I think we’ll have some Mango Groove because we haven’t had any for a while. I love this track because when you hear it you just have to dance.
I am feeling optimistic today. Yesterday’s getting lazy housewives into gainful employment session was much better. I think perhaps Our Leader was gauging character the first time, seeing who needs reining in and who needs dragging out by the neck. When the loudest of us decided to call a smoke break the OL was quick to stop her, and she immediately backed down and sat down. Like children, we just need clear guidance and to know our boundaries.
We are given half an hour for lunch and it was interesting to see who brought their own and who could afford McDonalds, a packet of crisps, a chocolate and a cool drink. Those who profess to be poorest bought take out; the rest of us brought packed lunches, including one who dipped her cold Coronation Chicken sandwich in her tomato cupasoup – bleuggh! The girl who can’t fill her cupboard brought nothing at all and wouldn’t accept anything except a spare cupasoup; I suppose she couldn’t face the sandwich.
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The prompt is ‘heroes’. I wrote the first one in response; the second has nothing to do with the theme but I am sharing it because it prompted the third, which I wrote after hearing a story told to me by a fellow poet; and it contains useful information for goldfish owners. Apologies if you’ve seen the last two before.
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Still Waiting
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My hero will be the one
unafraid to stand against
the bullies and the bombs.
Who will act on principle,
not polls; who will lead
where the brave will
follow, and
free us from terror.
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An Interesting Fact About Goldfish
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He is green around the gills;
He is floating on his side.
You can see that he is ill;
You assume that he has died.
An ordinary mistake
Goldfish owners often make.
He can be resuscitated:
He is merely constipated.
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A garden pea, minus shell
Rescues him from goldfish hell.
Soon, he’s swimming round the bowl,
Can’t recall his bunged-up hole.
Little fishy’s full of beans.
Moral: always eat your greens.
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My Hero
For Jock, who saved a life
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Viv’s Other Half kissed a fish
Whose life was null and void.
He who once had breathed his last
Cried out, ‘Hey, Jock! Not so fast!
I know I’m quite a dish
But I never go for boys.’
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Sad to say, Linda, but I’m not sure any hero can free us from terror. There are many, though, who do die trying.
I agree. It’s why it has the title it has.
I tried to comment on your poem, which I liked, but I couldn’t for some reason.
I’ve already had my say elsewhere on your goldfish poems, chastised you for taking Jock’s name in vain, but I have to admire your first heroic poem. Being a peaceable sort, I want no-one to have to die for me, but you sum up the situation so well.
Love,
ViV
It was all affection, I swear. He looks after you so I would never disrespect him.
Learned something new about fish today. Thanks!
You made me laugh with the last two. As for “Still Waiting”, maybe this is a guy thing, but I hope I could be that hero we are hoping for if circumstances demand. And you look damn good in that video!
And thank you for my first gold star since grade school!
Ah, you spotted me – the guy with the penny whistle.
Clever writing and inspirational, too. Keep it up!
Thank you Marie.