389. Taste 

About my love of wholesome snacks…  A tasty bite, and healthy one,  Good for my mind, And for my tum. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

336. Before/Now 

BEFORE – 320lbs (Obese), binge drinker & fast food fan.  NOW – 195lbs (Healthy Weight), alcohol free & vegetarian.  About the difference between before and now…  5 years, past, I would have laughed, At prospering 5 years advanced, But with a little foresight, Faith,  Ignored the giggle, lost the weight.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada,…

277. Faint 

Whilst working out the other morning I almost fainted. Likely a combination of dehydration, low blood sugar levels and over exertion – I had to stop my weights routine due to growing concern that something was wrong. Flopping down unapologetically, I lay on the gym’s sweat stained floor as the world above me seemed to…

246. Brunch 

Not quite breakfast, nor quite lunch, a Sunday morn is made for brunch. We cooked a beautiful brunch last weekend, a delightful menagerie of salty satisfaction and sublimely saccharine sustenance. I wrote this haiku about brunch.  Amongst friends we rest,  The weekend is not quite dead, Monday, still a ghost.  (Eli Woodbine – Canada, Toronto, 2016) 

244. Cake

There’s something inarguably irresistible about a slice of cake. Offering little to no real nutritional value, cake exists solely to satisfy a deep-seated internal and rebellious desire for a frivolous and filthily fabulous food fix. I wrote this haiku about what cake means to me.  Have a slice they say,  Tastebuds tingle, sweet, soft…swayed.  Then…

233. Hello 

The following poem elucidates as to the state of mind I found myself in whilst the above photo was taken.  Hello dear world at 6am,  Most heads on pillows, duvets spread,  But my waist down is very wet,  My head is in the clouds.  Greetings, sun, Where no wind blows, a hearty stretch,  On 17th…

189. Turkish 

I went for a Turkish coffee the other day with my friends. It was a thoroughly pleasant experience. I particularly enjoyed sipping the thick black caffeinated liquid from the tiny, delicate, porcelain mug, whilst tasting the soft sweet bite of the Turkish delight. It was in all, a treat to be repeated. This haiku summarised…

153. Goodness 

  It struck me recently just how closely tied physical and mental health are. Although I have already been explained this reality in detail, a few years back by my then nutritionist, it took me till now to fully comprehend what this really means on a day to day basis. I wrote this poem to…

115. Tall

   I sat in the bath yesterday and let the water envelop my freshly gymmed skin. As I relaxed, I closed my eyes and extended my legs, to stretch them out. On opening my eyes I had a startling moment of, peculiar, realisation as to how far away my feet actually are from my face….

112. Cheat 

I always look forward to my cheat day more than I enjoy it on the day – peculiarly. Equally, due to my vast array of dietary problems, don’t ask won’t tell, cheat days are also usually followed by a hangover day of bloatedness, cramps and chest pains. Fun. So why do I continue to have cheat…

107. Penance

   California’s oldest prison houses some of the most dangerous men in America. These men, most of whom’s crimes cannot even be disclosed amongst the prisons populace, are all either doing life sentences or are on death row. It is, to all intents and purposes, the end for them. So why do a handful of…

102. Sweat (Poem) 

  I’ve been getting up at 6:30am of late, to go to the gym before work. Why? , well I have a few months to go before the rooftop pool on my building opens and I want to turn heads for the right reasons, not the wrong. Here is a little haiku I wrote about…