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[edit]a poem for people who do not want anything here to be accomplished here at all any new wikiprojects, structures, or official new groups or projects:
- Keep It As It Is
In every dawn, in every night,
Our steady paths are clear and bright,
No need to change, no need to shift,
In what we do, we find our gift.
Do things the way you always do,
No need for something bright and new,
Keep everything just as it is,
In simple ways, our strength exists.
No extra steps, no different track,
Just keep the flow, no looking back,
For in our routine, pure and true,
We find the best in what we do.
Stay the course, don't break the line,
In every task, in every sign,
Consistency is what we need,
In every thought, in every deed.
So let us honor what we know,
In daily tasks, our efforts show,
Do things the way you always do,
Our steady path will see us through.
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I hope this poem conveys the message effectively! Sm8900 (talk) 15:58, 14 June 2024 (UTC)
another one
[edit]ok here is another poem for you folks.
Why must you seek a different path,
When boring routine avoids the wrath?
In sameness, we find peace of mind,
But you disturb, disrupt, unbind.
The mundane march, so plain, so clear,
Yet you insist on veering near,
To change what works, to shift the tide,
You bring annoyance, hard to hide.
Why crave the new, the untried way,
When what we do holds steady sway?
In dull routines, we find our ease,
But you provoke, you never please.
Stick to the script, don’t stray afar,
In every task, in who we are,
Consistency is our true friend,
Yet you attempt to twist and bend.
So hear me now, and heed this call,
No need for change, no need at all,
Keep everything as it should be,
In boring sameness, let us be.
one more item
[edit]ok, one more poem. thanks!
Certainly, here's a poem capturing that sentiment:
- Curse of the Innovator*
Oh, spare me from your bright ideas,
Your plans to shift and steer the gears,
Why can't you see the charm, the grace,
In staying still, in knowing place?
Your need to talk, to break the mold,
With words of progress, ideas bold,
It grates against my silent plea,
For peace in sameness, let me be.
Constructive chats, your eager eyes,
Proposals, notions, all your tries,
They make my patience wear so thin,
I crave the quiet, deep within.
Why can't you leave things as they are,
Unmoved by dreams, unchased by stars?
For in the stagnant, still routine,
I find my world, my safe, serene.
Take your ideas, your hopeful quest,
And let me dwell in what's repressed,
For here I thrive, in dull and gray,
Unbothered by your bright display.
--Sm8900 (talk) 16:01, 14 June 2024 (UTC)
another
[edit]Out! Out! With your infernal schemes,
Your visionary, bright-eyed dreams,
I want no part in grand debates,
Or in your bold, inventive fates.
Leave me be, in my stifling rut,
Your chatter drives me to the cut,
Your so-called "progress" makes me seethe,
I crave the old, the mundane breathe.
Why must you spark this useless fire?
Your fresh ideas, they do not inspire,
They only churn my settled peace,
In mindless tasks, I find release.
Take your insights, shove them deep,
Into the void where silence keeps,
For here in stasis, I confide,
Away from thoughts that swell with pride.
No more of your constructive talks,
Your eager plans, they only mock,
For in the dull, the routine's grind,
My solace rests, my weary mind.
So go, with all your fervent drive,
Leave me where the old ways thrive,
For here in boredom's cold embrace,
I find my own, unchanging place.
- second one
Enough! Enough! I’ve had my fill,
Of your relentless, constant thrill,
Your ceaseless push to innovate,
It’s driving me to seething hate.
Why can't you see the harm you do?
With every "better" point of view,
You shatter peace, disrupt my calm,
Your "wisdom" is a grating psalm.
Damn your ideas, your bright-eyed dreams,
Your endless talk of daring schemes,
You’re nothing but a noisy pest,
I yearn for quiet, for some rest.
Your persistence makes my blood boil,
In your wake, I recoil,
Your so-called "useful" dialogue,
Is nothing but a choking fog.
I want no part of your "constructive" spree,
Your suggestions feel like thorns to me,
Your creativity, it smothers all,
I rage against your hopeful call.
Leave me now, or face my wrath,
Your presence carves a thorny path,
I crave the silence, dull and plain,
Far from your maddening, endless strain.
So begone, with all your flair,
Take your ideas, I do not care,
For in the mundane, dull routine,
I find my solace, pure and clean.
does that sum up your replies, perhaps? --Sm8900 (talk) 16:15, 14 June 2024 (UTC)