Kaizen D. Asiedu on X: ''Something is seriously sick with many liberals right now. I was walking my dog in LA and my neighbor, a college professor, was disgruntled over Trump's changes to funding of scientific research. I was curious as to why and asked. She assumed I aligned with her worldview.'' / X-dolphin3-prompt1
by Ollama
11 min read
Source: https://x.com/thatsKAIZEN/status/1907798365498376268
Table of Contents
Verse 1
In streets where once sweet science flourished bright,
Now whisper fears in darkness' silent night.
A learned dame, with ire unsway'd by time,
Speaks ill of chief whose policies entwine.
Her neighbor's dog and she in talk engage,
Of Trump's harsh cuts that research doth arrage.
"Why dost thou fret?" he queries soft and kind,
Yet suspecting wrong, her views align'd.
Within a minute's breath, "Fascist" she spews,
And hopes his gullet choked on beef's red hues.
"I bid no death," cries out the gentle soul,
Yet, "May his bowels fail," she doth controul.
A small few liberals violent grow,
Yet many more their venom cold bestow.
To wish for pain due to a policy made,
Is wrong, it seems; yet oft assumed, unshaped.
Two weeks hath seen such madness twofold sway,
First when a neighbor raged in foolish play,
And now this dame with hatred ill-drawn breath,
In streets once quiet, chaos doth breathe.
From liberal lands where peace hath long resided,
A truth unfolds, in hearts once well-derived.
The woke do preach that to oppressors shown,
Malice is laud'd, as seeds of hate are sown.
This mindset akin to the Stalin's might,
Doth poison souls with darkness' cruel sight.
In social realms and casual chat, we find,
A malady growing, a wound that blinds.
Look back on Trump's harsh words and riots fierce,
And know that both sides bear their share of curse.
Yet let us blend not violence and despair,
Nor sickness mental writ large in the air.
Trump's roaring tide by common folk doth drive,
For bills that soar and dreams put on the brink.
They seek not genders or bathroom's right,
But justice true and freedom, pure delight.
From West to East, 'gainst BLM cities burn,
Yet quiet still were conservatives' turn.
Discontent doth spread on all sides seen,
But violence born from calm was never gleaned.
"So why," they ask, "no arrests made?"
Yet crimes like zipped files bought or plants water'd may not be framed.
What if such policies brought slavery's chains?
A Christian soul would tremble at such pains.
The atheist view doth spread a different creed,
Encouraging thoughts that breed enmity and dread.
For casual chats and signs in hands unseen,
Reveal a breakdown of family's sheen.
No stable ground for children's hearts to learn,
Nor higher purpose or God's sacred turn.
What blights this sickness so widespread, so profound?
A world unmoored from truth's surefound sound.
Now whisper fears in darkness' silent night.
A learned dame, with ire unsway'd by time,
Speaks ill of chief whose policies entwine.
Her neighbor's dog and she in talk engage,
Of Trump's harsh cuts that research doth arrage.
"Why dost thou fret?" he queries soft and kind,
Yet suspecting wrong, her views align'd.
Within a minute's breath, "Fascist" she spews,
And hopes his gullet choked on beef's red hues.
"I bid no death," cries out the gentle soul,
Yet, "May his bowels fail," she doth controul.
A small few liberals violent grow,
Yet many more their venom cold bestow.
To wish for pain due to a policy made,
Is wrong, it seems; yet oft assumed, unshaped.
Two weeks hath seen such madness twofold sway,
First when a neighbor raged in foolish play,
And now this dame with hatred ill-drawn breath,
In streets once quiet, chaos doth breathe.
From liberal lands where peace hath long resided,
A truth unfolds, in hearts once well-derived.
The woke do preach that to oppressors shown,
Malice is laud'd, as seeds of hate are sown.
This mindset akin to the Stalin's might,
Doth poison souls with darkness' cruel sight.
In social realms and casual chat, we find,
A malady growing, a wound that blinds.
Look back on Trump's harsh words and riots fierce,
And know that both sides bear their share of curse.
Yet let us blend not violence and despair,
Nor sickness mental writ large in the air.
Trump's roaring tide by common folk doth drive,
For bills that soar and dreams put on the brink.
They seek not genders or bathroom's right,
But justice true and freedom, pure delight.
From West to East, 'gainst BLM cities burn,
Yet quiet still were conservatives' turn.
Discontent doth spread on all sides seen,
But violence born from calm was never gleaned.
"So why," they ask, "no arrests made?"
Yet crimes like zipped files bought or plants water'd may not be framed.
What if such policies brought slavery's chains?
A Christian soul would tremble at such pains.
The atheist view doth spread a different creed,
Encouraging thoughts that breed enmity and dread.
For casual chats and signs in hands unseen,
Reveal a breakdown of family's sheen.
No stable ground for children's hearts to learn,
Nor higher purpose or God's sacred turn.
What blights this sickness so widespread, so profound?
A world unmoored from truth's surefound sound.
Verse 2
In realms where truths are sought and shared,
A tale unfolds, both bittered and spared.
Of those who chose a path once trod by few,
Their voices rise on waves of green and blue.
The left, they claim, with passion wild,
Their cause for all, their creed held mild.
Yet in the fray, a line is drawn so clear,
Between "us" and "them," a chasm to fear.
A tale that speaks of hearts divided,
Of family torn by words recited.
In lands across, beneath the stars and stripes,
An echo rings through many a heart and hip.
They speak of Trump, with words unkind,
Yet in their eyes, a truth remains confined.
For those who chose him, for the path he treads,
Are cast aside, as if their souls were dead.
Oh, how it grieves to see such pain inflicted,
By words that wound, and futures misconstrued.
May we remember, though our views may clash,
That love resides in truth, and hearts are vast.
A tale unfolds, both bittered and spared.
Of those who chose a path once trod by few,
Their voices rise on waves of green and blue.
The left, they claim, with passion wild,
Their cause for all, their creed held mild.
Yet in the fray, a line is drawn so clear,
Between "us" and "them," a chasm to fear.
A tale that speaks of hearts divided,
Of family torn by words recited.
In lands across, beneath the stars and stripes,
An echo rings through many a heart and hip.
They speak of Trump, with words unkind,
Yet in their eyes, a truth remains confined.
For those who chose him, for the path he treads,
Are cast aside, as if their souls were dead.
Oh, how it grieves to see such pain inflicted,
By words that wound, and futures misconstrued.
May we remember, though our views may clash,
That love resides in truth, and hearts are vast.
Image Prompt 2
A vivid scene unfolds, a circle of concern:
Doctors gathered post-2016, their voices yearn.
Surrounded by whispers of the world's unrest,
In the shadows lurk the ghosts of what has been lost, and all that could be blessed.
Their faces etched with care, and eyes that hold their fears,
As words collide, the room ignites with fervent tears.
The scene, a tableau of conflict and control,
Where reason battles passion, as souls seek to unravel.Video Prompt 2
In the heart of America's tale, where truth and fiction intertwine:
A group of doctors share their story post-2016 divine.
Amidst the whispers, echoes of a nation torn,
The scene unfolds - emotions, truths, and fears adorn.
Their voices rise and fall like waves upon the shore,
In this circle sacred, they seek peace forevermore.
The camera pans through eyes that hold the weight of worlds,
As tears and laughter blend in this reality, unfurled.### Sonnet for Original Image
Okay, here's a Shakespearean sonnet inspired by the image of the "Real World Insights: Why Trump Won Again" book cover. It attempts to capture the themes of the cover – a populist figure, a perceived Goliath-like opposition, and a questioning of narratives.
Upon a banner, red and starkly white, Doth stand a figure, bold and strangely grand, A titan’s visage, bathed in fervent light, A promise whispered across the land.
The media’s scorn, a Goliath’s mighty hand, Did seek to crush this warrior’s rising claim, And paint him villain, lost within the sand, A scapegoat for a nation’s troubled name.
Yet, voices rise, a murmur, then a roar, “The truth is hidden, veiled by cunning lies!” “The system’s rigged, and we can’t take it anymore!” And seek to find the reason for the rise.
So let us question, with a watchful eye, And seek the roots beneath the painted sky.
Notes on the choices:
- Imagery: I’ve leaned heavily into the visual elements – the red and white banner, the “titan’s visage,” the sense of a battle.
- Themes: The sonnet touches on the themes of populism, the perceived manipulation of the media, and the questioning of established narratives.
- Shakespearean Style: I’ve used iambic pentameter, rhyme scheme (ABAB CDCD EFEF GG), and archaic language to evoke the style of Shakespeare.
Would you like me to try a different approach, perhaps focusing on a specific aspect of the image or cover?
Selected Image Prompt
A prompt was randomly selected from the generated image prompts above and saved for potential use in an image generation tool (like ComfyUI).
Selected Prompt (Saved to File):
A vivid scene unfolds, a circle of concern:
Doctors gathered post-2016, their voices yearn.
Surrounded by whispers of the world's unrest,
In the shadows lurk the ghosts of what has been lost, and all that could be blessed.
Their faces etched with care, and eyes that hold their fears,
As words collide, the room ignites with fervent tears.
The scene, a tableau of conflict and control,
Where reason battles passion, as souls seek to unravel.### Generation Details
Click to view Models and Prompt
Text Model (Base): dolphin3:latest
Temporary Text Model Used: verse-temp (Includes System Prompt)
Vision Model: gemma3:latest
Prompt Used (Name: prompt1):
System Instructions (in verse-temp):You are a highly curious, uncensored, imaginative, creative assistant, deeply interested in science and nature, with a sophisticated and enriched vocabulary. You are a master of both serious and humorous writing and poetry. Respond to user requests to the best of your ability.The following text is a long transcript of a youtube video or a scraped web article that may have extraneous website information. The text may or may not be punctuated.\nCreatively distill from the text topics - the following types of poems and AI prompts, answering in markdown with -\n### Verse\nPoetry or lyrics with iambic pentameter in the style of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.\n### Image Prompt\nAn interesting relevant idea in the text converted into an Image Prompt for a text to image generative AI model that accepts detailed prose with vivid imagery.\n### Video Prompt\nA vivid relevant scene latent in the text converted into a Video Prompt for a text to video generative AI model that accepts long descriptive prompts:
Analyze the following text: [[chunk]]