Wednesday, 26 December 2012

BIG MAC - 2013

i did not get sucked-in to Christmas-Day Dietary-Excesses this year. In fact, y'day was the first day of my intended MacDougall(BIG MAC)-inspired New-Year's-Day-Diet. Don't worry, no humans, other than myself, were harmed by this decision! : one of the perks of living a near hermit-like existence!

i gave away the mozarella and the feta cheeses. i gave away the Indian pakoras, bhajis and samosas. And i gave away the too-rich "homoss", even tho' it was organic. i felt lighter and healthier at one fell stroke.

So, once again, after a two-month hiatus, i return to a highly acceptable, almost 100%, plant-based, low-fat, whole-foods diet. Am allowing for a little vegan irreverence. Tho whenever i do stray, it is never very far.

And remember - DISEASES rarely run in families..DIETS do!!! Treat the family to a "BIG MAC" diet in 2013!!! Eat greens & grains, salads & vegetables, fruits & seeds. Any other vegan food should be of condiment proportions. Do not add or cook with fats or oils. Do the best you can. It is not all-or-nothing. But if you cheat twice a week, that is 100 times per year!!! YOUR VERY GOOD HEALTH...and A HAPPY NEW YEAR. XXX

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Sunday, 16 December 2012

5 POEMS - JANUARY 2005

1.
tearing down road
at break-neck speed
a blackbird

2.
must be getting old
even in dream
couldn't stiffen
for girl

3.
starlings gathered
on railway-sidings
dried grass-seeds

4.
weathered garden-shed
looks so right
no need to paint anew

5.
sitting zazen
mouth waters
thoughts of smoked tofu

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(These poems were first seen on Kris Hemensley's "poetry & ideas" blog - posted on August 26, 2007. i have now slightly revised them. "weathered garden shed" was also published by Phyllis Walsh, in her magazine, "Hummingbird")

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Friday, 14 December 2012

SOME LINES

 FINE LINES
 about
face & mouth
 softest outline
of
heart
&
belly
&
breast
 
&
lips
that smile
a welcome
to
that kiss
all moulded by
the hand
that writes
of this.
 
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(Weymouth - 11/12/11)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

FACE TO FACE

2 girls
kiss good-bye
@ Bridport bus-stop
hearts stop
briefly
for 2 kisses
1 with lips to nose
1 with lips to chin
face-to-face
Mahakashyapa
@ Vulture Peak
i would twirl a flower
for
french kisses
in the street
 
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(Bridport,Dorset -10/December/2011)
 
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Monday, 3 December 2012

AFTER PREVERT

Our Father
who art in Heaven
Stay there
and we'll stay here on earth
in WEYMOUTH
which is so pretty
in the early morning
walking past NOAH'S ARK
and THE PALM HOUSE
by RADIPOLE LAKE
with its swans, coots, mallards and seagulls
gathering themselves
  for a later commotion 
 as i pass.
&
with its small avenue of trees here
surely the left-bank of The Seine
 is rivalled?
why seek for anywhere else?
Manhattan's or Hong-Kong's skyscrapers
not as high as i feel right now
even with no
 rye sourdough at THE PHOENIX BAKERY as yet
"See ya later, man"
 says Aidan Chapman
 as his all-night stint
 draws to a close
&
  it's saturday morning
 the usual shop-traders
 have yet to make an appearance.
But i head for THE SWAN
by the TOWN BRIDGE
 where late-night revellers
 are having fried breakfasts & cappucino 
& i wait an age
to be served 
  double tomato juice & tabasco
while the coffee machine
 gathers enough heat & steam
&
 the bar staff take their time.
But i feel at home here
here in WEYMOUTH
with its ESPLANADE & PAVILION
its beach and PUNCH & JUDY
its HARBOUR & countless pubs
all in the lee
of THE RIDGEWAY hills
that shield us
from too much snow
 if any
in winter.
&
the old roadside graffiti sign
just a couple of miles out 
surely said it so well
of this special place
that i will not willingly leave -
"WELCOME TO THE NORTH"
...
Our Father
which art in Heaven
Stay there
and i'll stay here
in WEYMOUTH
which is so pretty...
 
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(5/Nov/2010 - 3/Dec/2012)
 
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Sunday, 2 December 2012

LES BICHES for Robin H.

2 young & their
doe-eyed mother
blonde & honey-grey
pony-tails
in the breeze
almost as wild as
the mustangs
@ Cattistock
manes like
Disney animations
falling to the ground
magical creatures
LES BICHES! LES BICHES!
Near the traffic-lights
waiting for a bus
one waits and waits
as if for a life-time
then they come together
LES BICHES! LES BICHES!
Pony-tails
in the breeze.
 
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 (Weymouth - 2010/2012)
 
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Saturday, 1 December 2012

THE FOLLOWING MORNING

1.
small birdsongs
start with
the heart

2.
reflection
of something
beyond the eyes

3.
streaming somewhere
like blood
maybe

4.
sun
daubs cheeks
dabs at shoulders

5.
pervasive sounds
follow
first thoughts

6.
surprised
by tears
yet elated

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Golden GOJI Hermitage - December/2012

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IN THE SPACE OF HALF AN HOUR...FROM NEWTON'S COVE...










 
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