Poem -

BLOOD ORANGE DAYS ( for all the modern day slaves out there)

I shall go today to grow a
carrot
I shall nourish it with fears
Sweat my blood to its orange

Barter another year to its
growth

It shall feed me too of course
Offer up a small piece I might
chew upon

Labelled with dire warnings
How...
Not...
To...
Choke...
Yes, this monstrous carrot
will feed me
If only to ensure
That one day, I will be worthy
to nourish it's great roots
For eternity

Marion Price(2020)
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Marion...

They're talking that 19,000,000 jobs will be lost...

Major Carrot growth I'm sure...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Marion

Hi Love...yes, that is awful and maybe in such a time I should not be sounding so ungrateful but these feelings have been with me my whole life so I forgive myself. Whichever way you look at it...we are all a million slaves to a few masters...hugs 💕

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sparrowsong

P.S. Let me rephrase...

Will be lost...

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author
sparrowsong

Hello Marion...

That's why I can't emphasize enough the importance of having your own business to where you're only a slave to yourself...

That's the thing I still into my Granddaughter's head since she was 6...

I tell her all the time she's never to young to dream and she's never to young to make her own money...

Thanks again...

sparrowsong

 

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Marion

That is excellent advice my friend...but it also just creates a new generation of ...slaves...you see my point? I suppose it all just comes down to whether you are a winner( employer) or loser( employee) in life. And again...there are some essential jobs that can't really be made businessess of...teachers etc...you have made a fair and just point though...💕

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Jill Tait

I luv your imagination tis even wackier than mine pinned 🤣❤️💕❤️🤣

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Marion

Well I've no idea what you mean Mrs Tait...I go feed a carrot a couple of nights a week...honest 🤣🤣🤣

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Jill Tait

Pml teehee n so do I nowt strange bout thatun 🤣🤣🤣❤️💕❤️

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author
sparrowsong

I agree with your response...

We do need Teachers, Doctors, Emergency, etc...

I guess it's what we do so we can live and eat...

sparrowsong

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Marion

Exactly though I sometimes think I would have been happier living in a communal tribe on the land!! Then again I suppose it's easy to romanticise anything and everything rather than the present lol...I do think  we have lost ourselves along the way though and most people for all their hard work.dont make enough to eat more than a few mouldy carrots which is the whole meaning here really. Lovely talking to you my friend...nice to see you back.on 🤗🤗

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Being Me

Well thought out, well written, well constructed and well good 😁 

I don't have a very big carrot and this is dangerous too, because it has become a choking hazard. I spend my days being careful not to choke, and no one gives a damn, but it will get me one day and then, when I'm feeding its roots, I bet it will grow like bloody wildfire... and still no one will give a damn. Such is life ...  ho hum x

Ps...if this comment has posted a 1000 times it is because it says it won't post and I e pressed the publish comment button a 1000 times by now 🙈🙈🙈

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Being Me

Yay...its posted........finally 

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Marion

Lol..
bloody Cosmo!! Got your comment Tina and thankyou so much love...I'm.just getting ready to go feed the carrot...😆😆🤗

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Yiyan Han

Awww if you can grow it'd be a good business - vitamin A good for your eyes of poetess ;))

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Marion

Ha ha...oh Yiyan your comments make me laugh...thankyou for that 😆😆😄

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Yiyan Han

Smile on your face
Let me know you're joyous

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