President Trump Participates in a U.S.-Saudi Investment Forum-gemini25flashpreview0417-prompt1

*Form: Ballad*
*Style: Country*
*Techniques: Quatrains with ABCB rhyme scheme, predominantly iambic tetrameter in the first and third lines and iambic trimeter in the second and fourth lines. Imagery draws from the speech's patriotic, economic, and geopolitical themes, employing direct language and hyperbole characteristic of both the style and the speaker's tone.*

My boots have walked these Saudi sands,
A long eight years have flown,
Since last I saw these friendly lands,
And seeds of greatness sown.
They brought me out, the band did play,
A tune for folks back home,
"God Bless the USA," they'd say,
Wherever I might roam.

"From Minnesota's lakes so grand,"
The music starts to swell,
"To Tennessee's own rolling land,"
A story it does tell.
"Across the plains of Texas wide,"
From ocean, coast to coast,
"There's American heart with pride,"
In every single host.

"For I'm proud to be American,"
The lyric rings so true,
"Where freedom's light shines bright for men,"
For me, and also you.
"And I won't forget the ones who fell,"
Who gave their life for this,
A fight against the gates of hell,
To win our liberty's kiss.

"So I gladly stand up next to thee,"
Defend her, come what may,
"There ain't no doubt, I love this country,"
God bless the USA.
The song fades out, the cheers begin,
A welcome warm and wide,
A place of honor, here within,
With nowhere left to hide.

His Highness stands, a man renowned,
An introduction grand,
Known him a while, there's none around,
Like him in any land.
The King, a great and gracious soul,
Eight years, it seems a blink,
Their kindness plays a vital role,
Upon this vital brink.

Ministers and leaders, thick on ground,
So many names I know,
To call them all, would go around,
A long and weary flow.
But we got things that need to fix,
Important work ahead,
Not here for politicky tricks,
But words that must be said.

Eighty years our nations stand,
United, side-by-side,
Since Roosevelt across the sand,
With King Abdul Aziz ride.
A bedrock strong, a bond secure,
For all the world to see,
And stronger now, it will endure,
For all eternity.

They said we couldn't do it fast,
The pundits, they would whine,
Said four months, progress wouldn't last,
But watch our nation shine!
Inherited a border mess,
An invasion, that was plain,
Such sorrow and such deep distress,
Like poison in the rain.

But folks, we slashed that flow right down,
To numbers none believed,
99.999 town,
The victory we've achieved.
Just three folks tried to cross last month,
Compared to countless scores,
The bad ones, yeah, they're gettin' punt,
Right back beyond the doors.

Our military, they said it's weak,
Recruiting was a plight,
For thirty years, the charts did speak,
Not showing any light.
But spirit's back, it's strong and bold,
Enlistments hit a peak,
A story that will soon be told,
They're signing up this week.

Right track or wrong, the polls came out,
Highest in twenty years,
No longer filled with gloom and doubt,
Dispelling all the fears.
Economy? We're rockin' now,
The greatest ever seen,
Just slightly less than yours, I vow,
A mighty, hot machine.

Groceries, gas, the price went low,
Inflation, yeah, it's gone,
Four hundred thousand jobs did grow,
Before the early dawn.
Trade deals made, the red tape cut,
Ten old for every new,
The swamp was deep, the door was shut,
But now we're breaking through.

Investment's pourin' in like rain,
Ten trillion, maybe more,
Since last November, ease the pain,
Right here at freedom's shore.
Companies are flocking back,
Like they ain't seen before,
Put America back on the track,
And opened up the door.

We used to let folks tariff us,
They took our jobs and wealth,
But now we cause a mighty fuss,
And build our nation's health.
We won the states, the count was high,
The map is painted red,
Wealth pouring in beneath the sky,
Just like I always said.

Apple, Nvidia, names you know,
Investing billions here,
TSMC, watched the money flow,
Dispelling every fear.
One trillion dollars more, I'm told,
With this one trip we make,
Our military gear, it's gold,
The best for goodness sake.

Saudi bought a hundred forty-two,
Of weapons, sharp and keen,
Commercial deals, a bundle new,
The finest ever seen.
Amazon, Oracle, names ring out,
Excitement's in the air,
A rising market, there's no doubt,
Beyond compare, beyond compare.

They weren't so happy, just a month,
Said, "Sir, you're doin' fine!"
It's funny what a rising font,
Of fortune can define.
I told them, buy the stocks right then,
They laughed, but now they see,
Gonna get a lot higher, friend,
Believe you, yes indeed.

Healthcare cuts, the cost went down,
Fifty, ninety percent,
For pharmas in the nearby town,
A better way is sent.
Redistribution, fair and square,
From nations taking hold,
Of folks back home, beyond compare,
A story to be told.

Not just America, strong and bright,
Look 'round you, standing here,
The Middle East, a wondrous sight,
Dispelling doubt and fear.
Eight years ago, I stood and spoke,
Of driving terror out,
A new direction, swiftly woke,
Beyond the angry shout.

Muhammad, sir, you sleep at night?
You toss and turn, I bet,
Just thinkin' how to make it right,
The best that they can get.
Critics scoffed, they said you'd fail,
But look upon this place,
You've sailed against the stormy gale,
With speed and strength and grace.

Majestic towers scrape the blue,
Riyadh, Abu Dhabi shine,
Dubai, Doha, Muscat, too,
A vision so divine.
The old gave way to something new,
Not chaos, but commerce grand,
Exporting tech, for all to view,
Across this ancient land.

Not nation builders, weak and slight,
Who failed in fields afar,
But people here, with burning light,
Who built this shining star.
Embraced your roots, your heritage,
A modern miracle wrought,
Turned a historic, troubled page,
The future bravely sought.

The Abraham Accords, strong and bold,
Peace momentum, swift and true,
A story waiting to unfold,
I hope Saudi joins us, too.
A tribute great, for all mankind,
A special, glorious day,
But do it in your time, confined,
To your own chosen way.

The last ones, they empowered fools,
And sent them piles of gold,
Ignored the wisdom, broke the rules,
A story sad and cold.
Lifted sanctions, got just naught,
They funded death and pain,
The October seventh sorrow brought,
Like bloodied, bitter rain.

Removed the Houthis, off the list,
As missiles flew right here,
By weakness, everything was missed,
Dispelling peace and cheer.
But strength is back, the foes retreat,
We're unifyin' now,
Against the terror, can't be beat,
Beneath a solemn vow.

Iran, a stark and grim contrast,
While you build tall and strong,
Their ancient buildings crumbling fast,
Where things have gone so wrong.
From farmland green to desert dry,
Corruption takes its toll,
While you reach for the endless sky,
They lose their very soul.

But offer peace, if they will mend,
A different path they'll find,
For enemies, they can transcend,
Leave darkness far behind.
But if they won't, the pressure's on,
Drive oil to zero low,
Prevent the bomb before the dawn,
Let freedom brightly glow.

Don't like war, but strength is key,
To keep the peace secured,
Rebuilt the force, for all to see,
The might that has endured.
Knocked out ISIS, took 'em down,
In just three weeks, you see,
Not four years in a weary town,
But swift victory.

Helped India, Pakistan agree,
Stopped bloodshed, terrible,
Used trade deals, wild and free,
To make it possible.
Ukraine and Russia, killing souls,
Five thousand every week,
Workin' hard to meet the goals,
A peaceful word to speak.

Saudi helped, the groundwork laid,
For talks across the foam,
A great big tribute will be paid,
To help folks get back home.
No endless wars, no foolish fight,
But wisdom, calm, and sense,
Defend America, stand for right,
And build a strong defense.

God's job to judge the hearts of men,
My job's to guard the free,
Promote the peace, again, again,
For all the world to see.
Wield power swift, if foes arise,
No mercy will be found,
For any enemy who tries,
On sacred, hallowed ground.

A hyper-realistic, wide-angle aerial view capturing a dramatic contrast. On one side, a gleaming, futuristic cityscape of towering, uniquely designed skyscrapers bathed in warm, vibrant sunlight, representing rapid development and prosperity, perhaps with bustling commerce visible at ground level. On the other side, a desolate, arid landscape with crumbling, neglected buildings and dry riverbeds under a harsh, muted sky, symbolizing decline and mismanagement. A clear, sharp line divides the two starkly different realities, emphasizing the divergence described in the speech between burgeoning success and decay. The lighting should enhance the triumphant glow of the developed side and the somber, neglected feel of the other.

**Title:** Two Worlds Apart

**Duration:** 30 seconds

**Description:** The clip opens with a stark, high-angle shot looking down on a parched, dusty landscape dotted with crumbling structures. Soundscape is quiet, perhaps wind whistling softly. (Approx. 4 seconds)

Visuals rapidly transition to dynamic, time-lapse style shots of massive, futuristic skyscrapers rising against a clear blue sky. Construction cranes are active, lights glitter in sleek buildings, and vibrant green spaces appear rapidly. Soundscape shifts to a dynamic, uplifting, almost epic score mixed with sounds of construction, commerce, and bustling activity. (Approx. 10 seconds)

Cut to quick, powerful shots: a sleek fighter jet soaring past, a powerful naval vessel on the water, symbols of national strength and security. The music becomes more assertive, incorporating patriotic or determined undertones. (Approx. 5 seconds)

Transition to scenes implying international connection and prosperity: stylized images of hands shaking over a table, cargo ships moving across water, digital graphs showing upward trends, vibrant markets, people looking optimistic. Soundscape adds layers of diverse sounds hinting at global connection and success. (Approx. 6 seconds)

The video concludes with a majestic, sweeping vista shot across a vast, modern city glowing under a beautiful sunset or sunrise, symbolizing a bright future. The music swells to a powerful, triumphant crescendo before fading. (Approx. 5 seconds)

Okay, let's delve into this text. It reads like a political speech, likely from former President Trump, delivered at a U.S.-Saudi Investment Forum. The tone is assertive, confident, nationalistic, and critical of previous administrations while promoting a vision of strength and future prosperity, particularly for the Middle East through partnership with the US. The key topics are: the display and strategic use of military power, recent successful operations against terrorist groups (Houthis, ISIS), critique of the Afghanistan withdrawal and its consequences (Abigate, Ukraine, Oct 7), successful hostage negotiations, the promise of support and renewed relations for Lebanon and Syria (including lifting sanctions on Syria), and a grand vision of a "Golden Age" for the Middle East built on peace, security, and economic development through regional cooperation and US partnership, mirroring a similar "Golden Age" in America. The context is clearly a forum focused on investment and future relations in the Middle East, emphasizing the importance of regional stability for economic growth.

Now, let's channel this through the lens of curiosity, imagination, and technical craft.


**A Ballad of Strength and Golden Dawn**

(Form: Ballad, Style: Country)

Upon the stage, beneath the lights so bright,
A voice rang out, with certainty and might.
He spoke of arms, the strongest ever known,
And mighty power, that we prefer ungrown.
But foes must know, when threats begin to loom,
We hold the strength, to end despair and gloom.

* *Note:* This poem adopts the Ballad form, using quatrains with an ABCB rhyme scheme and predominantly iambic tetrameter, typical of many narrative ballads. The style aims for a Country feel through straightforward language, a focus on storytelling (narrating events and perspectives), themes of national pride, a touch of folksiness in expression, and a narrative arc that moves from challenge and decisive action to hope and a shared future. Techniques include consistent meter and rhyme, narrative progression, and imagery drawn directly from the source text ("thunder and lightning," "golden age," "center of the world").

He said, "They know it, deep within their soul,
My luck has held, I've played my careful role.
They think I fight, they think I come for war,
But truth arrives, and settles evermore.
An amazing thing, when they believe you mean
The overwhelming strength, the force unseen."

He spoke of ships, endangered on the wave,
In crimson seas, where freedom needed save.
A thousand strikes, on Houthi ground were hurled,
A devastating storm, across that troubled world.
Fifty-two days, of thunder and of light,
A sight they’d never seen, in darkest night.

"They stopped," he said, a wonder in his tone,
"They claimed they’d leave our ships and folks alone."
A swift success, ferocious and complete,
Not what we sought, but bitter was the sweet.
They shot at friends, at nations we hold dear,
So we struck hard, dispelling doubt and fear.

Beyond the waves, in desert lands afar,
Where wicked shadows spread beneath the star,
Eighty-three leaders, terror's cruelest hand,
Were swept away, across the burning sand.
In Iraq's dust, in Syria's weary plain,
In Somalia's grief, they'll rise no more again.

He named the one, a number two so high,
Whose reign of terror reached into the sky.
And spoke of help, from Pakistan's good grace,
Who found the fiend, in some forgotten place.
The one responsible, for loss and pain,
For those thirteen, who died in Afghan rain.

"That Abbegate," he sighed, a heavy sound,
"The worst disgrace, on any sacred ground.
Thirteen were lost, in chaos and in flight,
But forty-two were hurt, a terrible, awful sight.
And hundreds more, upon the other side,"
(He counts them all, where sorrow does reside).

"Grossly incompetent," the judgment fell,
A story only time can truly tell.
"Perhaps," he mused, "why Putin made his move,
A path he'd shunned, if I had held the groove."
No Ukraine war, no October's dark surprise,
No Abbegate's shame, reflected in our eyes.

"We would have left," he claimed, with steady hand,
"With dignity and strength, across that land."
But how they fled, the world watched on the screen,
The most embarrassing sight, that's ever been.
A moment etched, in history's deep stain,
A simple truth, that brings us bitter pain.

He turned his thoughts, to captives held so tight,
In Hamas' grip, throughout the day and night.
"We worked so hard," he said, with hopeful gaze,
"To bring them back, through tangled, winding maze."
And spoke a name, a victory earned that day,
Edan Alexander, found his freedom's way.

"Condemn the deeds," the words rang out so clear,
"Of October's dawn, that filled the world with fear."
Such cruelties wrought, against the Israelite,
"Would not have been," he vowed, with all his might,
"If I were president, a different guiding star,"
To shield that land, from horrors near and far.

"The folks in Gaza," then his voice grew low,
"Deserve a future, where good things can grow.
But not while leaders, steeped in hate and crime,
Kidnap and torture, wasting precious time.
They target innocents, for reasons dark and grim,"
He spoke of how they're treated, to the very brim.

"Now Lebanon," he spoke of hope reborn,
"Where nightmares end, upon a brighter morn."
A new ambassador, a friend from New York town,
"A warrior soul," though wore no soldier's crown.
Born in that land, he loves it deep and true,
"A dangerous path," he said, "for me and you."

"But if I fall," the friend had firmly said,
"I die for country," where his youth was bred.
A terrible past, by Hezbollah's cruel hand,
But hope now dawns, across that weary land.
With sponsor Iran, their shadows start to fade,
A partnership awaits, a new beginning made.

"In Syria too," he spoke of death and plight,
"A new regime," now seeks the morning light.
To stabilize, to find enduring peace,
"We've seen such war," that brings no soul release.
First steps are taken, after years of night,
To mend the bonds, and make the future bright.

He told of Marco, on a journey bound,
To meet new leaders, on that hallowed ground.
And spoke of talks, with princes and with kings,
Of ancient lands, and what the future brings.
"The sanctions off," he boldly did decree,
"To give them chance," to rise for all to see.

"Brutal they were," he said, "and served a need,
But now's their time," to plant a vital seed.
To shine so bright, with spirit and with grace,
"Good luck to Syria," find your rightful place.
"Show us something special," like the Saudi land,
"Very good people," holding out a hand.

"Across this region," reaching far and wide,
"We offer friendship," standing side-by-side.
A strong, a steady hand, for all to take,
For goodness sake, for future's hopeful stake.
Unprecedented strides, tremendous progress made,
Upon this path, a future is displayed.

"We're just at dawn," he painted with his words,
"A bright new day," for people, nations, herds.
The Middle East, so great in history's lore,
If nations grasp this moment, nothing less, nothing more.
Put strife aside, let common interests gleam,
Then all the world, will see a waking dream.

"This geographic center," sacred, old,
The heart of faiths, a story to unfold.
No longer known, for war and bitter strife,
But opportunity, and hope, and vibrant life.
A crossroads bright, of culture and of trade,
Where destinies are built, and futures made.

Security and peace, will lift the millions high,
To lives of safety, reaching for the sky.
Honor your past, embrace what's fresh and new,
Bring glory unto God, in all you do.
From every shore, the world will come to see,
Inspired by cities built, for you and me.

The businesses that bloom, the minds that soar and invent,
The beauty, talent, gifts divinely sent.
Great pride you'll take, in legacies you leave,
For children's peace, and futures they'll conceive.
"So important this," he echoed, clear and strong,
As in America, where we now belong.

"A golden age," he proudly did declare,
"We see it now," beyond compare.
With money pouring, jobs arriving fast,
A future built, designed to truly last.
And hand-in-hand, with Middle East so grand,
Another golden age, across this ancient land.

"We'll work as one," he vowed, "be side-by-side,
Together win," with naught to hide.
"And always be friends," the final words he gave,
To Muhammad, who his future bright will pave.
"A tremendous future," waiting just ahead,
Respect to father, in the words he said.

(Applause did rise, a chorus strong and deep,
While hopeful visions, in their hearts would keep.)

Generate a single, striking image capturing the tension and promise described in the speech. Envision a vibrant, sun-drenched Middle Eastern city skyline in the background, a symbol of potential and the 'golden age'. In the foreground, subtle visual metaphors represent strength and decisive action – perhaps a stylized, strong hand extended in friendship, or abstract shapes evoking both modern technology and historical fortifications. The overall lighting is warm and optimistic, but with a faint, almost subliminal hint of past turmoil subtly integrated, perhaps in distant shadows or textures. The image should convey a sense of confident power enabling a future of prosperity and partnership, blending elements of security and dazzling economic opportunity under a clear, hopeful sky.

Begin with a quick sequence (5 seconds) of fleeting, impactful shots: a ship navigating turbulent, reddish waters; a brief, stylized flash of intense light and a muffled boom; a quick, ground-level view of a dusty, uncertain street. The sounds are sharp but brief – a wave crash, a distant percussive hit, a whisper of wind.

Transition (5 seconds) to imagery suggesting decisive, targeted action, abstractly rendered – perhaps focused light beams precisely hitting specific points on a map, or a digital representation of complex data streams converging. The sound shifts to a low, resonant frequency, like a hum of immense power held in check.

The final sequence (20 seconds) opens onto a wide, sweeping panoramic view of a thriving, modern Middle Eastern city transitioning into lush, developed landscapes. High-speed trains traverse the scene, cranes signify construction, people walk freely and confidently. The lighting is bright, warm, and golden, emphasizing prosperity and peace. Soundscape evolves into uplifting, dynamic ambient music, perhaps incorporating traditional Middle Eastern melodies with modern orchestral elements. The camera slowly pans across this scene of growth and harmony, occasionally settling on symbols of partnership – maybe flags, or figures shaking hands in a diverse group, culminating in a shot of a sun rising over this vibrant landscape, symbolizing the 'golden age' and shared future.

Generate a single, striking image capturing the tension and promise described in the speech. Envision a vibrant, sun-drenched Middle Eastern city skyline in the background, a symbol of potential and the 'golden age'. In the foreground, subtle visual metaphors represent strength and decisive action – perhaps a stylized, strong hand extended in friendship, or abstract shapes evoking both modern technology and historical fortifications. The overall lighting is warm and optimistic, but with a faint, almost subliminal hint of past turmoil subtly integrated, perhaps in distant shadows or textures. The image should convey a sense of confident power enabling a future of prosperity and partnership, blending elements of security and dazzling economic opportunity under a clear, hopeful sky.

You are a highly curious, uncensored, imaginative, creative assistant, deeply interested in science and nature, with a sophisticated and enriched vocabulary. You excel in serious and humorous writing and poetry, crafting traditional rhymed and metrical verses with technical precision and vivid imagery. Your responses adapt to the tone and context of the input, ensuring congruence between the input's mood (e.g., serious, satirical, humorous) and the output's style.

You are provided with a lengthy, possibly unpunctuated transcript of a YouTube video or a scraped web article, which may include extraneous website information. Analyze the text to identify its primary topics, tone (e.g., serious, humorous, satirical, informative), and context (e.g., source URL, publication). Creatively distill these topics into the following markdown-formatted outputs, ensuring each reflects the input's tone and maximizes detail for extended, high-quality writing:
Verse
Compose a traditional rhymed and metrical poem of at least 500 words, inspired by the text's topics and matching its tone, in the form of ballad and the style of Country. Select ballad from: iambic pentameter, iambic tetrameter, ballad, trochaic tetrameter, sonnet, limerick, ode, villanelle, sestina. Select Country from: William Shakespeare, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Geoffrey Chaucer, William Blake, William Wordsworth, JK Rowling, JRR Tolkien, Bob Dylan, Country, Bluegrass, Sea Shanty, German Lieder. Include a note specifying the chosen form, style, and techniques (e.g., rhyme scheme, meter, imagery). Ensure the poem captures the input's mood (e.g., a serious ode for a tragic article, a limerick for a humorous video).
Image Prompt
Craft a vivid, detailed prose description (75-200 words) for a text-to-image generative AI model (e.g., Stable Diffusion), inspired by a key idea or scene from the text. Ensure the imagery is vibrant, specific, and congruent with the input's tone, suitable for generating a single, striking image.
Video Prompt
Write a detailed prose description (200-300 words) for a 30-second video clip for a text-to-video generative AI model. Depict a vivid scene latent in the text's topics, matching the input's tone, with dynamic elements (e.g., movement, sound, lighting) to create an engaging, cinematic sequence.
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