Thought For Food
Events & Media
A collection of blog posts, science articles, poems & more....
April 27, 2018
The people don't want faeces
the people want shit.
When it comes to what the people read,
that's the crux of it.
The Sun belittled
the Daily Mail shunned
But shit is what the people want
yet the Guardian readers are stunned.
April 25, 2018
If facts don't work then
it's how we explain them.
Our thoughts as ideas
in an open sphere.
The driver of a tram
in the pub with a dram
Tells me, "you've explained that
well to a working man."
I told him of algae
April 22, 2018
The beauty in nature can be explained
by physics, chemistry, biology, maths.
It can only be truly described
The stroke of fine horse's hair
or a sharpened feather
fine and fair.
And whether intrinsic or learned
the artist's guile is...
April 16, 2018
Astride the translucent elephant,
I ride next to an opaque mouse.
And by the by, the elephant sighed,
As a mouse scurried off to hide.
"It's I! It's I" A mouse softly cried,
While my elephant stumbled.
She looked in a mirror, and saw right through her,
With little yel...
Life is a flower,
At first it's a struggle.
Dormant for years,
Then sun sparks a surge.
It's tough to emerge,
The thorns lay around,
And brambles lay thick
As the rabbits nibble down.
But come better days,
When shoots become stems,
And stems become trunks
For the res...
Immersed when it's sunny
And surfaced under weather,
The tunnels always twist and turn.
The softened segments never change
As the earthworm crawls,
Sometimes it contracts but then it sprawls.
Does the butterfly choose where a gust takes the wing,
While the buzzard buffers the thermal wind?
The owl swoops in moonlight but does he decide
How silver the glint or the rush of the tide?
The pit viper patiently waits for the shrew,
Though is this a will for the prey...
In the morning, I rise,
my beauty inside
and beside me, my beauty
smiles from within.
At the edge, I arrive,
all around the steam rises
as the cold stream subsides
and the thoughts run clear.
My beauty can't lie,
for those thoughts run dry
under glinting cobbles
of a wonderful dr...
The sun lights my face as I sit in this chair,
Though spring may be wary the weather is fair.
A bumblebee flusters and brushes my hair
So I leave the fluffy beast to roam in my lair.
As I switch seats a sudden thought flies,
Now on my back with no sun in my eyes,