precious worth,
A prized possession, of infinite girth.
A nugget of gold, a rare delight,
A shimmering prize, in the morning light.
A reminder of nature's wonders, untold,
A treasure found, with stories bold.
A precious nugget, in hand to hold,
A precious treasure, worth its weight in gold.
Prompt: Tiffany Glass Savannah butterfly; Biomorphic architectural symbiogenesis of a Salvador Dali gothic Tiffany glass Savannah butterfly in a mysterious botanical surrealistic monochromatic blue wonderland; by yacek yerka, gediminas pranckevicius, stefan morrell, hyper-detailed, insanely intricate, high definition, oil painting, hypperrealistic
Prompt: Fatima, a name so bright,
A beacon of strength, a guiding light.
With eyes that sparkle, and a heart so pure,
A soul that's kind, of that you can be sure.
Her laughter rings, like bells in the air,
Her smile shines, with a warmth so rare.
Her spirit shines, with grace and grace,
A gentle presence, that lights up any place.
Her love flows freely, like a river's stream,
Her compassion boundless, a beautiful theme.
She's there to lend a hand, when others are in need,
Her kindness blooms, like a flower's seed.
Fatima, a name that holds so much grace,
A soul that shines, in every place.
A friend, a sister, a guiding star,
A treasure cherished, both near and far.
Prompt: Once upon a time in a heavy rainy day a young beautiful girl stuck in the mud while holding a big Taro leaf as an umbrella, splashing the water drops; wearing green wet translucent clothes; by Andrew Atroshenko, art by Artgerm and Greg Rutkowski, smooth and Alegent, fantasy, taro trees are surrounded by river
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
