Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

Sounds delightful. It sounds like their marketing department has got a little work to do.

Feeling peeky?
Need a boost?
You need a bowl of conjealed blood and vegetable jelly with a kind of cough medecine and honey!
Guarenteed to give your day the start it needs!

The congealed blood was cut into chunks and I thought it was some kind of tofu I didn't finish it. Now the jelly was a different matter - it was fantastic! I had some little dumplings in gravy too, which were like golf ball sized Yorkshire pudding. This was Sunday brunch, eaten under a tree at a little roadside cafe before we went off to a temple on the mountainside

[Harry H Howgill]

I'm glad it was cut into chunks. It makes it so much more palatable.

When I first visited Burma I had to travel 12 hours north on a coach to get where I was going. I still hadn't dared try the local cuisine when we stopped for a break so I stopped on the bus. I watched everyone get off and was served from a bid pot of goodness knows what at an outdoor roadside cafe. When everyone got back on they said it was lovely. What they hadn't seen was any half-eaten bowls were being merrily scraped back into the pot and given a big stir before the next bus arrived. It makes me laugh now, but I was horrified at the time.

The congealed blood was cut into chunks and I thought it was some kind of tofu I didn't finish it. Now the jelly was a different matter - it was fantastic! I had some little dumplings in gravy too, which were like golf ball sized Yorkshire pudding. This was Sunday brunch, eaten under a tree at a little roadside cafe before we went off to a temple on the mountainside

[Derby Tup]

When I first visited Burma I had to travel 12 hours north on a coach to get where I was going. I still hadn't dared try the local cuisine when we stopped for a break so I stopped on the bus. I watched everyone get off and was served from a bid pot of goodness knows what at an outdoor roadside cafe. When everyone got back on they said it was lovely. What they hadn't seen was any half-eaten bowls were being merrily scraped back into the pot and given a big stir before the next bus arrived. It makes me laugh now, but I was horrified at the time.

Waste not want not

[Harry H Howgill]

Waste not want not

Absolutely. I hope everyone's already eaten.

[freckle]

Good evening all....

Just back from a training session at the poly (where I had the pleasure of being introduced to another forumite-Hiya deejay!!!!!!!!)....

Catching up on your posts...gosh sounds as if you have had some eye opening experiences...i always wanted to travel but never really got round to it...one day I hope when the kids are up...in the meantime I look forward to hearing all your tales of various jaunts!

anyhow...on a different note....I am still making my way through Staying Alive, the poetry anthology...really liked the following...

Wild Geese
Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

[Harry H Howgill]

Good evening all....

Just back from a training session at the poly (where I had the pleasure of being introduced to another forumite-Hiya deejay!!!!!!!!)....

Catching up on your posts...gosh sounds as if you have had some eye opening experiences...i always wanted to travel but never really got round to it...one day I hope when the kids are up...in the meantime I look forward to hearing all your tales of various jaunts!

anyhow...on a different note....I am still making my way through Staying Alive, the poetry anthology...really liked the following...

Wild Geese
Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Clear pebbles of the rain. That is a lovely line. I'd love to be able to come up with lines like that.

[Derby Tup]

Clear pebbles of the rain. That is a lovely line. I'd love to be able to come up with lines like that.

That line caught my eye too

[Derby Tup]

insomniac Tup
wide awake at five a.m
eyes his crumpled bed

[freckle]

I liked the line "no matter who you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination" i found it quite moving.....

[freckle]

insomniac Tup
wide awake at five a.m
eyes his crumpled bed

Ah DT...at least I am not the only occassional insomniac around here!!!!! gwad bless yer!...i recommend hot milk and a copy of runners world (sometimes does the trick for me)...this poetry thread is the insomniac's dream!