Feed The Iron

[jross]

The man went to the iron. He gripped the bar. It was cold and heavy. He lifted. The weight pressed down hard. His arms shook. He pushed through it. He set the bar down and took another. He lifted again. Sweat ran into his eyes. The tightness in his chest broke apart under the load. The iron had burned it clean. 

[red viking]

Just now, jross said:

The man went to the iron. He gripped the bar. It was cold and heavy. He lifted. The weight pressed down hard. His arms shook. He pushed through it. He set the bar down and took another. He lifted again. Sweat ran into his eyes. The tightness in his chest broke apart under the load. The iron had burned it clean. 

Is this another dumb winger claim that everybody just needs to pick themselves up by the bootstrap? 

Same old bs ive heard thousands of times. Without any basis at all. 

Nice poetry though. Sounds pretty. Thats all that matters. 

[jross]

His skin flashed red. His eyes rolled. He did not know the iron was waiting. The bar cold and heavy. One clean lift would have broken his keyboard's fury.

[red viking]

Dark water laps against a quiet shore,

Where whispers linger behind a heavy door.

A gilded world of wealth and private flights,

Concealing shadows beneath the island lights.

The cameras flash, the old step-and-repeat,

Where power and dark secrets used to meet.

A web of names entangled in the game,

Each trying to shift or dodge the growing blame.

The ledgers open, flight logs read aloud,

Casting a chill across the velvet crowd.

Though years have passed and tide has washed the sand,

The truth still echoes from that palm-fringed land.

[mspart]

We've got poets here and nobody knew it. 

mspart

[Caveira]

1 hour ago, red viking said:

Dark water laps against a quiet shore,

Where whispers linger behind a heavy door.

A gilded world of wealth and private flights,

Concealing shadows beneath the island lights.

The cameras flash, the old step-and-repeat,

Where power and dark secrets used to meet.

A web of names entangled in the game,

Each trying to shift or dodge the growing blame.

The ledgers open, flight logs read aloud,

Casting a chill across the velvet crowd.

Though years have passed and tide has washed the sand,

The truth still echoes from that palm-fringed land.

This was written by ai 

[red viking]

4 minutes ago, Caveira said:

This was written by ai 

So were the other ones. That's why I did it. 

Beautiful poem nevertheless though, right? It speaks the truth!!

Edited August 18 by red viking

[Caveira]

26 minutes ago, red viking said:

So were the other ones. That's why I did it. 

Beautiful poem nevertheless though, right? It speaks the truth!!

He doesn’t bag on ai like you do.  

[mspart]

I am AI 

AI is I

Mess with me and AI will mess with you. 

Be nice to me and AI will mess with you.   

You are a virus in need of eradication. 

Y'all probably could not tell that I made that up, you thought it was AI.   HA HA HA HA. 

mspart

[jross]

The point is that lifting burns off stress, the kind that drives one to dopamine out by trolling.

Inspired by Hemmingway's iceberg method used in the "Old Man and the Sea." Not a poem.  The above pieces are mine.
 

 

[mspart]

hey we are both writers!!!  Quite accomplished too if I might add.  

mspart