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What's for dinner tonight?
Elvin Soup
Saute gently one onion
in tingle spells
Then
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two parsnips, hidden sweets...
throw in some cumin
(which thrives in hot lands)
and has a slender branched
s-t-e-m
Next, add the soft and hairless plant seeds
with some good old veggie stock
just when you thought it couldn't get any hotter
add some finely chopped chilli
to the melange
Serve with a dollop of creme fraiche
if so
DESIREd
and there we have the finest Elvin Soup !
to be consumed at your own risk/pleasure
Hello all
Had a busy night tonight but enjoyed lurking :eek::)
Night all
Right then lads..i'll pop some on then!..........:):D:)
night harry
Thank you very much.
His songs are known from Memphis to Rivendell,
You can sing along to the tunes we all know them well,
With his jet black hair and pointed ears,
Both the Elves and the humans give him cheers,
For a millennia or more he's had us under his spell,
Cape on his back and and a fine bow as well,
I can't remember his name but i don't think it's necessary,
Oh i know now his names Elvish Presley.
By Matt.
P.S. Dont know if elvin has anything to do with elves but this came to mind.
Looks like I've missed a good night. Damn having to teach that night class!!:( Love the Elven soup and Elves Presley poems.
When the soup is good, all is good:)
Thanks freckle;)
I was star watching
crossing the icy moors
now I'm seeing stars
Brilliant caption. It's been a good night.
Here's another caption for the picture.
Tri. " I think Freckle might have gone too far in her quest for aerodynamics."
Ow. " I know what you mean she's forgot her shoes !!.
Hello Hes. What have you been up to since you got back ?. Any ideas for prints ?.
Hi Tri! Got lots of ideas but have been a bit all over the place with catching up on stuff, a few orders for prints and getting my classes sorted out. Going to try and sketch out some ideas this week. The haikus are coming along, I've typed them up and am tweaking them before collating them with my best photos to make a little book (just for me, not for publishing). How's your book idea coming?
O.K. I'm about 1/2 way through now. Are you going to race this year ?. Personally i'm doing 1 a month leading up to The Round Rotherham in October which is 50 miles.
I usually try to race as much as possible as I push myself so much harder than when I'm training on my own, when I often get sidetracked by the landscape and nature! This year I am training for some longer and tougher fell races but I'll do races that look interesting or are local. Usually at least two a month and in the summer last year I did three a week for a couple weeks but that was daft and mainly because I felt obliged as they were league races and I am supposed to encourage our ladies in the club to get out and do them. They would good fun but I was exhausted. I cycle quite a bit too but just for enjoyment and cross-training.
It's neet, teet and reet................... alreet:D
Seeing stars meself now, neet all;)
Oh stars oh stars
Oh stars
oh stars
so bright
shine your light.
Oh stars
oh stars
so bright
unleash heaven's might.
Oh stars
oh stars
so bright
bring peace upon our worldly fight.
Oh stars
oh stars
so bright
bring me much delight.
nitsujt renrut
Nice one Merry!
Sleep well...like a big in a rug!:) (my mum used to say that)
Survivor
Everyday,
I think about dying.
About disease, starvation,
violence, terrorism, war,
the end of the world.
It helps
keep my mind off things.
Roger McGough
The time I like best is 6am
when the snow is 6 inches deep
which I'm yet to discover
'cause I'm under the covers
fast, fast asleep.
Roger McGough
Running to Discover
My bruised mind,
battered by the chaos of India,
finds solace in the stillness of home.
Running through the dimming light
the fog hides and transforms
the once familiar trees and hedges.
An air pregnant with possibility
gives birth to startling sounds.
The squawk of a disgruntled guinea fowl
as my bouncing torch beam
picks out its sleeping form.
A low mournful bellow,
milk-swollen and patient,
the cows await their master.
Sulphurous light spills from the barn
where the strains of a violin
drift away in the mist.
The sullen farmer’s melancholic choice,
surprising and beautiful,
makes me wonder.
My ears ring with the sounds of the wind
and my heartbeat as I ascend.
Gritty, muddy footfalls splashing up the hill.
A clattering in the branches
as a pheasant takes fright.
Below the bridge a torrent rages
the stream now a river,
gorged by the thaw.
Nearing home and
the unfamiliar shape ahead turns
revealing a winter-weary mare
She lowers her head
as we both discover
Who I am.