Zintar1

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A Man and His Crazy Neighbor- A Couplet Poem by Zintar1, literature

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A Man and His Crazy Neighbor- A Couplet Poem

A Man and His Crazy Neighbor- A Couplet Poem A fictional poem based on a friend's recent real life situation in his apartment. He had a neighbor who complained of my buddy's noise all the time. There was no noise. Not long after he settles in and gets all snug in his bed Through thin walls he wakes to a voice he's come to dread Saying, "More noise from him, I'm calling the police." He in frustration yells back, "This harassment must cease!" So it's he who calls the police, who are on his side They've come to know his neighbor is the one who lied Soon he hears them talking to that crazy guy & his wife "Get back on your meds!' they cried, "For your own life!" He smiles when they leave, knowing he's won another day How long victory will last, he muses, he'd rather not say So, until next time and the next crazy fantasy from nearby He falls back into bed, wondering and dreaming of, "Why?"

Love is the Cure Haiku by Zintar1, literature

A Haiku in Memory of Iryna Zarutska by Zintar1, literature

Love of His Robot Wife by Zintar1, literature

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Love of His Robot Wife

Love of His Robot Wife The day was done, sunlight low, A man sat down, soft and slow. Beside him, his wife so bright, A robot form, in fading light. He reached an arm, she leaned near, She felt no human warmth or fear. Her metal side, touching his hand, He felt her there and it was grand. He held her close, she did not speak, Just a cool, calm touch of his cheek. Her wires hummed, a gentle sound, As peace reigned with her around. No need for words or even to try, Just man and 'bot, no doubt why. Serenely close, as evening fell, A simple love, and all was well.

Star Trek Kara Zor-El- Two Stories Re-Posted by Zintar1, literature

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Star Trek Kara Zor-El- Two Stories Re-Posted

Star Trek- Kara Zor-El- Two Stories Re-Posted 1) Mourning Methuselah 2) Choices Star Trek Kara Zor-El- Mourning Methuselah by Zintar1 "Captain's log, we're now entering the Omega system. Our destination- Planet Holberg 917G. The Federation hasn't heard from the rumored to be impossibly long lived man named Flint who may reside here. Records show that the starship Enterprise encountered him some 35 years ago and he has periodically sent messages since. But the last message was over 5 years ago. The Argo has been sent to investigate." The captain, whose rank is Commander, sighed as she ended her log entry. Turning to her friend and lover, she said, "T'Vela, perhaps you would know. It seems to me the odds of him still being alive are low. He was apparently middle-aged even 35 years ago." "Indeed, Kara, for a normal human plus the lack of contact, the odds would certainly be less than 5%. But with the man called Flint, there is no parallel." "I do hope to at least find

Hard Life Haiku by Zintar1, literature

The Nick and Lara Fairy Tale by Zintar1, literature

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The Nick and Lara Fairy Tale

The Nick and Lara Fairy Tale Based on characters from the Light Halloween Offering last October: https://www.deviantart.com/zintar1/art/A-Light-Halloween-Offering-1256364627 How the main married couple in the Light Halloween Offering story began and fared Nick finally drew up the confidence and asked out Lara. This happened in the early 1990's. She slapped him in the face. That was her first response. Her second response was to kiss him lingeringly, including French style. When they each came up for air, she smiled and explained. "The slap was for making me wait so long, the kiss was my acceptance of your date!" He smiled too and felt deeply happy for possibly the first time. The couple dated much, stayed together through many things, helpful and hurtful. Finally, a big day came from his heart with love. He said to her by a tranquil lakefront, "Lara, I adore you. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, by far. Certainly, better than bars, nightclubs and

Not a Silent Night- A Haiku of the First Noel by Zintar1, literature

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A Man and His Crazy Neighbor- A Couplet Poem by Zintar1, literature

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A Man and His Crazy Neighbor- A Couplet Poem

Love is the Cure Haiku by Zintar1, literature

A Haiku in Memory of Iryna Zarutska by Zintar1, literature

Love of His Robot Wife by Zintar1, literature

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Love of His Robot Wife

Star Trek Kara Zor-El- Two Stories Re-Posted by Zintar1, literature

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Star Trek Kara Zor-El- Two Stories Re-Posted

Hard Life Haiku by Zintar1, literature

The Nick and Lara Fairy Tale by Zintar1, literature

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The Nick and Lara Fairy Tale

Not a Silent Night- A Haiku of the First Noel by Zintar1, literature

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Remains by Happyhedonic, literature

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Remains

There’s still a little good left a stubborn ember glowing under the ashes of a world we barely bother to look at. We keep moving forward anyway, carrying broken beliefs like they’re armor. It’s like someone wired a live explosive into our bodies long ago, and it just keeps ticking, unchanged, unstoppable. Like everything else, these beliefs do what they were designed to do, set fire to cities, poison the air, and keep turning the machinery of pain through one hellish day after another. We’re just one tiny slice of the whole thing, a fragment of whatever existed before the universe cracked apart. And still, we go looking for revelation in the neon tomb of the mall, in the shiny chrome coffin of your BMW, in the slow, apocalyptic crawl of traffic. Someone flips you off a tiny, useless weapon against the endless emptiness beyond. You can let go of the moral rules you were trained to accept. They were constructed to calm you down, to keep you docile, to enable you to

Rose by MyGranny4, literature

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Rose

Rose, Rose, high above the sea I climb the windswept path to see Will your rosebud open in graceful bloom Am I to find my true love soon On bare rock high a wild rose grew In times gone by Lovers knew If her rose bud blooms Their love is true By the rose on high cliff tops Lovers meet to swear their oaths To spend the night in tight embrace Until the morning they must face Aboard the tall ship he must leave Sailing out to endless seas Rose, Rose, so high above the sea Let my love return to me Wind howls The rose bush sways Sea rages But the rose bud stays There is hope still Rose, Rose, so high above the sea on bare stone I sit with babe on my knee Shine a light to the endless sea Let my love return to me Wind howls The rose bush sways Sea rages But the rose bud stays There is hope still Rose, Rose, so high above the sea Hold my hand for the path is steep Baby and I are the first to see Your rose bud bloom in red so deep Sailing in from the endless sea The small boat

Supernova by ariya-sacca, literature

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Supernova

Forged inside the heart, Of a burning giant, Light as dancing hydrogen, With a will of hard iron. Layers upon layers, Collapsing inward, As gravity wins in the end, Against elemental fusion. Imploding in an eye blink, Probing nuclear limits, Where physical laws break, Asking whether to ignite or die. Ignition forced from collapse, As matter refuses further yielding, Collide and rebound, Exploding outwards in glory. Outshining entire galaxies, For a brief moment true, But leaving elemental traces, Atoms pregnant with life.

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Hello humans, and aliens!

A few things about me. I'm an independent Christian who first came to DA years ago not expecting to do much or come often. That evolved into doing much and staying long.

I've often supported the arts and literature and patronized many libraries and museums. I believe more of my fellow conservatives should learn to appreciate these; if more did, maybe we could show the liberals what real culture looks like. Traditional art, pro-life, pro-liberty themes and similar are actually some of the underpinnings of civilization. Also, quality works of any kind can be enjoyable in themselves!

I'm mostly retired now and so have more opportunity to pursue and enjoy creative endeavors. Mostly I write stories and poems for self-expression and fun. I don't draw or render unless you like everything looking like a box. But I have posted images created from DreamUp Ai (stories & poems are mine, however, unless otherwise indicated).

Themes vary and are sometimes topical. But science fiction, romance and spirituality are the most common. I'm primarily a Trekker and do appreciate other franchises, such as Star Wars.

To my pleasant surprise, I've won recognition as a poet for several of my works. To give examples: A Haiku of Love, Love Light, And the Night was Bright from Stars and Love and most recently, The Witches Haiku. I am grateful to and for many people along the way for encouraging my writing and especially poetry over the years.

The backdrop and avatar are now both among my own Dream Up Ai works. This finally feels right not borrowing images from others. The background image is one of my prompts from Ai.

Some words about scammers or sex or fetish themed watchers or requesters. First, If I don't know you from jack or jill I won't approve using my deviations for your projects. I have no photos uploaded here and I'm not active on anti-social media sites or Discord. I don't do NFTs. Any chat or notes requests mentioning any of these may result in that member being blocked.