Thought For Food
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A collection of blog posts, science articles, poems & more....
August 13, 2019
As summer wind meets an autumn swell,
though leaves may cascade and litter the floor,
atop the foamy waves all is well
as each break crashes, they glide down the shore
and cry for more as summertime ends,
at one with the blue skies and rocksteady reefs
where shoals are born...
June 18, 2019
Under the watchful eye of the peregrine,
on Saturdays the bustling city sings
as shoppers from miles enjoy the surroundings
and the ale drinkers in pubs enjoy fine things
and toast to this fine city we’re living in.
no rural backwater...
March 21, 2019
The "everything is fine and will be better" poems, #1
Stars shining bright above you,
Mammas and Pappas.
If they feared the future
would they birth you?
Would we greet you with mirth
as your head breaches the girth
of Mammas vagina,
March 5, 2019
not easily ascribed to a scientist,
Any man in need
of an insight into mansplaining
need only utter
a fluttering thought,
reasoned as it may be,
in the presence of a man
with a PhD.
the pursuit of the uncertain.
Always the same,
the vain hope:
that the self-considered "experts"
to those in that same,
going by a different name.
Drops Felting Fever sale now on!
The website proclaimed,
A mere search for yellow and grey
Much more intense than previously expected.
Life before crochet,
Was a more simple existence.
Now just hoping for some consistency,
At least on the edges
Of my new yellow and...
Read more (books):
it puts a certain
Easy, so it is,
what feels like
a modern day calamity
but to absorb
And there they descend, one and all,
to rob me of my wits,
defenceless, against their witlessness,
driven up the sea life aquarium wall.
And there they flash, despite the wall's
clear sign. Splash! The turtle's wits
vanished along with mine. What line?
Oh, don't mind me...
a ship churned in belligerent waters,
waves high above the bow and stern,
unable yet to return
to passages clearer,
a hopeless dredgery
channeled within a channel;
no space to turn,
the only way...