Today's poet

Meat, all kinds; never filleted
Shards of bone
Have I broken a tooth, or lost a filling?
Greens, crunchy, fresh; full of iron
My mother would be proud
Sometimes fish; from lake or river
Earthy as a five-year old Walsh PB
And as welcome on your plate
Nothing is wasted
Skin, neck, head; all fair game
One day I found myself chewing a pidgeons face
An acquired taste, and one I won't live long enough to acquire!
Don't ask for a fork outside the city
There isn't one
Rice is an afterthought
When it comes, it's white as marble
Sometimes you get little surprises
A zingy crunch of ginger perhaps
First time I asked for beer
I was told, we drink tea
'But luv, we have beer in Derby, Milford and Keighley'
Peanuts as an appetiser
Eaten with chopsticks
And to finish, fruit
Oranges, cut into juicy slices
Cleansing and ripe

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Meat, all kinds; never filleted
Shards of bone
Have I broken a tooth, or lost a filling?
Greens, crunchy, fresh; full of iron
My mother would be proud
Sometimes fish; from lake or river
Earthy as a five-year old Walsh PB
And as welcome on your plate
Nothing is wasted
Skin, neck, head; all fair game
One day I found myself chewing a pidgeons face
An acquired taste, and one I won't live long enough to acquire!
Don't ask for a fork outside the city
There isn't one
Rice is an afterthought
When it comes, it's white as marble
Sometimes you get little surprises
A zingy crunch of ginger perhaps
First time I asked for beer
I was told, we drink tea
'But luv, we have beer in Derby, Milford and Keighley'
Peanuts as an appetiser
Eaten with chopsticks
And to finish, fruit
Oranges, cut into juicy slices
Cleansing and ripe

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I bloody love your work DT (sorry not very articulate but heartfelt!!!!)

s(t)a(o)u(o)s(m)a(a)g(n)e(y)
rolls and ice buns
make for a certain
wintry
roundness

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Meat, all kinds; never filleted
Shards of bone
Have I broken a tooth, or lost a filling?
Greens, crunchy, fresh; full of iron
My mother would be proud
Sometimes fish; from lake or river
Earthy as a five-year old Walsh PB
And as welcome on your plate
Nothing is wasted
Skin, neck, head; all fair game
One day I found myself chewing a pidgeons face
An acquired taste, and one I won't live long enough to acquire!
Don't ask for a fork outside the city
There isn't one
Rice is an afterthought
When it comes, it's white as marble
Sometimes you get little surprises
A zingy crunch of ginger perhaps
First time I asked for beer
I was told, we drink tea
'But luv, we have beer in Derby, Milford and Keighley'
Peanuts as an appetiser
Eaten with chopsticks
And to finish, fruit
Oranges, cut into juicy slices
Cleansing and ripe

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Great DT. I'd get offered chicken feet to nibble on by old ladies on trains and trying to eat spiced peanuts with chopsticks was always a challenge. I love these lines

Greens, crunchy, fresh; full of iron
My mother would be proud
Sometimes fish; from lake or river
Earthy as a five-year old Walsh PB
And as welcome on your plate

No-one ever understood when I said I was vegetarian so I learnt to say 'I eat vegetables' in Mandarin and would get a plate of pak choi with a bit of garlic. I felt like Popeye after two months.

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Originally Posted by freckle

s(t)a(o)u(o)s(m)a(a)g(n)e(y)
rolls and ice buns
make for a certain
wintry
roundness

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That's brilliant Freckle! Am worrying about that as my training has dropped off due to work....I am trying to see it as insulation and an insurance policy for when I undoubtedly get Delhi Belly in two weeks.

Thank god...only half an hour on country lanes but I'm feeling saner.

as coughing subsides
this weary body recalls
the joy of running

the wind, vengeful child
that tore the limbs from great oaks
plays amongst the leaves

My English Rose.

Je vous aime mon anglais est monte,
Votre visage de peau et radieux mou,
Quotidien mon amour grandit et grandit,
Personne ne pourrait jamais prendre votre endroit.

By Matt Harmston.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Fantastic start to the week freckle! One of the things prevalent in much of the verse posted on this thread is its extreme intimacy. Stuff that is just not there in popular music or common in literature :)

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In the introductions to one of the poetry books I've got it had a nice piece as to why that might be. I'll try and dig it out later as I can't quite remember what it was. You are right though. Even reading some song lyrics can sound more intimate that listening to what already is a great song.

I like that.

I could do with a distraction like that today. Especially one with hundreds and thousands on. ;):)

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Originally Posted by freckle

awww....what a lovely momento! can't wait to see the next week...you are so creative, producing a lot of work, its inspiring....

on a different note, i am wondering this morning when is it officially winter? does anyone know? it feels wintry....

Winter conversation
by Joyce Wakefield

I listen to you explain the difference
between a right brain thought and a left.
I am distracted by the smell
of cold on your face.
I lick it away like a child
with an ice cream cone
sticky fingers and sweet tongue.

Aware that I have been here before
I pause in your words.
I have slept in this flesh,
dreamed these winter bones.

Waking in the darkness between us
I hear frost sweeping the porch,
edging toward the morning.
I reach for your hand.

What, you whisper, voice hoarse with dream.
My lips, swollen with you, cold,
are silent.

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supper with colleagues
roast pork, rice, greens and cold beer
brought two bottles back

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