Are you angry at that belly of yours again?
The One that held space for life?
The One that still has lightning strikes?
God working at full capacity,
Expanding and contracting it beyond comprehension.
Are you still remembering how it all felt like a fight?
Aren't you holding that belly with gratitude?
A lineage came from there...
Once hidden, never again out of sight.
Hips strong enough to create a village!
A system so strong,
It brought something into the physical plane...
Can't you feel its light?
Are you still angry at that belly of yours?
Lets keep working on making it strong again.
No need for the tension,
Let's rewire its perspective.
It created unconditional love,
Nothing's ever felt so right,
Nothing in this world that is consumable replicates our children...
Let that belly shine bright.
Oh, melty cheese, your temptress sly,
Deep-fried bliss, you wink an eye.
Comforting carbs, a doughy friend,
My cravings sing, and my willpower bends.
But wait! A rumble down below,
A traitorous gurgle, oh no!
This love affair, it comes at a cost,
A belly full, a battle lost.
Pizza Dreams and Burger Towers,
Funyuns, eaten by the hours.
They whisper sweet, then make me groan,
In this love-hate dance, I sing alone.
Food, my frenemy, oh so dear,
A continual battle, year after year.
My stomach wins, a joyful ache,
But oh, the price my pants will take!
chiffon scarves whirling
tiny bells tingling
belly dancer jiggling
her arms and legs spraying and flaying
her veil concealing her loveliness
we watched in fascination
a cultural whirlwind
enticing us all to be better women
On Summer days an outie
like a flirtatious poutie.
My doc snipped just right.
Button pops; it’s out of sight.
Take a look-see; oops -
closed to troops.
The man in the elevator was a plump rounded one,
The buttons of his suit almost coming undone.
He chortled with his might when I walked in,
His askewed moustache fluttering like a bee.
Whipping out a comb he brushed his hair barely made,
His oiled strands of four plastering on his head.
Next came the perfume which he sprayed with gusto,
While I sneezed and choked right in tow.
Pulling the belt barely up his tummy,
He cleared his throat quite like a dummy.
Off I ran into the closing doors with a slam,
Before his paunch held them back - followed by an "At your service ma'am!".
It's so weird looking, and I've really grown to dislike it.
I remember as a child, how cool looking it was when it filled up with bath water
I would squeeze the skin around it together to completely hide it, it worked!
Growing up I've always had one of those Innie types
Unfortunately, these days my Innie has become an Outie
I guess my tummy being a bit ballooned, and my age, has something to do with that
I hate my new Outie; it pops out like a cherry on an ice cream cone
The only thing it really hurts is my feelings, it bothers me constantly
Geez, it looks like I've got a third nipple right smack in the middle of my tummy
Perhaps it's time for a diet, I want my Innie back!
Willy the wannabee Wallaby went
To visit his sweet, sick aunt Millicent
He met a dingo who said,
Don’t look for Millie in bed,
Relish her in my belly with free rent!
Was on the run
Not going anywhere
Caught again
But hopefully not for long
Might try a spell
I hope Djinn doesn’t put me in chains
Now for my next try
Now I have the money
Time to escape
Before Djinn wakes
Help
I’m running in haste
I think he’s coming
Life is rice, oil and salt
If living itself is luxury
And food is all delivery
Relationship is boring
You still need to cook
Your own food for love
In this way not thrifty
It's showing creativity
Independence frugality
Home made taste far
Excellence in all ways
It's a voluntary sense
Trust base, fair care
Ordinary yet special
Simple yet full moral
Most people have this
Urbane yet unexplainable
Always look happiness
In the belly of each person.
Made my escape
While the Djinn sleeps
Now to run off with the Djinns money
Need a large carrier
Must hurry
The Djinn put me in a bottle
I made him watch me as I did a spin.
Only to hide when I will make my escape
I need a new belly
This one is full
I do not have to own it
If you have an extra one
I can rent it
It isn’t what I wanted and yet, here I am
Reluctant but obedient to the greater plan
Did my share of running, tried so hard to break free
But there is no escape… it’s all in the prophecy.
See what you get? You cannot hide.
Into the storm, over the side.
Do as you’re told, you cannot fail
Or it’s three days in the belly of the whale.
I used to be important and now just look at me.
A pawn here on a game board, a slave to destiny
Given one last mission, a message for their ears
Meant to break them down, give them ashes, give them tears.
See what you get? You cannot hide.
Into the storm, over the side.
Do as you’re told, you cannot fail
Or it’s three days in the belly of the whale.
I was told to get up, go and shout into the street
The end is quickly coming. Now, isn’t that a treat?
Is anybody listening? I’m just one lonely voice.
Here against my will to tell the world to make their choice.
See what you get? You cannot hide.
Into the storm, over the side.
Do as you’re told, you cannot fail
Or it’s three days in the belly of the whale.
Belly swells, life within
Lotus petals drift
On the temple pond,
arranging new constellations
Golden light within,
Speaking to life around,
Dancing in her womb
Night jasmine unfurls
Sweet prophecies in darkness
While she dreams, I wait
Peacocks gather now
In our garden, spreading ferns
Of celestial eyes
Each breath she takes holds
The weight of ancient,
Purifying earth
Time slows to honey
As sacred hours approach us
Birth-bells will soon ring
Watching her sleep,
I see generations of light
Flowing through her veins
In her pain I hear
The universe rearranging
Its eternal song
Dawn breaks like water
My grandchild's first cry reveals
Heaven's newest voice
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