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Correct me if I am wrong
Maybe it is just a coincidence
But ever since the advent and rise
Of so called social media platforms
Arising to give anybody or anyone
A means to voice or express an opinion
Has it not resulted in
Instead of solving problems and differences
Lead rather to creating further more fresh
Conflict and division that wasn't or didn't
Seem to be there before in the first place
Due to people with much the same
Personality traits and similar points of view
And they seem to be rather than steeped
In good intentions and resolving tension
But the complete opposite escalating them
In fact insighting injecting inciting trolling
And when you see them in the flesh
You instantly get the feeling they are as they appear
Needy insecure self serving attention seekers
Who's only aim and wish in life
Is for someone to know who they are
And will stoop or go to any lengths possible
To solely be the center of attention
Because in reality and real actual life
They are sadly without or lacking
Any form of personality traits or characteristics
That would endear or attract them to others
Friendless irreverent and contemptuous
Kind of type of person who
If it wasn't for the likes of Facebook
And other social media platform to reply
There wouldn't be plenty of fish in the sea at all
Left for them being able to rely on
Catfishing baiting or hating upon
I was crushed today by the news I had to hear,
It was no wonder so many left, you brought my heart to tears,
I cannot say I hate you, because it's the opposite of how I feel,
This system is so corrupted, it plays on all of your fears,
I remember a time when trust was unbroken, the bond was more than strong,
I can't understand why it happened, or what went so terribly wrong,
I will keep my words to a minimum, for the last thing I want is for you to get a name,
But the truth is, even if I say nothing, everyone else will talk anyway,
I've met with someone I trust, and in private I have cried,
Why can't I just leave and let it go in my heart, please explain to me why?,
Was the honesty meant to come out?,
Were the warnings not enough?,
Can't you see the words I have said all came out of love?
#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#
You take for granted that people understand your rhythm.
You take for granted that everyone knows how to sing.
You have been rowing the little boat in the great big ocean.
Spilling water into my face and flooding the place, the ship is leaking, and you have to find the holes and seal them up before the queen Elizabeth sinks.
I don’t know how to read musical note and I cannot drive a gigantic boat, but I can use my common sense and move the boat out of the stagnant water, it has been docked there for many years waiting of an adventurer to take it out to experience the vastness of the sea and see the wishing stone that lies beneath the ocean. You are far away from home but keep rowing, you will find your way home.
This thing has been going on for too long and the people don’t understand your jumbled up song, what do you want them to do? I still do not have the slightest clue.
I do not know what you want to achieve, and what you have up your sleeve, every five minutes the rhythm change, and this action is driving the people insane. They have to drop what they are doing and march though the iron gate and before they reach the middle of the street, they are walking into another beat, and a new rhythm sets in.
Nobody tells me what is going on; I have to rely on my external sensation and intuition. I don’t read symbolism or body language, I don’t work out at the gym, and I don’t understand your colors scheme.
We just want to have a sense of normality, peace, love and stability, but every time I steer the boat this way, someone steer in it the opposite way. Something has to be done to fix your confusing song.
You must separate the ocean sunfish from the beluga stuvgon and give everyone a written message and tell them what to do, you must change your current communication method and gather the multitude in front of the hill and give everyone a circle a heart and a triangle and tell them the truth just as it is.
I will have grilled snapper and trout for my Thursday evening supper; I need a seafood doctor because the people still don't know what the order is.
She loves to walk inside the forest…among the trees…the streams…the ferns…
to enjoy what beauty nature has to offer…and what, from nature, she can learn.
She knows there is always something nature has to teach…wherever she may go
In Fall the lessons are usually about accepting change…and sometimes…letting go.
But this particular Autumnal walk brought with it a very different theme…
when she noticed two trees had fallen into one another…from opposite sides of a stream.
She knows all trees are part of the same family…of this there’s no dispute….
and that they communicate with one another…(it all starts within their roots)
Did the one tree feel in its roots what was about to happen?
Did the surrounding trees hear it call…to the other tree across the water
“Don’t be afraid I will catch you if you fall”.
Did the other tree know it was about fall…and know the only way to escape from harm…was to trust the tree across the water…and fall into its arms?
She would have loved to know the answer…she wished the forest would confess…
but nature does not reveal her secrets…so she had to make do with her guess.
Which made her wonder what lesson the forest was trying to teach her?
Could it be in life that leaning on one another is the key….
and how all trees are a little stronger…when they stand with other trees?
That even when a tree grows old…when it begins to teeter…when it can no longer stand…how other trees are ready to help…and will catch them if they can.
How trees will always be there to remind one another…from the time their seed is sown…there will always be a tree around…and they will never be alone.
She stayed a little while longer…enjoying the stream…the view…the breeze…
and wishing…
if only people…
could be a little more like the trees.
When Truth goes down to the Center,
To the Bottom of all things,
It makes the way for wedding dresses,
And tailored suits, and rings.
If you cannot tell all you’ve ever been,
And done, you may be sure…
That one day the awful truth will out,
And you’ll be on opposite sides
Of the door…
So I must advise (myself above all)
That the way to trust your friends,
Is to sign up for the Truth Detail,
Where nobody possesses hidden ends,
Where nobody exposes what’s already shown,
For nobody has secrets that wait to be blown,
For the Truth is a Healer, who wields cup, or sword,
And the Truth needs no Lawyer, to cut up the hoard.
When Truth goes to the Center,
He cuts out the disease,
And then, people can love
Without secrets to please.
SIR ISAAC NEWTON
Sir Isaac Newton
Seventeenth Century Born
Renaissance Man
Physicists, Astronomer, Mathematician, Theologian
Fall of apple from tree made Newton curious.
He did not accept event as oblivious.
Neither it flew away
nor stood in midway
fell on ground: Gravitation Law discovered by genius.
‘Every action has always an equal and opposite reaction.’
True for Theory of Physics and Philosophical declaration.
‘Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.’
Above quotes from Newton concluding ‘My powers are ordinary’.
09/16/19
'Clerimerick Couplets' Contest by Mark Toney.
I’m on my way into the grocery store
when I see him huddled near the shop doorway
In his outstretched hand
an empty coffee cup
I throw in a coin or two
smile, and ask his name
I’m Jack ma’am’ he says politely; and this is Benji ...
it’s only then that I notice a small brown terrier
his black nose poking out
from underneath a stained sleeping bag
Benji leaps up and wags his tail excitedly
at the mention of his name
I stoop down and he nuzzles my hand
I’ve a lump in my throat as I tell Jack
Benji reminds me of my dog Sam
who I lost last summer
Oh, how I miss the comfort of my pet
Jack’s blue eyes fill with tears
it's then I discover
he’s been on the streets for a few months
Benji’s my only true friend, he says
He’s never let me down -
not like my folks back at home
I can see Benji is well cared for
the exact opposite of Jack
who looks like he’s not eaten a square meal in days
I rise to do my shopping
and pass them both on the way out
I drop a brown carrier bag into Jack’s lap
he opens it like it’s Christmas Day
Inside are several pouches of dog food
and some substantial sandwiches
It is but a small gift,
yet I can see it means the world to him
he reaches up and touches my hand
I’m sorry son,
I wish I could do more to help
but I only have a small widow’s pension
I walk away,
knowing how fortunate I am
"This is no life, just a way of surviving another day"
I’ve had ups and downs in my life, but ...
“I've never been where they've been”
Writing Challenge 2, November - A Poem Meaningful - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Written on 10/7/19
I don’t know why I love you.
It must be the bolero in my soul.
We’re rivals – opponents – we’re opposite poles.
You’re always in need of the things I can’t give,
and what I can offer, won’t help you to live.
I seek you in others, but can’t ever find you,
keep trying to free you, but just seem to bind you.
There’s nothing between us that we can agree to,
but I call out your name, even when there’s no need to.
I don’t know why I love you.
I tread very carefully – you hurl yourself in.
I just want to love you, but you want to win.
Your image in mirrors is oddly askew:
you have all these facets, but which one is you?
I’m pinching myself, but I still don’t accept it.
When I wrote all my hates in that poem, you kept it.
If I wasn’t so eager,
you’d treat me far better.
I’m like some red setter
who, battered, beleaguered,
just wants to run free,
but the faster I scamper,
the more I am hampered
by the rope around me.
I don’t know why I love you.
This can’t ever end in a fiery fandango,
still less in a sensuous, smouldering tango.
Are you just playing, or are you in deep?
This should be bliss, but it’s wrecking my sleep.
Sometimes I think I can take you or leave you,
but I lie to myself, so that I can believe you.
I don’t know why I love you.
A love such as this has no value, no title,
there’s nothing about it that’s wholesome or vital.
You offer no future, you come with no past.
There’s nothing in this that is likely to last.
I’m like a leaf, getting blown here and there,
and only content when I’m up in mid air.
A single word was all it took
To shatter my resolve and make me open a door
A single word I could only hear
Because I've been popping placebos for months
Blocked from your voice, but not your words
Under no fault of either of ours, just a misunderstanding
Yet the sight of those words was enough
To shake the world I built from ashes to its very core
I responded in kind and gave into curiosity
Checked to see if the heavy castle walls and chains you built
Still remained to this day, but I quickly learned
I was the reason you set them, and the reason you cut them
I unlocked my doors in kind, yet to heavy trepidation
And the anxiety rocked my core to bits
For you attempt to return the world to its old status quo
As an agent of Law to fight the tide of Chaos
So I shuttered the windows once more
Locked my doors and sent my new kingdom into the sky
Twenty two years I've roamed this earth now
And I've no time to let old abusers back into my castle
I'm not the same broken toy you could return to play with at your whim
Shattered as I may be, I'm stronger on my own than I've ever been
Of course, not completely alone, as a cherry blossom casts shade upon me
And was the unwitting mast I needed to weather the storm
Regardless of how you feel, the changes you may have made
No matter how strong you've gotten in our absence
No matter if you're the opposite of how you once were
I'll never forget the old nightmares you made me live
Not a matter of strength; I'm more than strong enough
I made a new life, stronger than before
I just don't need you poisoning my wells
If not with cyanide, than with anxiety
I don't need your memory tainting the new life
I won't be seeing your face in my nightmares and dreams
For all intents and purposes, you're an ink blot on a burnt book
And thus, silence reigns