Humungous Fungus by Pat Simmons

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Humungous Fungus is among us
and it’s rather smelly.
It slowly creeps between your toes
then right up to your belly.

It can be blue but when it’s pink
it gives off such an awful stink.
Sometimes it floats down in the breeze
and leaves great blobs on both your knees.

When it sparkles like a fairy
then you must be very wary.
If it waves its magic wand
you’ll smell like slime from next door’s pond.

Beware if Fungus goes to school.
It doesn’t care who looks a fool.
Your teacher might get quite a shock
if Fungus hides inside his sock.

If poor grandma, while she’s sitting
concentrating on her knitting,
notices a sudden pull,
it’s Fungus climbing up her wool.

Even Mum must be quite careful.
She might cop a blobby hair full
if she happens to be shopping
right where Fungus slime is dropping.

Family pets should run and hide.
‘Cos Fungus loves to slip and slide
into kennels, baskets, cages,
sending critters into rages.

But Fungus loathes a water spray.
So get yourself one right away
and squirt that fiend with all your might.
You’ll be a hero overnight.

Image from Pixabay

Soccer fan(atic) by Kate O’Neil

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I’m fully into soccer –

a real enthusiast.

I like to watch. I like to play –

to give the game my best.

It’s something teachers praise us for-

enthusiasm’s great!

But in the eighteenth century

it simply didn’t rate.

Enthusiasts were crazy folk

who’d somehow lost their wits.

They raved and had no self-control –

strong feelings were the pits.

This was the Age of Reason –

of cool and measured thought.

But soccer’s more than well-planned moves-

it’s heaps of fun! It’s sport!

So naturally I’ll yell and scream –

and help my team to win.

Enthusiasm’s what they need –

so everyone, join in!

Image from Pixabay

Awfully silly by James Aitchison

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How awful

that awful

means awful,

when once it meant

full of awe!

How silly

that silly

means silly,

when once it meant

happy and blessed!

It’s awfully silly

how meanings have changed,

and what we say now

has to be re-arranged.

Like, once the silly

filled us with awe,

but we’re not in awe

anymore!

The Journey of a Word

Image from Pixabay

Vivid by Celia Berrell

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Eyes now closed,
here I lie
imagining things
within my mind’s eye.

A giant glass marble
with aqua swirls
that turns into
our tiny world
against a backdrop
of deep-dark space …
then next appears
your smiling face!

And guess what’s even crazier?
A thing called aphantasia.
Some people, even though they try,
simply don’t have a vivid mind’s eye.

Poem inspired from August picture prompt. Artwork: STARING AT CLOUDS by Jennifer Barrand

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The Tomato Wars by Nicola Phillips

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Eee-ew!
Ishy, squishy tomato reeney;
Splat!
Right on my face.
Oohey, gooey tomato rooney
All over the place.
Tomato gunge in my hair,
Dangling off my shoe.
Up my nose,
Behind my ears.
What can I do?
Slushy, mushy tomato pulp
Flying through the air.
La Tomatina in full swing
This means TOMATO WARFARE!

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Cloud Racing by Linda Davidson

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Jump on a cloud; let’s go for a race.

Mine’s an elephant with a smiling face.

Yours is a dolphin leaping over the waves.

He seems a bit wild; I hope he behaves!

Let’s race to the rainbow, glistening with light.

We’ll count all the stripes – so fun and so bright!

Then leap onto colour, floating down with a flutter

To land in the prize – a pot of golden butter.

Artwork: STARING AT CLOUDS by Jennifer Barrand
https://www.jennibarrand.com/

Poem inspired by August Picture Poetry Prompt.

“Victory” Over Distance by Edwina Smith

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It’s a rugged, wild wilderness
with ancient cliffs and rocks,
endless skies of brilliant blue
and finches fly in flocks.
Where the Desert Pea blooms
its flowers red and black;
sprouting up when raindrops fall
way off the beaten track.

They’re practical by nature
resilient and strong,
take pride in where they love to live
though distances are long.
While working in The Outback
on sheep or cattle station,
their warmth and witty humour
are the heartbeat of our nation.


When living far away from town
and all we take for granted,
should injury or illness strike
The Outback’s less enchanted.
In days of old and torn between
to travel or to wait,
would damp the dust with salty tears
when help came way too late.

Inspired by a letter
and seeing those in need,
kind and caring Reverend Flynn
prepared to plant the seed.
Wings would give them speedy flight;
too many lives were lost
for people of the great Outback,
‘twas time to curb the cost.

So at last it came to be;
more interest surely grew.
Bright sparks came from all around
to share in what they knew.
Flynn’s dream for Outback folk
was fuelled by those who dare,
then “Victory” over distance flew
first patients through the air!

Urgent calls would not be heard
in situations dire.
Precious time forever lost
by words along the wire.
A clever plan soon began
to save the darkest hour;
the Doctor’s voice, a faster choice
with Traeger’s Pedal Power!

The Service grew with changing times
to what we have today.
If Flynn could share a word or two,
I wonder what he’d say?
“ We’re helping people way Outback
exactly as we should.”
and maybe with a dash of pride
“I think it’s pretty good.”

Come and see the splendid hues
of sunset and sunrise,
the silent still of nighttime
‘neath clear and twinkling skies.
These days have greater safety now
for all who come Outback.
Our Flying Doctor’s on the wing
way off the beaten track!

Photo from Royal Flying Doctor Service image library

Author’s note: For your understanding, the line “Inspired by a letter” refers to a letter that Reverend John Flynn received from a young medical student during World War 1. He had the idea of an aerial medical service. Reverend John Flynn was a visionary man who was very aware of tragic medical outcomes in The Outback. He was the driver behind getting medical care to Outback people. “Victory” is the name of the first aircraft to undertake transport of patients/doctors to The Outback. “With Traeger’s Pedal Power” refers to the improvement in communication between the service and Outback people. Prior to this invention (two-way radio) emergencies were communicated along telegraph wires which was very slow.

Into the Woods by James Aitchison

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I went to Sherwood Forest,

in search of Robin Hood.

I imagined he was watching me

as I wandered through the wood.

Then came a flight of arrows

and I heard the Sheriff’s men;

the ring of swords and battle

resounded through the glen.

But how I was mistaken,

only ghosts are here to thrill,

for Robin Hood’s a memory —

a legend living still.

A very English forest. Photo by Ginette Pestana