Best Corpulence Poems
In a pursuit of excellence
All the effort, no violence
Not an endless, bourgeois voyage
Have all the possible courage
Need not be a total silence
In a pursuit of excellence
When serenity knows no bounds
Tranquillity always rebounds
It's a hard work, not at random
With knowledge and faith in tandem
In a pursuit of excellence
With honesty in corpulence
Be careful, no one could be harmed
It's all peaceful, no one be armed
Prime's to be the benevolence
In a pursuit of excellence
Jan 27, 2016.
For the contest 'SHOW ME QUATERN POETRY! (I Like Mine Rhymed)'
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
corpulence, appreciation, character, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Quatern
Trump To God
We never did discover what will be the cost
When around for long time have been bossed
And insulted, humiliated as well as criticized
Of a bunch of ignorance this has epitomized.
Aren't we supposed to be setting an example?
Instead of on others always trying to trample
And cowardice display abundant corpulence
Or building walls that will serve as a fence.
Fence ourselves in are not supposed to do
When wide open spaces and sky virulent blue
Are some of the things that God was making
Grand Canyon and Yellowstone all breath-taking.
In Yellowstone often appear many bubbles
God did not intend to cause any troubles
Of crop He constantly gave us His cream
Bubble openings were for blowing off steam.
Do steam blowing in a constructive fashion
Instead of around in circles madly dashing
Trump to God should always offer his soul
Each time he does or starts losing control.
James Eye Blinking Thinking Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
corpulence, allegory, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Couplet
Body Art
David J Walker
It was beautiful beyond any measure
As the birthplace of unheard-of ideas
Mothers wept
Fathers slept
While the skin-toned canvas
Spread thin and then
thinner again
with age
Topographic changes across the brow
The eyes seized in torrents of time
The deliquesce of delicate hands
Unplanned corpulence
In the fading spadix of arums and palms
Light will take what time has left behind
Categories:
corpulence, age, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
I grow increasingly concerned
about living in an unhealthy monoculture
of educational
evangelical
judicial
legislative hubris
Rhetorically LeftBrain dominant
verbally debating
which empowered opinion leader
will improve my personal consumer powers
and ego-incorporated
greed productive profits
In this competitive big Dog
eats little not leftbrain dominant
feminized nasty girl-dog
predative worldview
In which straight white male dominant
militarized
police state supporters
armed and dangerous
capital profit performers
for self-aggrandizing opulence
corpulence
corporate satiation
Slick as opioid addiction
to causing pain
supporting profitable relief
through drug-addiction management,
Corporate sponsored
unhealth
uncaring
inhumane unwealth
predation strategies
to survive economies
of LeftBrain dominant
scarcity
With no apparent worthy survivors
after we professionally
corporately
predatively kill prosperity
of all our individual species
recast as if
competitive pleasure-seeking consumers
on some superficial entertainment regimen
and off from our own RightBrain
cooperative mind
inviting compassionate health care
ecologically co-gravitating,
sacredly indigenous
natural/spiritual nondualistic,
bilateral,
contextually therapeutic intelligence.
What we need
and mental/physical healthcare expect
our teachers
clergy
judges
and elected representatives to wisely administer
is health and safety
of this
and future humane
regenerators
Of past
and for future
bicameral
bipartisan
multicultural compassion,
Sacred
indigenous
health/wealth equitable
and potentially win/win care
Integrity,
our universal EarthTribe
becomes more economically co-invested
in cooperative
dialogical political values
Empowering integral
holistic
equitable health care reception
Which is also
enlightening
trusted
not frightening
safe wellness,
prosperity,
wealth care
Seeking cooperative EarthPeace
through health mediating productions.
Categories:
corpulence, addiction, education, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
The architects of cardboard town, will never shoulder blame.
From brick and stone built luxury, they sit immune to shame.
Whilst on forgotten streets the homeless, dwell in paper waste
Constructing prefab mobile homes, before each cold night breaks.
In handmedowns and odd paired shoes, they shuffle in our streets,
invisible, anonymous, a Legion of deadbeats.
Tramps and Bums, the great unwashed, the epithets we use,
Casting blasé aspersions, we carelessly abuse.
We close our eyes and turn our heads, reciting ‘it’s God’s will,
we don’t know them, they don’t know us,’ thus avoiding bitter pill.
Just Stop, reflect, one minute, as you avoid their eyes,
Remember, but for God’s good grace, that there goes you or I.
A thousand different stories lie, beneath those cardboard roofs,
A million different reasons why, but all state one sad truth.
The corpulence of greedy men, with callous aforethought,
has generated homelessness, our indifference cheaply bought.
A kindly word, a helping hand, each Christian act you make,
to a broken, lost and lonely soul could all the difference make.
Instead of standing idly by, and sighing at the sights
Why not take to task MPs, and make them put this right.
These victims of our system, have slipped between the cracks,
The engine of good government, must get back on the tracks.
Put this right, remove this blight, that puts us all to shame.
Accept the fact, that all of us, share equally the blame.
Categories:
corpulence, people, philosophy, political
Form:
Rhyme
The weeping canvas
drips it's wordings
o'er the upturned chins
of the thinning mind.
A diet;
not of health
but of nutritional void;
sapped of logic and heart,
to warp priorities
and starve it's principles.
Where a mass of ignorance
and complacency takes hold;
lavishing in it's own corpulence
as it ruptures the arteries
of the light of young minds;
unto a paint brush without a color,
to remain adjacently dry forever.
Categories:
corpulence, art
Form:
I stood on the bridge looking at the river below.
A strange-looking man came up to me and said “hello,
“Do you know where I’ll be able to find a job here?’
That is what the strange man asked me in a voice quite clear.
I said, “I don’t really know. I don‘t live very near.”
The way the man looked at me gave me a little fear.
He heard what I said, and then began to walk away.
However, I would meet that man again that same day.
The day in Wisconsin was quite hot that September.
The man I saw was heavily clothed, I remember.
I was relaxing; stretched on the grass when he appeared
the second time that day. The scenario was weird.
Not looking straight at me, he seemed to sense my presence.
He was a big man with some burgeoning corpulence.
Perspiring heavily, he would not take off his shirt.
As he spoke again, he seemed emotionally hurt.
“I haven’t held a good job in nearly forty years.”
The way this man spoke to me rekindled all my fears.
“Mind if I keep you company a little today?
I’ve been on the road a long time with no place to stay.
It’s Labor Day, the height of the carnival season.
Not one of them will give me a job for some reason.”
“What seems to be the trouble?” I asked him politely.
He said nothing. He unbuttoned his shirt quite slowly.
With his eyes closed, he would answer me somnolently.
“I hope to perspire enough, and have them all wash off.
I’ve been hoping the sun would burn me, and they’d cook off.”
With his shirt removed, he asked me if they were still there.
I responded, “Yes they are”, and could not help but stare.
Skin illustrations made their appearance everywhere.
He told me, “My appearance is enough to frighten.
So, I wear this shirt especially around children.
They follow me on the roads with curiosity.
However, they are all filled with fright when they see me.
I know this seems to you to be a very strange thing.
These things are staying on me; it all keeps on going.
I am this way all over. I hope you understand.”
He opened his fist to reveal a rose on his hand.
It looked so real; yet it was just a mere illusion.
His body was a pervasive colorful fusion.
There were all sorts of images in three dimension.
I said “They’re beautiful”. It was not my intention.
To be continued
Based on the short story "The Illustrated Man" by Ray Bradbury
Categories:
corpulence, adventure, fantasy, imagination, science
Form:
Rhyme
Polarizing the Populous
Heaven’s tide is far and wide as they manage in their malevolent mockery
Their hands are tied and losing pride, dining without candelabra crockery
In a calamitous chasm their dreams in spasm as they awaken the nightmare
Scrapes of sarcasm thrown by the pious phantasm as they look to compare
In a silken state the high adjourn and arbitrate for they conquer and divide
In their cure to annihilate they castrate the mirroring images that they hide
They adorn as they scorn the lonely for their wrathful worship falls to ground
In their obsessive opulence with protruding corpulence sins that compound
In a vicarious void, the mighty have employed sewn surrogates as their slaves
Their will destroyed and must avoid the gravitational grieving to their graves
In their impulsive impetus using stimulus, they must be freed from their chains
Upon leaving inept infelicitous ideas by timorous travel thus exult in their pains.
Aug.15.2018
Eight word challenge-8
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd
Categories:
corpulence, giving, humanity, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
Vulnerability is rich soil for gratitude
while Yang strength is rockier,
less robust for absorbing flows of nurturing waters.
Just as gratitude
is richer soil for abundance
than Yang attitudes
of elitist patriarchal supremacy.
At Yang's perpetual adolescent table,
each diner has his family's autonomous bowl and spoon
of diverse inherited sizes.
The object of this eating nutrition game
is to grab as much of Earth's Common HealthWealth
as possible,
to keep your bowl not just full,
but overflowing into storage bins
and deposit boxes.
Good Yang capitalists,
well-fed to corpulence,
are not known for their satiated abundance,
but more for insatiable hunger for more
food in their wealth bowls today,
unaware that Earth's crops of storage bins
and deposit boxes
encroach now across the Commons garden
of formerly more organic nutritional abundance.
Yin has no such strong autonomous table.
Here Gaia is known as a OneBowl-OneSpoon economy
playing universal Golden Rule cooperative politics.
As political capitalism's OneBowl Earth
separates wealth for those inside our OneBowl
from health,
especially for those on the margins
of our One Matriarchal Gratitude Bowl,
then competitive abundance tips toward cooperative recessions,
suppressions
oppressions
away from abundance
toward insatiability of Yang's autonomous
growing numbers of bowls and spoons
of widely disparate inherited sizes,
where biggest might of great abundance
never fills each glutted plutocratic bowl
not yet sufficient for paranoid insecurity's conservation needs,
sufficiency in defensive competition with all Others.
At some point Yang might notice
that all patriarchal competing bowls
of diverse sizes and colors and cultures and nutrients,
derive from our one GaiaEarth Bowl
with One Ecological Spoon,
feeding Yin vulnerability
toward matriarchal gratitude
and, thereby, cooperative ecopolitical abundance,
and not so much falsely autonomous Yang short-term strength
feeding anthrocentric competitions and racisms
toward capital violent-industrialized
marketing of Earth's remaining scarcity
for Yin/Yang OneBowl-OneSpoon
ecological life.
Categories:
corpulence, culture, education, health, humanity,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The grain on my hills,
Made into your bread while
Children grew thin in their homes.
The swine in my pens,
Roasted in your banquets until
Your corpulence matched your greed.
The grapes grown in my arbors
Fed to you by ambitions whores
Or drunk from my chalices.
The woman in my palace,
Desperate in her weaving, afraid
You would force your way upon her
The son on my speedy ship,
Driven away in guise so your
Claims could be written on scolls.
What was taken,
Will soon be once more
In my weathers hands.
Much like this bow
You could not string.
Categories:
corpulence, adventure, anger, animal, family,
Form:
Blank verse
Written: February 07, 2024
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It appears as if
the world has been
coated by a wave of
deceitful dictums,
where faked reality
appears to be popular,
an appeal of mimicry shines
even most brilliantly.
Anathema to blisters
induced by prickly nettle;
an artwork mustered
quivering feathers
that cascade over
the ivory cuticles
nestled in molten
mascarpone.
Pearlescent opal stone,
a glimpse of the
azure sky,
a shattered spirit,
hollering.
Deeper within her
skeletal corpulence
an artist grumbles
vehemently,
leaping into the air
while emitting a strained
sonorous tone,
primal image vanishes
and equestrian adulation
is insufficient,
an ersatz nest of swans
brimming with an
ethereal dawn.
Soprano with a
whimsical quality
slightly etched in
matte black tone
diploid remnants are
a flawless fleck of
fascinating fear,
Hollow echoes chant
hymns hail cherubs, and
croon carcass lullabies
Rakish Requiem for
an unreciprocated
magnificent opus
swiftly spanning
pinewood spots, on the
cusp of giving way.
As the impresario
sags on the ladder,
the opera curtains
are drawn closer,
a soothing melody
numbs her fingers
in the process.
Mozart pianissimo is
playing as Requiem strolls
across the stage,
yet, he pulls it off
and fulfills the
task precisely.
Etchings of sequence
on my flesh, conduct
an extraordinary
ballet of life,
raving smooth calm
with melodic verses
that breathe vitality.
Categories:
corpulence, analogy, appreciation, culture, music,
Form:
Free verse
This amazing red headed woodpecker has a solid rat-a-tat-tat
Creating a bit of interest from my well-fed old cat
Shark stops stalking my cardinals which are way too smart
And begins staring at the oak tree with the loud sounding bark.
A robin takes advantage and swoops in for a tiny bite of kibble.
Shark lunges at her, but misses by a mile and a middle.
If he did not have such a tummy, he might have done fine.
Wrens begin swooping in, flying in a hilarious avifauna line
The birds are winning today, thanks to the distraction made
By the loud red headed woodpecker in this everglade
The sparrows are eating bird food not paying attention at all.
Shark makes a tiny leap, but his corpulence is his downfall.
The birds have won, once again, outsmarted my cat.
This is no surprise, and due to his tubby chubby fat.
He used to be spry, but he is old now like me.
I smile at the woodpecker, who is content as can be.
Categories:
corpulence, bird, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
When I am old I shall be an acrobat Granny Fee said.
People will cheer and stomp their feet at me
The clapping will be thunderous
I may join Barnum and Bailey’s right now
I think they went out of business her grandson Joe said.
The rest of them almost laughed until they saw Granny Fee's face.
Don’t even think about eating one of my monster cookies she told Joe
His sister sneaked him two of them after supper
I am working on my sequined costume Granny Fee told her son.
“Not that again!” her doubtful son Biff said, rolling his left eye.
His children were silent.
Gram slapped Biff's left hand when it reached for a monster cookie.
In the summer the family went to the circus.
Granny Fee begged off at the last second.
“Hey! Isn’t that Granny Fee?
It sure was.
In costume, on the high wire, balancing her corpulence on a pink hippo.
The family clapped, cheered, hooted and whistled.
They loved Granny Fee's delicious chocolate chip monster cookies.
And they all knew that she had marvelous hearing.
Categories:
corpulence, food,
Form:
Narrative
Corpulence was once a sign of vast wealth
Although these days it’s a sign of poor health ~
Donald Trump may be obese
But with his weight he’s at peace ~
Still, his wife seems to say, “Look at yourself!”
Categories:
corpulence, giggle, health, money, relationship,
Form:
Limerick