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So, I did my water testing this morning, and for the third day in a row my numbers are perfect... my tank is cycled. Drove an hour plus for 6 cherry shrimp, 2 amano shrimp, 2 nerite snails, and three roseline sharks. I wasn't going to get the roselines yet, but they had a tank of slightly smaller ones on sale that were only $16 each, compared to the bigger ones that were $32 each. I really wanted to get at least six but I don't want to add too much bioload to my tank yet. My first time having shrimp, and I didn't realize how active they are. They zoom all over the place, and the girl said at least two of the cherries are pregnant. Woot! Feels good to see them in there. Wish me luck!

Greetings and salutations.

Are you sure? The hearing starts to go at your age.

He bought riverfront property.

All read and reviewed. Thanks, authors. Some great poetry in this batch.

Great poetry. One in particular will make you laugh out loud. Cheers!

I'm all for love, but back off my recipes. A very amusing poem. Unfortunately, standing still was a choice for me, one never quite digested. "... what is left unnamed" Love this and where it sits in the poem. "Red Ink" rings so true to this writer. Cheers!

Readers should heed the warnings, but there is honesty here in this poem, and for me, that is what poetry is often about. Baring your soul, being vulnerable, exposing your perceived weaknesses... that can be a painful thing, but a purging one. Thanks for this. Cheers!

I believe kids are a wonderful legacy, but I get what you are saying. Many times I have told myself one day at a time until new strength comes. That can turn into many days, but I trust in what I know. I understand feeling powerless, but I hope you come to learn that just isn't true. We all have power, and you for example, have the power of words. Accepting help tells me you are on the right track and I wish you all the best. Your poem is disturbing for sure, but it has great value, and is one I will read a few more times. Depression is a living thing, and heads in sand do nothing for anyone but ostriches... if even then. Thanks for sharing. Cheers! Gary

The first line draws you in, and the poem resonates with each line. Give it a read. Cheers!

I found myself relating more and more with each word read. Sometimes I wonder if we ever really learn, but a test I had recently tells me we do. Great poem with a good cadence, sad but with a stark honesty I appreciated. You used 'words' in the verses well. Cheers!

The answer is yes.

Hey!

A fascinating premise for this poem. Check it out.

A fascinating poem. You got me thinking. Thank you.

A wonderful poem on so many levels. Please read this.

Nature, of which we are a part of, is wonderful chaos that needs not make sense to mere mortals living in the moment. We only need appreciate how intricate life is, its differences belying the notion diversity in life is somehow wrong. No, it is the key! Nature must be viewed through millennia to see the full beauty and rage of it. I absolutely loved your final verse. There is a satisfying bite to it, yet the message soothes as we absorb it. As beings brougth into the chaos, we do not ask, we receive. Ah... sorry... too much? Well done, Parker.

Wonderful poetry containing some relevant and powerful messages. Be prepared to muse.

"with a keen eye for pests that fester, he mocks the elite never polite, like an unashamed bullshit tester." Great summation of an intriguing man, an artiste. Is jester's license the same as poetic license? Thank you for the link, Adi. Knowing the background and inspiration for this poem makes it all the more powerful. One man, one 'jester' can send shockwaves through an evil, unbalanced world. #4 is an example of a smattering of words having great impact. Bravo! "Ode to Red". I miss my belly being kneaded to the sounds of contentment and my own hisses at gentle clawing. Loved this one! Enjoyed your snippets. Are there still parasols in use? This brings to mind Monet's "Woman with a Parasol", an absolutely gorgeous painting. Thanks for this lovely, evocative journey, my friend. Cheers!

Ugh. It's messy in here. I got wax and cake stuck to my shoe. Greetings to all us mature folk.

Happy Birthday, Little Drewbear!

Shire time.

Another chapter done.

I smell a birthday coming!

I'm pleased these lines had an impact. Thanks, Paul, for reading and commenting.