“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.” Arthur Ashe
Change That Diet Yelling red hoarse at the news, wrenching gut papers shredded, blog rolling, twitter clicking, opinions strewn and spewed, ambulance delays, police inaction, political corruptions a constant, wars, safety, guns, policies, hanging expectations on solutions while lakes and rivers dry before our eyes. Crime waves roll over cities as heat waves arise uncommonly, race, place, identity, all ignored, only money, that old time religion killing everything in its wake, step back, just a little, change that diet, leave the negative behind, harness the good and build a future quietly, softly, a little at a time. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️ Note: there's nothing wrong with being informed and keeping up with the news, but if it is brining you down and it is all you do, you need to get out more.
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Lovely. I do look at a little “news” each day but then leave it off, off, off. I usually use the BBC and other sites: not the US. I like your poem.
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Baby steps are all we need to change the diet. Nice reminder.
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Yes, just gently moving, thank you so much.
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Wonderful mild turning in the path of this poem, brilliant choice of titles 👌
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The junk food diet is never good 🙂 thank you Ana.
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Yep ~ it’ll pickle yer innards! 🥒😱
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It’s so easy to get sucked into all of that negativity coming from our screens. Best to treat it like cod liver oil in the old days: supposedly good for you, but very bad things would happen if you took too much.
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A horrible memory – hated that stuff, and science has suggested – it is no good.
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I was never subjected to it, although my dad was.
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My mother remembered it from her childhood and so it went … lasted about a year but we three children rioted so much she gave up, the added blow was that my father also wasn’t keen. 🙂 Horrible stuff.
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I’m glad I missed it. Being subjected to codfish cakes was bad enough.
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Ah, I love fish, but the so called oil – paste – was nothing I can describe, not even remotely like fish, metallic is one memory.
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*shudder*
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Yes, even as I remembered it I too shuddered, ugh
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Great message in this poem
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Yes so many negatives out there that we don’t need to buy into.
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