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Filler Or Familiar, Make Space For Ace Implement

#IT'S TIME TO TAKE INVENTORY...

ITS TIME TO EVALUATE CERTAIN CATEGORIES...

JUST BECAUSE SOMETHING TAKES UP SPACE, DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN IT SHOULD...

OBTAIN
MAINTAIN 
REMAIN 

IN YOUR SPACE, NOR IN MINE.

LET'S KEEP IN MIND, THE QUESTION BEGS...
REGARDING SOMETHING OR SOMEONE,

WHAT...???

PURPOSE 
FULFILLMENT 
GROWTH
DEVELOPMENT 
BETTERMENT 
RAISED ELEMENT 
WISDOM 
ELEVATION 
SHARED MOTIVATION 
SHARED CELEBRATION 

IS A MERE "FILLER" F U L F I L L I N G ?
IS IT OBSTRUCTING, HOW IT HELPING?
DOES IT NOURISH...DO YOU, DUE TO IT, FLOURISH?
DOES IT FEED YOUR NEED HOLISTICALLY?
DOES IT IMPEAD YOUR MENTAL SEEDS, SOBERING, (STARKLY) AND REALISTICALLY!

IS HE OR SHE "FAMILIAR" BEYOND THAT...
IS THERE ANY SUBSTANCE CONTRIBUTING TO SHARED IMPACT OR QUITE THE EXACT OPPOSITE, TO BE EXACT, FOR FACTS. BECAUSE, ANYTHING THAT SHOWS A LACK,
IN MUTUAL REGARD, NEEDS TO BE A DISCARD. WHAT GIVES OFF IN APPEARANCE, CAN CAUSE INTERFERENCE,
BY ALLOWING OR ACCEPTING "FLUFF" AS A WHOLE CONTENTION MEANINGFUL VERSUS 
A "HOLE" IN THAT CONTENTION, SHODDY EXTENSION, PERHAPS (FULL OF BULL) AND 
NO LONGER WORTH A MENTION.

WELL, IT'S TIME! 
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT TO GIFT* YOURSELF OF CLEAN AND CLEAR CRYSTAL *CHANGE-UP* WEALTH! 

LET'S CLEAR THE SHELF...
TIME TO TAKE INVENTORY OF SELF!
ROUTINE CHECKS AND INSPECT...
RID WHAT'S ROTTEN, RID WHAT'S FORGOTTEN. 
SAY GOODBYE TO MERELY FILLER AND ONLY 
FLUFF LEFT OF FAMILIAR...


DAMN RIGHT! I'D RATHER BE*
REMAIN PARTICULAR; I'D MUCH PREFER TO CONDUCT A MAJOR SWEEP THAN "SETTLE"

DUST ACCUMULATED.
RUST ERODES TRUST, "CONCEPT"...
NO LONGER SITUATED, JUST WASN'T ELEVATED. NO SUBSTANCE.
MERE STUFF OF FLUFF, ENOUGH BLUFF!


IT'S WONDERFUL TO RID THAT OF WHICH DOES NOT BID* US OUR BEST!


NEVER SETTLE (ACCEPT) LESS.


Renee D.  Gross {GHPPR} July 26, 2023#


Never Alone

You will always be the greatest part of me
Through my eyes your heart I wish you could see
As the moon needs the stars to twinkle in the night’s sky 
My heart needs you, teach me how to fly

Our paths have crossed for a reason 
Leaving you would be treason
I will forever be your loyal companion
My heart will love you with my soul so valiant

Never alone you shall be
For there will always be life at the likes of me
I will protect your bleeding heart 
I will shield you from life’s poisonous darts 

You and I are never to part
Our strings are forever attached in our hearts
Never forgotten and never alone
I will keep you bestowed upon my hearts throne.

My soul companion my everlasting meth……
We will be together until my last dying breath
Form: Rhyme

I'Ll Stand For You

I am standing for the woman that is too weak to stand,
A string of abuse she has suffered all her life long. 
She believes she is on her own no one to support her
So I will be her strength and support, her verbal backbone.

Let me then tell you Mr. Abuser, I will not stand aside,
While you tear down the walls of the weak and feeble.
In your face I’ll stand, with my shoulders squared fast,
Been there, stepped up, overcame, so that is my armor.

Now that’s not where I’ll leave it, more needs to be done
For the woman that is weak and feeble in self esteem.
A rescue is not the wherewithal, there has to be a goal
For her to strive unto, on the road she'll walk to being whole.

Encourage her to use her past of pain, to build
A better self for her future and make her fears
Be the rock on which she stands, to reach higher
Above the murk of abuse and self-mutilation. 



  

For Debbie's contest:  Stand

Pussycat

I was out in the garden trimming the tree
when a woman that looks like a chimpanzee 
said can you help find my pussy 
if a pussy needs help then help I must be

I got in her vehicle 
through the front door 
I was calling her pussy 
as waterworks pour 

strict rules put a lock on her back door
pussy gets out and wants to explore
with her wet cheeks looking sore
I said a lovely pussy is yours
 
we were coming around the mountains 
shouting out things
hoping her pussy would come 
smiles it brings but she felt numb
she wanted her pussy to come
see her hairless kitten your eyes stuck
trying my hardest but no pussy came
she needed it now starting to cluck
I whistled I shouted, I hummed and sung
as she called oh God please I need luck 
hard on my whole soul undone 
then coming in a speedy run 
with great pleasure overcome
suddenly her pussy had come
screaming with delight my pussy my fun
my pussy my one my pussy has come
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mary Lost Sheep - a Little Laughter

Brave Texas woman rides horse after Mary’s white sheep. 
Sheep taken while girls watch hanky-panky movie. 
Cross River finds green field empty.
Minny Mouse gives dozen sheep water.
Horse yield tired, needs break.
Rogue tiger hears lunch bells, mouth water.
Lambs chops fried, makes great table plate.
Black wolfs lofty large sharp teeth scare tiger.
Tiger cries, belly hurts, maybe wolfs share sheep.
Woman shows small rifle which drive large wolfs south.

Wolfs   smile, visit piggy house, worth their labor, 
mouth water, stuff apple piggy mouth sound sweet.
Large brick house saves piggy.

Girls awake, where Mary’s sheep flock?
Girls didn’t proper watch furry sheep. 

2/22/2018
Poetry Contest: A little laughter five 
  Sponsored by: Edward McCall
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Power of Our Mind

Where we have spent some time
We clearly feel
God love is real
A single thought
May explain a lot
Looking for answers
Jesus Christ has gathered
The ship to our sails
That shall never fail
Thank you my Lord
For keeping us aboard
Speaking often
Never forgotten
Provided this love of art
To capture your hearts
Our Creator takes care
We know you are there
Attending to our needs
We have always believed
Spiritual world
You gifted me as a girl
Our laughter you hear
We know you are here
Your passion is seen
Through every color and beam
Our Lord impression
Cleared our direction
Beauty of your sky
Which grace our eyes
Many felt inspired
God people desired
Our hearts grew closer
To one another
Our Lord Choir
Responded to our prayer
God ears have rung
Your Angels have sung
Praise the Heavens
What your impression

Premium Member My Truths

“Alternative truths are an oxymoron.” by poet.

                        What do my truths look like?
            In an ideal world, everyone would recognize them;
but we do not live in that world, do we?
My truths don't mean I leave no room for imagination;
                        life is more subtle than that.
Humans are not machines; truth needs the flexibility to bend
without compromising the integrity of its meaning in our lives.
      Telling a child that there's a Santa Clause isn't true;
            but there is no malicious in that deception,
                        it is a fabrication, a story.
All truths may appear to be absolute, but they're not;
            truths have varied interpretations based on how they are perceived.
      Truths are facts that stand alone;
                        without the need to believe or defend them.
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Booth In the Back Please

after the dance we opened the doors 
dampness surrounded this place maroon drapes 
paisley patterns blinded my emotions license plates 
of james dean covered the pine paneling only in the back 

funny how a pair of  levi's could bring about
such lonliness but there was james standing there 
leaning up against his motorcycle flickering that cigarette 
i had dreamed of life away from a smoked filled room 

however i was being forced fed macho manner
by mere bruts tyrants wearing tightly fitted pinky rings 
shuffling their feet quickly my only thought was that of  
the stingrays sharp shooters how their eyes are morbidly 

unseen right before they strike their prey i wouldn't even 
speak of away from tropical shirts and the pelicans beak 
an yet after the dance we had  entered this think tank 
of sea urchants mere leaches all reaching for small time 

scores the same old crabs in the same old bucket 
one by one pulling the one closet to the top back down 
to scurry sideways with the bottom feeders night crawlers 
here i am again your place their place our place i wondered 

if they noticed me at all or was i just a cold curvy bottle 
of coke a cola to be placed on a red and white canvas 
in front of knitted covered candles or was i just a manikin
leaning against that timeless old seeburg continuing to drag

the needle slowly across the nylon fibers of my favorite record 
over and over again like filing my broken nail or fussing over
another run in my stocking who needs stocking why i was simply 
this forgotten mermaid among a school of green eyed hungry sharks
 
but then there was james a mere mirage gazing down route 66 in land 
catering to the backside of those levi's oh wait here he comes again 
he's going to ask me to dance what will i say oh my feet hurt or just 
say no shoes tonight shall we swim out of here my mind tossed to and froe
i just couldn't bare to waste a perfectly good pair of fins don't you know

Premium Member Be Happy

All that you see
Is dream in flesh;
Just be happy
In peak or crash.


See true beauty
In life's sure dash;
What's the hurry
To cut and slash?


Live with bold heart
With cheer and smile;
Love creates art
Through touch that styles.


Be kind to all
Who struggle here;
Rise when you fall
Yet keep good cheer.


Tact makes each act
Easy to wear;
Let truth spawn fact
In work and fare.


Yes be happy
Right now and here;
Joy sets you free
With profound cheer.


Keep heart and mind
In-sync with soul;
Cheer streams in kind
A seamless whole


Be beyond fear
And go with grace;
Look to good cheer
To light your face.


Voice words cheery
That spark fond glow;
Yes be happy
In ebb and flow.


Listen and heed:
Do live wisely
With wants and needs
And be happy.




Leon Enriquez
14 April 2015
Singapore
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Love Needs To Be Nurtured

Love needs at least sixty-five thousand words 
Because her feelings go into so many directions
Ending up sometimes in the wrong places,
Turning into another feeling entirely
Jealousy is not love
Control? Certainly not

Love needs to be released from her cave.
She needs to be nurtured and enlightened.
She needs to be pampered and stroked.
For if she loses her sparkle,
If her butterflies fly away,
If the faeries leave
Love loses her magic.

So take the love you have and nurture it.
If it starts to wane, remind yourself of all the times you truly felt loved.
Remember the best days, rejoice that you have had them,
Take your love and twirl it, 
Watch it dance a happy dance.
Let the joy of that love 
Saturate you completely.
Bathe in it.
Delight in it.
Love.
Nothing
Better…

Written: 2-24-2020
Contest:  Free Verse on Love
Sponsor: Lu Loo

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