Prompt: Doc Holliday, a name known far and wide,
A gunslinger and gambler, with a swaggering stride.
Born in Georgia, raised in the South,
A man of quick wit, and a skilled gun's mouth.
John Henry Holliday, a dentist by trade,
But the wild frontier was where he played.
With a thin frame and a deadly gaze,
He earned a reputation in those lawless days.
In the town of Tombstone, in Arizona's land,
Doc found himself, with a gun in hand.
He joined the Earp brothers in a feud so grand,
The infamous gunfight at the O.K. Corral, firsthand.
A loyal friend to Wyatt Earp, his comrade in arms,
Doc fought alongside him, facing life's harms.
But his health was failing, tuberculosis took its toll,
A constant battle, taking its toll.
Doc Holliday, a man of contradictions,
A gambler, a fighter, full of convictions.
A legend of the Wild West, a flawed anti-hero,
With a legacy that lingers, even as time's arrow.
His life was short, but his name lives on,
In tales of gunfights and deeds long gone.
A complex figure, a man of his time,
Doc Holliday, forever remembered in Western rhyme.
Prompt: Rays of sunshine, bright and warm,
Glimpses of joy, in life's grand storm.
They pierce through clouds, with golden light,
Chasing away darkness, with all their might.
They kiss the earth, with a gentle touch,
Bringing life to flowers, oh, so much.
They paint the sky, with hues of gold,
A breathtaking sight, to behold.
Rays of sunshine, a gift from above,
Filling hearts with hope and love.
They bring smiles to faces, lift spirits high,
Dispelling shadows, from the sky.
In moments of darkness, they bring light,
Guiding us forward, through the night.
They warm our hearts, with their gentle rays,
Reminding us, of brighter days.
Rays of sunshine, a precious treasure,
Bringing warmth and joy, without measure.
They remind us, in life's uncertain course,
That there is always light, a guiding force.
So let us cherish, these rays so bright,
Embrace their warmth, with all our might.
For in the midst of life's trials and tests,
Rays of sunshine, bring hope and zest.
Prompt: Dear God, my heart sings out to thee
For all the blessings you have given me
Your grace and love, so pure and true
Are the reason I can make it through
In times of trouble I turn to you
And find your peace, so steady and true
Your guidance and wisdom light my way
And help me make it through each day
You are my rock, my refuge and shield
In you alone, my heart is healed
My trust in you, forever strong
For you have been with me all along
May my life be a reflection of thee
And may my actions honor thee
For you alone are worthy of praise
And to you, my heart and soul will raise
Forever and always, I will sing
Of your love, your grace, your everything
For in you alone, my hope is found
And to you, my life is bound. Amen.
Prompt: Oh Lord above, in heaven high,
I lift my voice to you and cry,
For mercy and for love divine,
To fill this heart of mine.
I am but dust, a fleeting breath,
A sinner in the grip of death,
But you, oh God, are full of grace,
And offer me your loving embrace.
Your son, our savior, came to earth,
To show us all our infinite worth,
And by his death and resurrection,
He offers us eternal protection.
So now I bow my head in prayer,
And offer you my heart to share,
With every beat and every breath,
I pledge my love and faithfulness.
Oh God, you are my guiding light,
My hope and strength, my power and might,
In you alone I place my trust,
For in your love, I know I must.
So take my hand, and lead me on,
Through storm and trial, until the dawn,
And at the end of all my days,
I'll sing your praise in endless ways.
Prompt: A city of change, ever-evolving,
A metamorphic marvel, problem-solving.
A skyline that shifts, a landscape in flux,
A symphony of progress, in a rhythmic tux.
From towering skyscrapers, reaching high,
To bustling streets, where people vie,
A metropolis in constant motion,
A testament to human's endless devotion.
Buildings rise and fall, with time,
A metamorphosis, a paradigm.
New ideas take shape, old ones transform,
A dynamic city, a constant swarm.
Innovation blooms, like a vibrant flower,
Adapting to the present, with vision and power.
A melting pot of cultures, ideas, and dreams,
A metropolis that gleams, in its diverse beams.
People come and go, in a whirlwind of change,
A city that grows, in a global exchange.
A beacon of progress, a hub of life,
A metamorphic metropolis, in a constant strife.
But amidst the hustle, the bustle, the pace,
There's still a human touch, a familiar embrace.
A sense of belonging, in the urban sprawl,
A place where hearts connect, and stories enthrall.
Metamorphic metropolis, a living art,
A tapestry of people, each playing their part.
A city that thrives, in its dynamic flow,
A symphony of change, with an ever-glow.
Prompt: With every step I take, my eyes on you,
Your presence captivates, it's undeniably true.
Your grace, your beauty, a mesmerizing view,
My heart races faster, as I draw near to you.
Your eyes, like stars, shining bright and clear,
Hold a universe of wonder, drawing me near.
They're windows to your soul, a deep reflection,
Revealing depths of love, and pure affection.
In your eyes, I see a story of our own,
A love that's written, in a language known.
A tale of passion, of longing and desire,
Igniting flames within me, a burning fire.
When I look into your eyes, time stands still,
The world fades away, it's just you, my thrill.
In your gaze, I find solace, and endless bliss,
A connection so profound, it's pure, and it's this.
So, with my eyes on you, my love so true,
I promise to cherish, and forever pursue.
To hold you close, and never let you go,
For with your eyes on mine, our love will only grow.
Prompt: The St. Bernard, a noble breed,
With heart as big as its size indeed.
A mountain dog, strong and grand,
Known for its courage, throughout the land.
With a thick, double coat of fur,
A droopy face, so kind and pure.
Dark, soulful eyes that seem to say,
"I'm here to help, come what may."
Bred for rescue in the snowy heights,
With instincts keen and trained delights.
A guardian of travelers lost,
Endurance and strength, at any cost.
A barrel of brandy, slung around,
A legendary tale, oft renowned.
To warm the weary and the cold,
A St. Bernard's heart, pure gold.
But not just a rescue dog alone,
The St. Bernard, a loyal home.
A gentle giant, with gentle ways,
A loving companion, all their days.
With a patient nature, calm and kind,
A faithful friend, so hard to find.
A family dog, with love to share,
The St. Bernard, always there.
So, raise a toast to this majestic breed,
A symbol of rescue, courage indeed.
The St. Bernard, a dog so true,
Forever cherished, by me and you.
Prompt: Old Pancho was a humble man,
A farmer with a weathered tan,
He worked his fields from dawn 'til dusk,
With calloused hands, and heart robust.
His eyes were bright, though aged and wise,
A twinkle there, a hint of surprise,
For Pancho knew life's simple grace,
In every sunrise, in each new place.
He plowed his land with mule and plow,
Underneath the hot sun's scorching glow,
With sweat upon his furrowed brow,
He toiled away, no time to slow.
He sowed his seeds with careful hand,
And watched them grow across the land,
He tended them with love and care,
As if they were his children fair.
The rains would come, the winds would blow,
Yet Pancho never ceased to sow,
He worked the land with steadfast might,
From morning's dawn till starry night.
And when the harvest time arrived,
With bounteous crops, he truly thrived,
His heart was full, his soul content,
With nature's gifts, so truly meant.
For Pancho knew the cycle well,
Of planting, reaping, and the swell,
Of life's abundance, ever new,
Renewing hope with each day's view.
So as he walked his fields each day,
With weathered hands and hair of gray,
Prompt: The Last Frontier, vast and wild,
Untamed and rugged, nature's child.
A land of beauty, untouched by man,
A canvas of wilderness, an untamed span.
Snow-capped peaks, piercing the sky,
Endless forests, stretching wide and high.
Rivers roaring, glaciers gleaming,
A pristine landscape, beyond mere dreaming.
Majestic moose, and bears so grand,
Wolves that howl, in a wild land.
Eagles soaring, in the endless blue,
Caribou migrating, a timeless view.
The Last Frontier, a land of wonder,
Where nature's splendor, pulls us under.
A place of solitude, serenity profound,
Where nature's secrets, are waiting to be found.
Adventurers brave, explorers bold,
Seeking treasures, untold and untold.
Challenging landscapes, unpredictable and raw,
Testing limits, awe-inspiring in awe.
The Last Frontier, a reminder true,
Of nature's power, and beauty too.
A call to protect, preserve and keep,
For future generations, a treasure to reap.
Prompt: Beautiful Church in summer, pine tree, flowers, light little clouds Oil on canvas, Vincent Van Gogh, Auguste Renoir, Michael Whelan, Z. L. Feng, thick paint, bright vivid colors 64K, UHD
Prompt: On the vast plains of the wild west,
Roamed a herd of buffalo, at their best.
Majestic beasts, in numbers grand,
A sight to behold, across the land.
Their hooves thundered, as they ran,
A thunderous symphony, a natural plan.
Their shaggy coats, a rugged grace,
A symbol of resilience, in an untamed place.
They grazed on grasses, so lush and green,
A cycle of life, a timeless scene.
Their horns curved, their eyes alert,
A symbol of strength, a primal assert.
In the herd, they found their might,
A community strong, day and night.
They watched out for each other's back,
In unity, they stayed on track.
Through changing seasons, they would roam,
Across wide plains, they'd call their home.
From dawn to dusk, they'd graze and play,
In nature's rhythm, they'd dance and sway.
Their existence, a vital part,
Of the ecosystem, a beating heart.
They shaped the land, their presence known,
A legacy left, widely shown.
But as time passed, their numbers dwindled,
A loss so great, their fate was kindled.
Human progress, and greed's demand,
Disrupted nature's balanced hand.
Now we remember, the herd of old,
Their mighty presence, their story told.
Prompt: An old rusty child's bike, with stories to tell,
Its paint faded, its tires worn, a nostalgic spell,
Abandoned in a corner, forgotten and forlorn,
A relic of the past, weathered and worn.
Once a prized possession, a source of delight,
Ridden with glee, under the sun's warm light,
Adventures in the neighborhood, with friends by your side,
Pedaling with laughter, on a joyful ride.
But time has taken its toll, the rust has set in,
The handlebars crooked, the frame showing its skin,
Its glory days gone, but memories remain,
Of carefree childhood, a simpler terrain.
Perhaps a first taste of freedom, a taste of speed,
A symbol of independence, a childhood need,
A reminder of simpler times, a treasure from the past,
A weathered relic, that continues to cast,
A nostalgic charm, a sentimental grace,
A symbol of resilience, standing in its place,
Though rusty and old, it still holds its charm,
The old child's bike, a memory's arm.
Prompt: A red satin dress, a sight to behold,
A garment of elegance, worth its weight in gold.
Its fabric smooth, with a lustrous sheen,
A symbol of glamour, fit for a queen.
The color red, vibrant and bold,
Like fiery embers, or a tale yet untold.
It catches the light, with a radiant glow,
A dress that commands attention, wherever it may go.
Its silhouette, tailored to perfection,
A flattering cut, a captivating direction.
It hugs the curves, with a graceful flair,
A dress that makes heads turn, and people stare.
Worn with confidence, a statement of style,
A red satin dress, that makes hearts smile.
It exudes allure, and a touch of mystique,
A dress that makes you feel powerful and chic.
Whether it's for a special occasion or a romantic date,
A red satin dress, a choice that's never too late.
It speaks of passion, and a bold sense of fashion,
A dress that leaves an impression, with utmost satisfaction.
So slip into that dress, with poise and grace,
Embrace its beauty, and let it embrace.
For a red satin dress, a timeless treasure,
A symbol of elegance, and a fashion pleasure.
Prompt: The old wood stove, a timeless treasure,
Bringing warmth to hearts without measure.
Its cast iron frame, a sturdy frame,
Holds memories of a bygone flame.
Through long winter nights it roared,
Filling the room with heat adored.
Its crackling embers, a cozy glow,
Chasing away the winter's icy woe.
With logs stacked high and flames aglow,
It cooked meals with a fiery show.
A kettle steamed, a teapot hummed,
Aromatic scents, a comforting sum.
A gathering place, a heart of the home,
Where stories were shared and hearts did roam.
Families huddled, hands outstretched,
Basking in the warmth, truly fetched.
Generations passed, yet it remained,
A symbol of resilience, strength ingrained.
The old wood stove, a cherished heirloom,
A beacon of comfort in every room.
Though now it rests, its fire gone dim,
Its legacy lives on, a cherished hymn.
The memories made, the tales it told,
Prompt: A Crystalline Lake
Mirror-like, serene and clear,
Reflecting skies so bright and sheer.
A jewel nestled in nature's embrace,
A tranquil oasis, a peaceful space.
Surrounded by mountains, majestic and tall,
Their peaks crowned with snow, standing proud and all.
A pristine beauty, untouched by time,
A symphony of nature, so sublime.
Sparkling waters, crystal clear,
Teeming with life, both far and near.
A haven for flora, a playground for fauna,
A treasure trove of life, a nature's sauna.
A sanctuary for solitude and peace,
Where worries and troubles find release.
A sanctuary for joy and delight,
Where memories are made, day and night.
A crystalline lake, a treasure rare,
A gem of nature, beyond compare.
A gift to cherish, a sight to behold,
A haven of serenity, a story untold.
Prompt: Mystical pharmacy bottles, lined in rows,
Holding secrets, ancient and unknown,
Potions and elixirs, concoctions rare,
A mystic brew, beyond compare.
Amber glass, with labels worn,
Whispering stories of potions born,
From distant lands, and realms unseen,
Holding mysteries, both dark and serene.
Unleashing powers, hidden within,
Cures for ailments, a magical spin,
Labeled with runes, symbols and signs,
Unlocking wisdom, of mystic kind.
Bottles of potions, shimmering bright,
Emanating aura, in ethereal light,
Each holding a key, to realms unknown,
A mystical treasure, to call your own.
So, delve into the world, of alchemy rare,
In these mystical bottles, secrets to share,
With potions brewed, from times of yore,
A mystical pharmacy, a realm to explore.
Prompt: A Zen guardsman, calm and still,
Meditates upon the hill,
A watchful eye, a tranquil heart,
In perfect harmony, a work of art.
With focused mind and steady breath,
He guards the gate, protecting death,
His armor gleams with inner light,
A beacon of peace, serene and bright.
He moves with grace, in mindful flow,
Unwavering, both high and low,
His sword a symbol of skillful means,
His presence calm, like gentle streams.
He embodies strength, yet seeks no fight,
His essence pure, a guiding light,
In perfect balance, he stands tall,
A Zen guardsman, guardian of all.
His wisdom deep, his spirit free,
He guards with love and unity,
In every moment, fully present,
A living testament to Zen's essence.
So in the stillness of his stance,
A Zen guardsman finds his trance,
A warrior of peace, unwavering and true,
A timeless symbol of Zen's virtue.
Prompt: Starry skies that twinkle bright,
A moon that casts its gentle light.
Silent whispers of the breeze,
Rustling leaves among the trees.
Sparkling waves upon the shore,
Sand that tickles, forevermore.
Seagulls soaring, wings unfurled,
A symphony of the natural world.
Laughter ringing in the air,
Love's embrace, so warm and rare.
Precious moments, heartbeats strong,
A melody that plays life's song.
Time that flies, oh, much too fast,
Moments cherished, destined to last.
Life's beauty, in every breath,
A poem of moments, beyond all depth.
Prompt: Rosie cheeks, a blush so sweet,
A sign of joy, a moment's treat.
A rosy hue, like blooming flowers,
A touch of warmth, in wintry hours.
Rosie cheeks, a sign of health,
A glow that speaks of life and wealth.
A flush that comes from laughter's cheer,
A reflection of joy, pure and clear.
Rosie cheeks, a child's delight,
After playing in the sun's warm light.
Or running through the autumn air,
With wind-kissed cheeks, so bright and fair.
Rosie cheeks, a lover's dream,
A tender blush, a heartfelt gleam.
A sign of shy affection's trace,
A symbol of love's gentle grace.
Rosie cheeks, a cherished sight,
A gift of nature's pure delight.
A reminder of life's simple pleasures,
Of moments shared, in love's own treasures.
So let us celebrate the rosy cheeks,
A symbol of joy that everyone seeks.
A reminder to savor life's small joys,
Prompt: A daring heist, under the moon's soft glow,
A plan devised, with precision and know-how.
A team assembled, skilled and sly,
With nerves of steel, and hearts that fly.
They move in shadows, with stealthy grace,
Each step calculated, at a measured pace.
Eyes alert, ears attuned,
As they slip past guards, in a darkened dune.
Vaults and safes, with locks to crack,
Lasers and alarms, they must out-hack.
Obstacles faced, with skill and flair,
They overcome, with a determined air.
The prize in sight, a fortune untold,
A treasure coveted, a treasure bold.
They move with speed, hearts racing high,
Adrenaline surges, as they reach the sky.
They make their escape, with cunning and speed,
A thrilling chase, as they take the lead.
Through narrow alleys, and winding streets,
They vanish into the night, with their loot so sweet.
A heist so daring, a feat of skill,
A tale of cunning, against all will.
They celebrate, with laughter and cheer,
For a heist well-done, with nothing to fear.
But caution whispers, in the back of their mind,
For thieves are hunted, by law enshrined.
They disappear into shadows once more,
A legacy of the heist, to forever endure.
Prompt: Alone and shunned, an outcast's plight,
Rejected, ostracized, from day to night.
Misunderstood, and judged too soon,
Their differences deemed, a cause for ruin.
They walk a path, less traveled by,
A solitary journey, under a sky.
Their heart heavy, with loneliness' weight,
Unseen, unnoticed, in a world of hate.
They long for acceptance, a place to belong,
To be understood, for who they are, so strong.
But they stand tall, despite the pain,
Unwilling to let their spirit wane.
For in their soul, a fire burns bright,
A resilience, a tenacity, a beacon of light.
They rise above, the judgment's sting,
Embracing their uniqueness, like a precious thing.
They find solace, in their own truth,
In their own worth, despite the bruise.
They pave their way, with courage and might,
A warrior, an individual, a soul's own right.
So let us see, beyond the surface cast,
And embrace the outcasts, with love that will last.
For in their differences, lies their strength,
A beauty unique, of immeasurable length.
Prompt: White Boy Rick, a tale of youth,
A story of struggle, with shades of truth.
A boy caught in a world, dark and tough,
A path that led to danger, but also love.
With streets as his playground, and crime as his game,
He navigated a world, without any shame.
A pawn in a game, beyond his control,
A story that unfolded, with a gripping hold.
In the midst of chaos, he sought his way,
With dreams and aspirations, day by day.
But the world he knew, was ruthless and cruel,
A battle he fought, against the world's rule.
With family by his side, and a heart so strong,
He faced challenges, that seemed so wrong.
He made mistakes, and paid the price,
But his spirit persevered, against all vice.
White Boy Rick, a name that rings true,
A story of resilience, of daring and rue.
A journey of a boy, who rose above,
A tale of courage, and unyielding love.
Prompt: Running with the Devil, a reckless race,
A high-stakes game, a perilous chase.
Through dark alleys, and fiery plains,
With adrenaline pumping, through pulsing veins.
A daring escapade, with risks untold,
A pact with danger, so bold and bold.
Chasing shadows, with a devil's grin,
Unaware of the trap, they're reeled in.
The thrill of speed, the rush of flight,
Running with the Devil, into the night.
Pushing limits, without a care,
Ignoring warnings, in the air.
But as the flames rise, and smoke fills the air,
Reality dawns, with a chilling stare.
The Devil's grip, tightens its hold,
As the consequences, unfold.
Regrets and fears, now creeping in,
As the race with the Devil, comes to its end.
Running with the Devil, a tempting thrill,
But the price to pay, can be uphill.
So be cautious, when making your choice,
For running with the Devil, may steal your voice.
Think twice, before you leap,
And remember, some paths are steep.
Prompt: A winding road, lined with vineyards and vales,
A journey to a place where wine prevails.
Through rolling hills and fields of green,
The road to wine country, a scenic scene.
Grapes basking in the sun's warm embrace,
Nurtured by the soil, in a perfect space.
Rows upon rows, with leaves aglow,
A symphony of flavors, waiting to bestow.
Vines stretching towards the sky with pride,
Bathed in the sunshine, reaching wide.
Clusters of grapes, in purple and green,
A promise of nectar, a wine lover's dream.
The air filled with aromas divine,
Hints of oak, and fruits that shine.
The taste of terroir, unique and bold,
A symphony of flavors, a story to be told.
Vineyards as far as the eye can see,
A canvas of nature's majesty.
A journey of the senses, a wine lover's delight,
On the road to wine country, a sensory flight.
Tasting rooms and cellars, a wine lover's haven,
With stories shared and memories woven.
Savoring each sip, with friends and kin,
The road to wine country, a journey within.
So, let's raise a glass and toast the vine,
To the road to wine country, so divine.
A voyage of taste, a sensory feast,
A celebration of nature's bountiful feast.
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takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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