Today's poet

[Hes]

frighteningly good!

Cheers OW, I like to think I can be relied on to add a touch of class to the food porn element of our poetry thread. I seem to find it frighteningly easy.

[freckle]

tempting fish fingers
strip off those coats of gold and
reveal bare white flesh

ha ha !!! brilliant!

the humble cod
a lean, mean
love machine!

oh no, OW you have created a monster!

[Hes]

In the rooms of our eyes

In the half light we gaze,
with the hub hub of onlookers
an invisible line
blurs the boundaries of selves
in the rooms of our eyes.

Azure orbs, your eyes are
furnished with objects of mine
some forgotten, some a suprise
safely held, fed and warmed
in the rooms of your eyes.

My eyes, tired and aching
dance in your lightness
and softly ask ...
"can I cherish you"
in the rooms of my eyes

And sitting quietly,
Filled with hope and excitement
about the future, the shape
of (our) home
in the rooms of our eyes.

Freckle, this is beautiful and I feel ashamed that I have been tainting the same page as this with my recent posts!

[Hes]

ha ha !!! brilliant!

the humble cod
a lean, mean
love machine!

oh no, OW you have created a monster!

Love it! Ha ha, we're a good team.

[Stef F]

I heard this read beautifully, full of mystery, on radio 4 this evening

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qp7q

She walked the rhythm or a heartbeat
Talked like a rustling wind
Touch like cool spring water
distant as the land of dreams

And no-one knows how she does
As she waits and waits as she does
Watching the sky for rain
Heart strong like a quiet scream

And no-one knows how night grows
Into morning out of a creeping dusk
And wake yer in a cruel moment too naked
For an eye to throw a blind on pain for calm

Jean Binta Breeze

[Hes]

Stop now before it's too late!

awww...do I have to? oops it is already too late!

[Nathaniel Lee]

Fish Finger Porn or Worrying thoughts about David Dickinson !!!!

Your long crispy goodness,
Enters my mouth,
My teeth pierce your orange coat,
The soft white flesh,
Explodes in my tongue,
My juices flowing,
I swallow,
Ecstasy.

By Herakles {Whose maybe watched too much David Dickinsons Real Deal.}

[Stef F]

tempting fish fingers
strip off those coats of gold and
reveal bare white flesh

Wow...what did I start?!

[Brock]

In the rooms of our eyes

In the half light we gaze,
with the hub hub of onlookers
an invisible line
blurs the boundaries of selves
in the rooms of our eyes.

Azure orbs, your eyes are
furnished with objects of mine
some forgotten, some a suprise
safely held, fed and warmed
in the rooms of your eyes.

My eyes, tired and aching
dance in your lightness
and softly ask ...
"can I cherish you"
in the rooms of my eyes

And sitting quietly,
Filled with hope and excitement
about the future, the shape
of (our) home
in the rooms of our eyes.

'safely held, fed and warmed
in the rooms of your eyes'
What a beautiful poem

[Hes]

Fish Finger Porn or Worrying thoughts about David Dickinson !!!!

Your long crispy goodness,
Enters my mouth,
My teeth pierce your orange coat,
The soft white flesh,
Explodes in my tongue,
My juices flowing,
I swallow,
Ecstasy.

By Herakles {Whose maybe watched too much David Dickinsons Real Deal.}

Oh no! That is just a bit too disturbing but very funny!