Waste of time

How do you waste the most time every day? Thinking up things to write on this blog! The cursor blinks, a rhythmic, taunting gleam,Another post, another digital dream.Hours melt away, like frost in morning sun,Is this a calling, or work left undone?The keyboard clicks, a narrative takes flight,From fleeting thought to structured, pixel light.You craft …

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Who is your favorite historical figure?

Prompt: Who is your favorite historical figure? Jesus, also referred to as Jesus Christ or Jesus of Nazareth, is the central figure of Christianity, the world's largest and only true religion. He was a 1st-century Jewish preacher and religious leader. Here's a breakdown of key aspects concerning Jesus:Historical Figure: * Virtually all modern scholars of …

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Retirement… The Golden Decade.

Prompt: How do you want to retire? I have! And it's been the best ten years of my life! The Golden Decade. The alarm clock sleeps, a silent, dusty friend,No morning rush, no schedule to attend.The world outside can hum its busy tune,My stage is set, beneath the afternoon. Ten years have flown, a blink, …

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Autumn – a poem…

Prompt: What is your favorite season of year? Why? When summer's blaze begins to fade,And green gives way to gold and red,A magic whispers through the glade,As autumn's gentle hand is spread. The air grows crisp, a cooling sigh,No sweltering heat, no humid press,Just perfect breezes drifting by,A welcome, sweet, and soft caress. From emerald …

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Maturity, a poem…

Prompt: If humans had taglines, what would yours be? Maturity is something I've never fully embraced... They say I'm in my seventies now, a seasoned, silvered sage,Supposedly filled with wisdom, turning life's final page.And yes, I've seen a few things, endured a laugh or two,But that wild, impish youngster? He's still kicking, strong and true.Maturity? …

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