What a Fantastic Iydea!

This is a poem written about the most wonderful, award-winning, no frills vegetarian cafeteria in Brighton.

Situated on Kensington GardensNorth Laine

 

Lovingly prepared food

What a fantastic Iydea!

A true culinary delight

That deserves a big cheer

 

The big, breakfast plate

Is a vegetarian dream

Filling the emptiest of tummies

Splitting a tight-fitting seam

 

If you’re feeling adventurous

Like tastes out of the box

Then the poached egg combinations

Will completely fill your socks

 

If toast is the foundation

The bedrock of your snack

Their combination of toppings

Mean you’ll keep coming back

 

If simplicity is your style

They do wonders with fruit

Adding yoghurt and granola

Compote and syrup to boot

 

Now that’s just for starters

The clock’s not hit twelve

When the hunger pangs return

An appetite you can’t shelve

 

The lunchtime selection

Home cooked goodness galore

A vast selection of flavours

That guarantee you’ll want more

 

Salads of all varieties

All seasonal and fresh

And roasted root veggies

Topped with seeds and crème fraiche

 

Fruity cous-cous filled aubergine

With a beet, chilli slaw

Enchiladas and curries

Hang on, there is more!

 

There are freshly made juices

Fruit pulped, squashed and poured

To cleanse and invigorate

Your taste buds will applaud

 

If you’re not into savoury

And you’ve got a small gap

Their home-made cakes and slices

Are a sweet coated slap

 

Eating in or take away

Your soul and mind will be fed

The whole experience delightful

A Brighton gem to be spread

Is it possible?

Is it possible to be aware?

To have clear presence of mind

Release the grip of others who

Still cast their glance behind

 

Is it possible to reconcile?

The facts from all the fiction

To expect another to be far more

Than mere round-the-houses diction

 

Is it possible to be fulfilled?

Brimming over with another

Overflowing with sweet contentment

To adore, but not to smother

 

Is it possible to really discern?

Who is awake and who is not

A way to truly determine

True potential from the rot

 

Is it possible to surrender?

Accept all, that is unknown

Maintaining heart-felt certainty

In knowing you’re not alone

 

Is it possible to abundantly create?

With intelligent design

A veritable lover and companion

Neither a victim nor a swine

The dressing-up box of life

The dressing-up box of life

All the costumes you’ll need

Always something to suit

From a plaid to a tweed

 

Do not use clothes to hide

Feelings need to be aired

By always covering up

Your soul cannot be bared

 

Expression is honest

Does not cost you a dime

The opinions of others

Just a meaningless mime

 

Pull on trousers in confidence

And a T-shirt of pride

Add a poncho of humour

Wear whatever you decide

 

Mismatched socks of intent

Darn the hole on your heel

Uniformity not required

It just limits your zeal

 

Put your hands in the pockets

Of your jeans of goodwill

The shoes of expectation

They are not yours to fill

 

That old, well-worn jumper

With a leather patched sleeve

An old favourite unravelling

Your own unique weave

Universal Threads

My bad days, are the good days

Of the time that has passed

Without denying my feelings

There’s no emotional fast

 

Sadness still visits

But no longer makes its bed

Doesn’t take root in my heart

Nor try to squat in my head

 

The pull of what was

No more dictates the result

Face to face with my fears

It is my choice to exalt

 

I am learning to trust

That I am where I should be

The outcome released

I love and trust just in me

 

None of us are separate

We do not stand alone

Connecting to everything

Universal threads being sewn

Become your own hero

Get into the game

Do not hold yourself back

Awaken your best self

And take up the slack

 

Clarify uncertainties

Have courage; speak your truth

False assumptions, just that

No one is bulletproof

 

Do not put off living

For some future event

Do not presume what will happen

Take big risks to circumvent

 

Seize all opportunities

Do not play small

The fear behind resistance

Stops you being your all

 

Live your life backwards

Where will you be at the end?

Make the choices to get there

Truly embark, don’t pretend

 

Betrayal and limitations

Are all your own work

Question your beliefs

This task, you cannot shirk

 

Let all of your talents

See the pure light of day

Become your own hero

And live life your way

Game Plan

Get a big piece of paper

It’s an almighty list

For your game plan needs writing

Don’t worry details; get the gist

 

Think back to your childhood

Of what filled you with joy

Lose the concept of money

Come on there, don’t be coy

 

Grab a permanent marker

Don’t let your thinking be small

What’s your driving ambition?

Create magic; it’s your call!

 

Walk barefoot through possibilities

Ideas lapping over your feet

With synchronicity your partner

Remove the chaff from the wheat

 

Think outside of the box

There’s no limit to a dream

Feel the tingle of excitement

Do not censor the extreme

 

What do you really love doing?

What lights up your heart?

Do you think you’re not worthy?

Or don’t know where to start?

 

Do you want to climb Everest?

Have huskies pull your sleigh?

Then create those opportunities

Remove your ego; seize the day

 

We’re designed to succeed

There is nothing you can’t do

Your comfort zone imagined

A shake-up well overdue

 

This list is your dream board

As you carve your own stone

It is your personal blueprint

The road back to your throne