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Last one for today. Another poem I wrote, this one Inspired by An Essay on Man by A. Pope.

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Know your own self, and do not seek the stars;
For what you seek is found in who you are.

Placed here between the heights of heaven and ground,
A creature vast in strength, yet tightly bound.
Too sharp to trust in doubt, too blind to see,
Too frail for pride, too proud for humility.
He walks a line where shadows blur the day,
In doubt to speak, or in silence stay.
In doubt if flesh or thought should take the reign,
Born to endure, yet always to complain.
His mind a storm where reason’s compass fails,
Too quick to chase the wind, too slow to sail.
A whirl of passion, fury, love, and hate,
By his own hand he shapes his fleeting fate.
Made half for joy, yet destined still to weep,
Ruler of all things, yet no secret keep.
In search of truth, yet stumbling in disguise;
A baffled fool, a wonder in disguise.

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Can the wings of the wind understand your cry,
O Second of the First, where flames twist high?
In the depths of my jaws, you are framed in fire,
As cups for a wedding, or flowers for desire.
Prepared in beauty for righteousness' room,
Where the heart beats loud through the chamber's gloom.

Stronger your feet than the stone, cold and bare,
Mightier your voices than the wild winds’ stare.
You are a building, not of brick or of wood,
But born from the thought of the All-Powerful, good.
"Arise!" calls the First, from the endless above,
Move toward His servants, in power and love.

Show forth your might, and let the world see,
A seething, a strength that flows endlessly.
For I am of Him who forever shall reign,
In the fire of His truth, untouched by pain.

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A toy idea im playing either. I am taking a text from the 17th century that I particularly like (original below) and trying to turn it into a rhyming poem. The above is what I have so far.

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Can the wings of the winds understand your voices of wonder, oh Second of the First? Whom the burning flames have framed within the depth of my jaws; whom I have prepared as cups for a wedding or as the flowers in their beauty for the chamber of righteousness. Stronger are your feet than the barren stone, and mightier are your voices than the manifold winds; for you are become a building such as is not, but in the mind of the All-Powerful. Arise, says the First; move, therefore, unto his servants; show yourselves in power, and make me a strong seething; for I am of Him that lives forever.

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@Gina

He deserves a cell right next to whoever thought clippy was a good idea.

@stux Good morning dear friend, hope you are well.

@SpaceLifeForm

Thank you. Every time I read it I flip and either love it or hate it.

@darth

Fedipage might want to implement this feature. I'll check it out, thanks.

@IceCubesApp

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@yukiame

While there are plenty of valid concerns with children taking hormone replacement honestly, this doesnt land. If there is any group of people who let hteir child make their own decisions rather than forcing it on them it is probably most liberal parents.

An extreme conservative will likely disown and beat their child for being gay. Ont he other hand a liberal gay couple would likely be completely accepting of a straight adopted child.

In lands of the dawn where the first light is spun,
There stands a garden where dreams have begun.
Its blossoms, they whisper imbued soft and bright,
As petals reflect both the day and the night.

To enter this realm, leave your burdens behind,
And let your heart soar where the stardust is kind.
A pathway of silver through shadows does lead,
To where time stands still, where wishes are freed.

An archway of vines holds the gate made of stone,
And through it, the winds will carry your own.
The air there is thick with the scent of the earth,
Where love blooms eternal, reborn in its mirth.

Above in the sky, the constellations dance,
Each star a soft echo of fate’s fleeting chance.
Yet hidden from sight is the crescent moon’s glow,
For only the dreamers its secret will know.

A fountain stands tall with its crystal clear stream,
It flows with the light from the heart of a dream.
The water, once still, now shimmers in waves,
And transforms to gold for the soul that is brave.

The fruit of this garden is shared without plea,
Each bite a reminder of life’s mystery.
The wine flows as freely as rivers in spring,
And joy fills the air like the song that they sing.

The dust of the stars fills each chalice with light,
And dragons still guard every blossom in sight.
For who would dare pluck from a dragon’s own tree,
When the heart's true desire lies wild and free?

The glow of the sun, through leaves thickly spread,
Turns moments to gems in their soft ruby red.
Each breath in this place is unwritten, unplanned,
And truth flows like rivers that carve out the land.

In this sacred space, you’ll find there are two—
The sun and the moon, bound in celestial hue.
The gods of the morning and night reunite,
To weave us in stories, in threads of pure light.

So come to this garden, where light and dark play,
Where wishes take flight at the close of the day.
Embrace the sun’s warmth, and let shadows be cast,
For here in this haven, forever will last.

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An attempted remix of one of my old poems... Thoughts? I think I like my old one better (link to the original for reference):

https://jeffreyfreeman.me/blog/the-mages-tavern/

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I have searched for you in the stillness
of winds that speak without voices,
in the heavy night where shadows weave
a tapestry of forgotten dreams.

Your hands, like rivers carved from light,
slip through my longing, through this fog of distance,
and though I cannot touch you,
I feel the pulse of your absence in my bones.
How quiet the world becomes when your touch is missing,
how the earth stands still, waiting for the sound
of your laughter to return like rain
to the desert.

The stars speak of you in their language of glimmer,
and every leaf, every quiet tremor of the earth
whispers your name as though it were
the only word that existed.

I want to hold you as the moon holds the sea,
as roots grip the soil in their secret embrace,
to taste the silence between your breaths
and let the spaces where you are not
be filled with the aching music of love.

What is this life, if not the endless pursuit
of the tender mystery you carry in your heart?
In the quiet hours when the sky blushes
with the first touch of dawn,
I will wait for you in the hollows of the wind,
in the spaces where only we exist—
silent, eternal, whole.

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Just a draft, not sure I even like it....

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@falken

Not to worry, I just doubled our DB instance (memory, cpu and IOPS all doubled) so erverything will be super slow for a bit while it updated (no downtime).. hopefully on the other thing everything will be fast again. If not ill debug further.

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