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Love Blooms Beyond Boundaries
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Write a poem in EE Cummings style about a 50 year old, divorced IT entrepreneur falling in love with a 32 year old daughter of an ex military officer
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in this world of wires and codes
where love often fades and erodes,
there blossomed a tale so unforeseen,
of a divorced entrepreneur, aged fifty, keen.
his name was Jack, an IT maven,
who once built empires, lives he'd save in,
but amidst the triumphs, he found himself alone,
his heartache whispered in a silent, mournful tone.
then fate took a turn, as if by design,
when he met her, a muse, so fine,
the daughter of an ex-military man,
at thirty-two, she held dreams in her hand.
her name was Lily, a spirit so bright,
with a fire in her eyes, full of life's light,
she carried grace, a gentle demeanor,
an explorer of depths, an inquisitive gleaner.
they met one day, at a café quaint,
destiny's hand, it seemed, it ain't,
but their souls collided, in that single glance,
setting their hearts alight, a second chance.
Jack, the seasoned soul, worn by time,
found solace in Lily's laughter sublime,
her youthful spirit breathed life anew,
infusing his days with colors hitherto.
Lily, too, was drawn to Jack's wisdom's gleam,
a man who'd weathered storms, a seasoned dream,
his scars etched stories, his strength defined,
a universe of experience, entwined.
they spoke in whispers, in tender rhymes,
their souls danced, entangled, in love's chimes,
age became a mere number, a trivial measure,
as they found solace, in hearts' secret treasure.
they ventured forth, hand in hand,
a 50-year-old and a 32-year-old, a love so grand,
together they'd weave a tapestry of their own,
where past and future merged, love fully grown.
in this tale of unexpected hearts entwined,
a divorced entrepreneur, aged fifty, refined,
and a daughter of an ex-military man,
at thirty-two, they embraced love's plan.
for love knows no boundaries, no societal norm,
it ignites the spirit, creates a vibrant storm,
in the poetry of life, where souls intertwine,
age is but a number, love's sweetest design.
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Eliminate half the lines and every reference to design
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In a world of wires and codes,
love fades, erodes.
A divorced entrepreneur, aged fifty, keen,
his heartache whispers, mournful, unseen.
Fate turns, unexpected, by chance,
he meets her, spirit bright, love's dance.
Lily, daughter of an ex-military man,
at thirty-two, dreams in her hand.
Jack, a seasoned soul, worn by time,
finds solace in Lily's laughter, sublime.
Her youthful spirit breathes life anew,
infusing his days with colors, true.
Age becomes a number, trivial, small,
as they find solace in love's call.
Hand in hand, they venture forth,
a 50-year-old, a 32-year-old, love's worth.
In this tale, hearts entwined,
divorced entrepreneur, refined,
and the daughter of an ex-military man,
embracing love's plan.
Love knows no boundaries, societal norms,
it ignites the spirit, creates vibrant storms.
In life's poetry, where souls intertwine,
age is a number, love's sweetest line.
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Eliminate all rhyme and add the word pusillanimous and also calico cat. Make it sound like the poem was written by a cockney pickpocket
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In this bloomin' world of wires and codes,
where love goes pear-shaped, fades, and erodes,
there's a story, mate, 'bout an old bloke, fifty years passed,
divorced, he was, an' a pusillanimous entrepreneur, didn't last.
Jack, 'is name, a right clever IT wiz,
used to build stuff, 'ave 'is biz,
but life dealt 'im a dodgy 'and,
left 'im alone, broken, couldn't understand.
One fine day, a chance encounter down the lane,
he bumped into a lass, a bit younger, not so mundane,
daughter of some ex-army geezer, strong as can be,
a calico cat, mate, full of curiosity.
Lily, she's called, a spirit so bright,
eyes sparklin' with life, like stars in the night,
Jack, 'e couldn't believe, 'e 'ad a second chance,
to find love again, a bit of romance.
The old bloke, worn by time's cruel whip,
found solace in Lily's laughter, a sweet sip,
'Er youthful spirit breathed life in 'is veins,
like a calico cat, playin' in summer rains.
Hand in 'and, they stepped into the fray,
a fifty-year-old and a thirty-two-year-old, 'ere to stay,
age became a number, don't mean a bleedin' thing,
when love's 'round, you see, it's fit for a king.
Together they wandered, through the ups and the downs,
a pickpocket's heart, catchin' love's pounds,
in this topsy-turvy world, where souls collide,
their story, mate, it fills me with pride.
Love don't care 'bout boundaries, or societal chat,
it don't mind if you're a calico cat,
so listen up, mates, don't be pusillanimous, see,
grab love by the collar, let it set you free.
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Can you do the same in franglais with the noun chair and little
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Dans ce monde de câbles et de codes,
Où l'amour s'évapore, se corrode,
Y'avait un gars, divorcé, cinquante piges passées,
Un entrepreneur pusillanime, pouah, ça l'a pas trop duré.
Jack, son p'tit nom, un briscard de l'informatique,
Bâtissait des trucs, gérait sa boutique,
Mais la vie lui a fait un sale tour,
L'a laissé seul, brisé, sans secours.
Un beau jour, dans un coin de rue,
Il rencontre une donzelle, plus jeune, un peu tordue,
La fille d'un ancien militaire, solide comme du roc,
Un petit chat tigré, plein de curiosité, un choc.
Lily, c'est son nom, un esprit rayonnant,
Des yeux qui pétillent, comme des étoiles dans l'instant,
Jack, il pouvait pas y croire, une deuxième chance,
Retrouver l'amour, un peu de romance.
L'ancien bonhomme, usé par le temps qui file,
Trouve réconfort dans le rire de Lily, une douce aiguille,
Son esprit juvénile insuffle vie dans ses veines,
Comme un petit chat tigré qui joue sous la pluie d'été, une scène.
Main dans la main, ils se lancent dans la mêlée,
Un quinqua et une trentenaire, pour l'éternité,
L'âge devient un chiffre, sans importance, tu vois,
Quand l'amour s'en mêle, c'est la fête des rois.
Ensemble, ils errent dans les hauts et les bas,
Le cœur d'un pickpocket, qui vole l'amour, voilà,
Dans ce monde chamboulé, où les âmes se rencontrent,
Leur histoire, mes potes, me remplit de fierté, ça compte.
L'amour se fiche des barrières et des jugements,
Il s'en fiche si t'es un petit chat tigré, c'est épatant,
Alors écoutez, les potes, soyez pas pusillanimes,
Attrapez l'amour par le col, libérez-vous de ces frimes.
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