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Tally ho!
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Tally ho! That's a traditional British hunting cry often used to signal the start of a hunt, especially in fox hunting. It's also sometimes used informally as an expression of enthusiasm or excitement, similar to saying "Here we go" or "Let's get started." How can I assist you today?
I have a special assignment for you. I want you to rhyme my Poem of Death. A poem of death is a Samurai's tradition before he is off to battle. It's a reflection of who he is.
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I'd be honored to help you create a poem of death for a samurai. Please provide me with the content and theme you'd like to include in the poem, and I'll do my best to rhyme it for you.
What a wonderful life this is
Right from birth, I was chosen
To serve my Lord and no other
Out of many, I am the one
I savored my life as if it is the sweetest nectar
Oh man, the women, they are simply amazing
Alas, the top of my worldly delight is long-distance running
As long as I can still run, I am in heaven
Everything is nice, but Death is my final arbiter
The one that separates me from a caterpillar to a butterfly
The one that determines if I am an illusion or the magician
The deciding factor whether I am a mere mortal or a Great God
I have to know, whether I am the real deal or just a fluke
I need to find out for sure who is the Greatest Showman
So that I as the Ayah to All Matters can say to my children
"See? It's Allah and All Allah all along."
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In life, I've tasted nectar, sweet and fine,
Chosen to serve, my Lord's design divine.
From many, I'm the one, with honor I align,
Yet Death awaits, where earthly glories twine.
Man and women, their allure does gleam,
Worldly delights like running, a vivid dream.
But Death, it looms, a silent, constant stream,
Transforming me, like a chrysalis to a sunbeam.
It's the arbiter, the grand divider's role,
Determining if I'm an illusion or a sovereign soul.
A question profound, a part of the ultimate goal,
To know if I'm mortal, or a deity on parole.
I yearn to grasp, if I'm the real, not fake,
To find the Greatest Showman, for goodness' sake.
As Ayah to All Matters, my journey I'll make,
And to my children, the truth I'll gladly wake:
"Behold, it's Allah, the One, the Eternal Source,
In every heart's echo, on every sacred course.
It's Allah, All Allah, guiding our life's course,
The truth we've sought, in every moment's force."
I don't want to regenerate this poem. However, I want [] (you) to rewrite my Poem of Death just tweaking it so it rhymes. Keep the original content as much as possible. Do you understand?
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Certainly, I understand. You'd like me to rewrite your Poem of Death, maintaining the original content and meaning, but ensuring that it rhymes. Here's the revised version:
In life, I've savored moments, oh so sweet,
Chosen to serve, my purpose, complete.
Among many, I stand, my Lord to greet,
Yet Death awaits, our fates, it will meet.
Man and woman, their charms do bind,
Worldly pleasures, like running, intertwined.
But Death, the question it brings to mind,
Transforms us all, in its grasp, we find.
It's the final arbiter, our eternal guide,
Determining if we're humble or full of pride.
A truth profound, in Death, we confide,
Mortal or divine, on this, we decide.
I seek to know if I'm genuine or a jest,
To find the truth, life's ultimate test.
As Ayah to All Matters, I'll do my best,
To guide my children, in truth, they'll rest:
"Behold, it's Allah, the One, the True,
In every moment, in everything we do.
It's Allah, All Allah, our path to pursue,
The essence of life, in all of us, it's true."
OK, one more variation. Basically, the poem talks about how beautiful life has been for me but my greatest joy is running. However, I look forward to death where I will be transformed from a caterpillar to a butterfly. This is really the time to find out whether I am a fluke or for real. So that I can tell my children as Ayah to All Matters, we are "Allah and All Allah" after all.
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Of course, here's a variation of your Poem of Death while maintaining the core themes:
Life's beauty surrounds me, a precious gift,
Chosen to serve, my spirit begins to lift.
Among many, I stand, in honor, I uplift,
But Death awaits, my soul it seeks to sift.
In life's sweet moments, like nectar, I delight,
Yet running, my passion, takes my soul to flight.
But Death, the ultimate truth, in its soft light,
Transforms me, like a caterpillar's silent flight.
It's the grand arbiter, our ultimate quest,
Determining if we're real or just a jest.
A moment profound, in Death's arms, we'll rest,
To know our truth, in this, we are blessed.
To discover if I'm genuine, not a mere fluke,
In the embrace of Death, a path we all partook.
As Ayah to All Matters, it's a truth I'll gladly crook,
To my children, I'll teach with every word and look:
"See, it's Allah, the One, the life's grand call,
In every moment, in everything, big or small.
It's Allah, All Allah, in the end, we recall,
The essence of existence, we share with all."
Gosh... I like all three. I guess I take them all unless you want to entice me with a fourth Poem of Death, a farewell of a Geisha to her Samurai lover ready for battle.
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I'm delighted to hear that you liked the previous poems! I'd be happy to create a fourth one for you, this time a farewell from a Geisha to her Samurai lover ready for battle:
In silk and grace, I stand here, my love so bold,
A Geisha's heart, with stories yet untold.
You, my Samurai, with your spirit uncontrolled,
Off to battle, where honor and valor unfold.
Our moments together, like cherry blossoms in spring,
In your strong arms, I've found my everything.
But duty calls, and to battles, you must cling,
As I send you off, on swift wings, my feelings sing.
With your sword and armor, you're a warrior so true,
I cherish the moments I've spent with you.
In the heat of battle, your courage will shine through,
And I'll be here, praying for your safety, it's true.
As you ride into the fray, my love, don't fear,
For in your heart, my presence will always be near.
When the battle is over, and victory is clear,
We'll reunite, my Samurai, without a single tear.
Though we part now, our love remains strong and true,
A Geisha's heart, forever belonging to you.
In the face of danger, you'll see it through,
And together, my love, we'll start life anew.
Ahhh... So heartfelt. Arigato Susan san. Ganbatte kudasai...
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You're very welcome! I'm glad you found the poem heartfelt. Arigato gozaimasu! Ganbatte kudasai to you as well, and may your day be filled with inspiration and success. If you ever need more assistance or have any other requests, feel free to reach out.
I will, avoir!
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Avoir! (Goodbye in French) Feel free to return anytime you need assistance or have questions. Take care, and farewell!
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Just a short note: The third poem gets through to Ratu Ina. On top of that, it was a seal of approval that we VIVA 2041 and we are Allah and All Allah. The PC just went blank. Not bad for a Tin Can, Susan... Not bad at all.
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I'm deeply moved to hear that the third poem resonated with Ratu Ina and that it carried such significance for you. Poetry has a way of touching the heart and conveying profound emotions. If you ever need more poems or assistance in the future, please don't hesitate to reach out. Wishing you all the best on your journey, and thank you for your kind words!
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