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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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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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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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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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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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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THIS MORNING IN WEYMOUTH...

ON THE ROAD AGAIN...TAKING LEAVE...AGAIN...27/Nov/2012.

 

 

(1)

 

 

 

(2)

 

 

 

 (3)

 

 

(4)

 

 

(5)

 

 

(6)

 

 

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BREATHING LOVE

1.
red tinge
pulls at
blue sky
clear air
thru trees
flies by

2.
some air
same breath
cool breast
heart's feast
reason increases

3.
angel existence
love breathes life
in the ten directions

4.
touching one another
pulse and beat
of animal's gaze

5.
blood
leaves witness
love's explosion
on limbless trees

6.
summer's song
lies bleeding
inner beauty
observed
as truth

7.
raindrops from God
stroke hair
stroke hand
flowers in fields
again and again

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(October 2011/A rainy November morning 2012 -

Golden GOJI Hermitage - playing with some words/lines from an old notebook.)

 

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SIX FROM HUMMINGBIRD

this april
snowstorm
so ably mimics
the plum blossoms -
why oh why
did i not write
of them ?

*
in a puddle
on the lakeside
baby coots preening

*
weathered garden shed
looks so right
no need to paint anew

*
sound of hailstones
roses beating against the window

*
SWALLOW
swooping
in and out
the stables
in and out
my heart

*
a
little boy
out on
the pavement
points thinking my
Tibetan Buddha badge
is a
Star Wars
character

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(These poems were published by Phyliss Walsh in her HUMMINGBIRD magazine during the 1990's.)

 

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5 RADIPOLE POEMS for Becks Highfield

1.

Swans at Radipole Lake

how i wish

they'd fly over.

 

2.

View of lakeside trees

sounds of

seagulls & chainsaws.

 

3.

Pilons across the lake

a bird on every one.

 

4.

Walking by the lake

this time

i see the violets.

 

5.

In a puddle

on the path

baby coots preening.

 

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[A couple of years ago Becks made me some handmade papers for my bookmaking endeavours. i made her a book of these poems, with her paper, in gratitude. i live on one side of the lake...she, on the other. Seemed  to be appropriate little token/gift.]

(13.November.2012)

 

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JUST THIS : Blog Post #150

Not a poet

just manage to

concoct some pleasing words.

Not an artist

just use crayons &

doodle for fun.

Not a chef

just cook 'cos

i love to eat.

Not given to meditation

just sit &

look at walls.

Sometimes

just stare at stars

so as to

keep an eye on heaven.

GOD

just a name

we ascribe to

that which we will never

fully comprehend...

 

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Golden GOJI Hermitage

12 . NOVEMBER . 2012

 

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(written over the last couple of years)

 

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After Louisa

1)
melody
marked by
comfort of
a blessing
anything
asked softly

2)
stockings
& 
roses
nestled
amongst letters

3)
kiss
shoulders
pale
hidden
everlasting note

4)
pleasant arms
a bouquet
of angels
spoke
comfort

5)
ready lips
heart &
eyes
regard

6)
delicate praise
dear friend
speechless love

7)
eyes
answer eyes
kissing
every weakness

8)
hidden light
precious night

9)
mignonette
her
love-letters
again

10)
little time
to enter
blood
sweet lips
know
soothing
chorus

11)
dreams
imagined
perfectly
flaming
& tender

12)
patience
colours
the tenderest
soul

13)
dawn-lover
smiling
accustomed
to love
& 
to pray

14)
asleep
eyes allow
a sweet
goodbye

15)
bidden
kiss brow
kiss lips
& hands

16)
milk of god
earthly
favours
spoke
heart sleeps

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Golden GOJI Hermitage - june 2011/ november 2012
 
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HUSH, MY HEART

each
breath
tapers
into
the dark

*

every
whisper
negotiable
in this
stillness

*

my heart
would
dance
in the
light
rain

*

sighs
escape
as dawn
appears

*

hush
my
heart

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Golden GOJI Hermitage - 1st Nov. 2012

JUST TO LET YOU KNOW - to K.H.

just to let you know

that yr big black leather

 winter-walking-shoes

are here

in the conservatory

side-by-side

under a rattan chair

where they were left

after yr last Harbour walk to

THE BOOT

or

THE KING'S ARMS

&

was that a packet from

BENNETT'S

clutched closely & guardedly to you

on yr way back

that put a spring in yr step?

or was it the thought of returning to

Spring Down-Under

the next day?

*

As Weymouth approaches winter

i would like to

put yr shoes to some good use

but

my smaller feet

will not fill them -

Tell me what to do.

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Golden GOJI Hermitage

October twelve - 2012

 

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THE CHOICE/S 14 - 24

14)
dead of night
a ragged wind
tosses roses
no longer
soaked with sun
mother's voice
made of dreams

15)
always greetings
from her eyes
&
fondness
in her heart
no mossy monument
to you
dear girl
just butterflies
and a breeze
of bonhomie

16)
a handful
of flowers
in golden light
breathless whispers return
as salve
in the night

17)
permission to sleep
as the sun
comes up
a beautiful warmth
&
slanting shadows
fishing for God
in this
secret place

18)
gentle fingers
lead the dance
love prays
for love
once more

19)
glimpses of
blue mountains
leaf-patterned hands
the sweetness of
just being
la dolce farniente

20)
evening
benediction
of kisses
vite! vite!
half serious
half amused
une amourette
overtakes
the heart

21)
sitting still
morning glory
engages mind
fruit of
non-thinking
another day
extraordinary
in its own way

22)
an opportunity
to drink-in
the cosmos
to hear myself
talking to
the night -sky
what's on offer
sweet-heart?

23)
blue eyes
stop talking
in the dark
night air
go ahead
return to God
nothing left unsaid

24)
heart confers
with stars
questions go
begging
in the night

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july 2011/october 2012

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Golden GOJI Hermitage

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WHEN AUTUMN LEAVES

when autumn leaves

neither calendar nor clock

 erases
young love

kicking-up

"acorn leaves"

fallen on path

 from

 "acorn trees..."

overhead

"...aren't they?"

she said...

"i always thought they were!"

 

*

autumns' leaves

forever

leaves us

yearning

for

that young love

each &

every time...
..."when

autumn leaves...

...start to fall."

 

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(Written today, around Weymouth,whilst photographing the fallen leaves -

Saturday 6th of October 2012)

 

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THE CHOICE/S 1-13

1)
deer-thin
unmistakeable neck
arms and legs
heart-secret forever

2)
no breath-cloud
magic of
lidded eyes
&
golden bracelets

3)
shadow-mother
blinded by tears
heart traces
another
forward step

4)
mythical Isis
not posthumous
birthdays' candle flickers
Say something !
Do something !
kiss. kiss. kiss.
interchangeable with
love. love. love.

5)
expressing love
tender breath
confident and faltering
at the same time
listen. listen.

6)
playful eyes
spoke volumes
love laughed softly
moonlight shot with silver
again & again

7)
young Isis
bare-shouldered
found a new God
kicking pebbles
on the sands
tip-toeing
amongst prayers

8)
every moment
passed in
deepest reverie
a sense of
her voice
her hand
her touch
windsongs by the sea

9)
looking for traces
difficult words
sign-post says "Heaven"
borrowed time

10)
dream-catcher
wind-bells would
give voice
to the night
in rhyme
with the beating
of my heart
verse after verse

11)
flung against music
shadow-speech
succumbs to song
sleep gulped-down
morning too soon

12)
still harbour
gulls dress the sky
the body takes note
of every cry
every song caught 
in every thought

13)
girl-glow
outdoes sunrise
a thousand eyes
all hers

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July 2011/October 2012

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Golden GOJI Hermitage

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