Best Fatness Poems
Being a bountiful Coffee tree
I have a privileged status in my country
Aside from being functionally free
I’m sought-out as Christmas fixture for December glee.
Every year, I’m a decorated Christmas tree in an Orphanage-home
And I’ve witnessed love, exercised inside compassion’s dome
Along kindness with packed gifts upon comfort’s foam
For youth who once in the streets did wantonly roam.
Delighted am I to behold blessings shared and given
Making abandoned kids receive provisions in their new-found haven
Merrily unwrapping presents tied with care, constantly proven
From donors contributing cheerfully, verily joy-driven.
In my commitment for yuletide holiday's celebration
I stand with the conviction to serve my purpose, full of jubilation
Doing my role that in my beauteous fortification
Special children courageously smile midst their difficult situation.
“Oh, Christmas Tree*…” I hear such song addressed to me with prayer-ray
An ode acknowledging my usefulness in blissful triumphant way
Not only as a Christmas celebration-display
But most of all, to honor the Creator in my tasks every day.
*Judges 9:9 But the olive tree said unto them, Should I leave my fatness, wherewith by me they honour God and man, and go to be promoted over the trees?
December 12, 2018
12th place, "Screwed XIX" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Carmack; judged on 1/2/2019.
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[8] The trees went forth on a time to anoint a king over them; and they said unto the olive tree, Reign thou over us. [9] But the olive tree said unto them, Should I leave my fatness, wherewith by me they honor God and man, and go to be promoted over the trees? [10] And the trees said to the fig tree, Come thou, and reign over us. [11] But the fig tree said unto them, Should I forsake my sweetness, and my good fruit, and go to be promoted over the trees? [12] Then said the trees unto the vine, Come thou, and reign over us. [13] And the vine said unto them, Should I leave my wine, which cheereth God and man, and go to be promoted over the trees? [14] Then said all the trees unto the bramble, Come thou, and reign over us. [15] And the bramble said unto the trees, If in truth ye anoint me king over you, then come and put your trust in my shadow; and if not, let fire come out of the bramble, and devour the cedars of Lebanon.
I read it so, the Bread of Life
without discourse, without contrive
did lighten, nourish, so arrive
that building up, to merit, live ~
That in my lines
I found your strife
did so surround with beauties hive
that honey of discourse revive!
This leavening of love's requiet,
that injured particle, that pride,
that unaccomplished effort's stride
that unforgiven song's abide!
That haste, that entry unrelied
were all a Godly plan, not tried,
that love unsettled so applied,
unmixed, unsettled faith ~ no bride!
Is love, thus meddled with denied,
pourous regrets hidden and shied,
how puffed up, spoiling shape's decried
this fatness trail, unholy mile!
Be waiting, like a homeless child
so love relinquished dies servile ~
to thee I give, last frenzied mile,
wherein thee walk, wherein thee . . . . smile!
(Sing to the tune "American Pie.)
I long, long time ago, I can still remember when,
Junk food made me smile,
And I knew if I had a chance,
That I could make my fatness dance,
And maybe I was happy for a while,
But McDonald's made me shiver,
With every burger they'd deliver,
Bad news on their doorstep,
I couldn't take one more step,
I can't remember if I cried,
When I passed size twenty-five,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day I knocked back French fries.
CHORUS....
So, bye, bye, McDonald's French fries,
Drove my chevy away from McDonald's,
didn't have a bevy,
I said goodbye to whiskey and rye,
Singing no more apple pies,
That's the end of obesity fries....
Did you go to McDonald's biomes?
Did you know you're changing your genomes?
Eating all those pesticides?
Now do you believe they love you guys?
Might as well eat dead flies!
And can you change evolution in real time?
CHORUS.......
I was an obese teenage bronco buck,
Driving to McDonald's in a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck,
The day I ate landfill in those French fries...
I started singing bye, bye obesity fries,
Drove my chevy, had no bevies,
And the burgers were dry,
This is the day I knock back French fries.
CHORUS.......
I met a girl who sang the blues,
]She'd passed turning size twenty-two,
I asked her if she ate junk food too,
She just smiled and drove away,
I drove down to the store no more,
Where I ate additives years before,
But the junk food store didn't care anyway...
CHORUS, CHORUS.....
There you are
Red, black, and gold
And in the wind
Your dress uplifted, the tease
Of hungry men appetite
For I have looked up your tree
With jealousy
At birds beaking your breast
And felt my tongue
Its passion flaming
Longing to lick your fatness
Like a plate.
O so intimate are my desires
From the plump fruit in blushing skin
On beds of onions and pepper
Where you intertwine your nakedness
Around the fish stripped bare
And salt like a lover's sweat
I still your aroma can recall
From under the sheet
Provoking a child's pasion
On Christmas morning
And a boy's fancy forever
Through the hunger of manhood.
Let the bounty come again
I do not care
What rebellion brought you to my house
Nor what evil report
The tattlering tongue will tell
Of some benign toxins
With which you break the heart of men
And mothers
My table is your welcoming arms
I am addicted to your love
Night and noon or morning soon
When upon my bread you swoon
Or perhaps cajoling with that half ripe breadfruit
Whose glory is the fire
You stoke so tenderly my desire
And bring to climax
The beauty of the moon
Mom would say to sit and eat veggie and fruits while going out
Dad would say talk not at all with the mouth full-daily tortures
The child hood excessive fatness was not part of daily cant.
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*Was meant for Sijo strings contest but did not enter as it was off the theme
of the contest*
June 3, 2014
Form Sijo
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest No.7 by Linda
Oh Goddess, Little Debbie,
Queen of all Saturated Fat,
Sometime of Swiss, which is called Roll,
Now of the delightful Court of Nutty Bars,
I respectfully esteem your Zebra Cakes,
I salute your Cosmic Brownies
And I kiss your empty boxes of Oatmeal Crème Pies.
It can’t be, Oh Goddess,
The tasty chomps of your Honey Buns,
Nor that of your delicious and calorie-laden Donut Sticks,
Which causes me now to wear plus sizes.
But since this is your respectful tribute, Oh Goddess,
It seems appropriate to me to proclaim
According to a greedy and overeating custom,
That I complete one roll of your Powdered Donuts.
Your face, Oh Goddess,
Is so adored that I placed a lovely tattoo
On each layer of my 4-layer belly,
Such as a memorial
Or the obsession
Or my adulation.
It is like the cow coming through chocolate-covered grass,
Yet a bit different,
For the grass is not chocolate-covered,
Only carpet and I am the cow.
Loving you, Oh Goddess,
I love all of your consequences;
But I imagine
That even if I did not love you
I would love the sweetness of even your crumbs,
And my fatness, shaped in the honor of all your snacks.
ALL HAIL LITTLE DEBBIE! :-)
@2Twenty0
CharlaXTitles
CADD
CharlaXAgainstDrunkDrivers
Puke all over the seat and get some on your dogs head
and a little on the wife’s purse get her good
and Madd at yew so she will take the car keys
and drop them in the piranha pool to keep
the control of the car away from yew.
DO not ever try to drive the car like that again.
Be my friend let the motor idle when the belly
has an idol in the center of your disgusting
fatness leave the driving to the women
or call the rental. Drinking is a disease
of the mind heart liver central being alcoholic yew.
It is now not only whiskey but people drugging
swagging smoking of the left handed Turkish variety
just puffing passing smoking inhaling
like a Clinton Will. Stronger measures now aer
needed to stop the added danger of a high
mucky muck brown frame toker from totaling
the soccer van of Mother. There is station wagons
on the road this mourning with whiskey bumps
all over them the women drivers not exempt
from hitting poles and other cars
and then my friend there is the LAW of Johnny
combined to probable cause. When the police man shines
his light inside the car and sees at least thirteen
empty beer bottles laying in the back seat empty
he has a right to ask ewe iff ewe aer recycling them
or drinking. A road test complete with breathalyzer
please make them touch the nose
never mind the sneezes please.
my feelers feel a moldy cheese wheel
to the dented and bitten side, slapping
pushing, thumbing down, break a chunk
and bring close to my eyes to take
a look. there are my brothers, they
look hither and see my eight thousand
eyes gazing upon squirming fatness
in the festering fuzzy fungus sauce.
not fit to eat or to discard, i hold
my brothers' home and look to the wall,
then to the floor, and to the ceiling
so mottled and cream. just a little less
viscous than their own abode, and
smelling similar. they have no eyes
or ears, but an instinct to wiggle and
squirm. so alike are we, my brothers in
the curdled gouda.
i devoured the wheel whole, for i hungered,
and was sated
My weight is still plummeting, I'm happy as hell
Wasting away, to my fatness I say farewell
But it's the chance I take
For goodness sake
Young fillies will be bugging me for a night at my motel
Nice days
Still alive
Eating and eating
I warned you they say
But my brain told me to not listen
My heart told me to listen
Choosing my brain
My heart beating
Worrying about the future
Farmer came
Measuring our weight and fatness
No I say
No
The farmer chose me
I thank everyone
For warning me
My life is over
I realize I'm the same,
but a little
different...
My cry
it is uneven, it is not
of sadness,
it's primal ... crying
the heritage of the world ...
If we live with
defects, correct
the precepts for
the ideal future ...
Who's afraid of
ugly face, do not
you look in the mirror ...
Most of all is impressive in me,
but together,
missing piece ...
For me ugly
it's the dark,
pretty is the
space....
Courage has
the sword that hurts,
yes, but in noble
combat ... coward
the razor
that cuts without reason
and without art ....
I'm fine
nylon zero, I'm
softer , i do not apply
the intelligence
as a weapon, nor
strength as a shield ...
I'm a friendly as
warm blanket
comforting without
shiver ... I'm chocolate
hot that heats up
your bed in the cold ...
Who wants to live
deceived to seek
owl honey, seek
the smell of cheese ...
who wants to walk
backwards, then imitates
crab...
I only speak well of women
because it is a noble figure,
I say that woman
is pretty does not need
painting ...
Everything in her is
splendid... mouth
sans drawn, no
lacks lipstick ...
And I walk slowly
always loving
the women...
My heart today
decompensated,
fear fatness
and wrinkle ,,, yesterday
it ran as the wind,
today i'm done
turtle...!
When I eat I have the discipline to stop,
and I make effort to burn calories off,
you snack all day everyday snacking is non stop,
unwilling to make effort I make you're a lazy sod
Then you blame society and shame me for fat shaming
sit and sweat complaining about your fat that's never draining
though I refrain through discipline because it stops weight gaining
keep fit and my mind entertained to overcome the craving
If you ate less and moved more you wouldn't stay a fatty
if you take responsibility on yourself you'd slim your body
If you move instead of sit down and stop being bloody lazy
you're obese because ill discipline allows the grazing
You can't complain you're fat because society has influence,
when many are athletic or use knowledge with their diet,
you fail to entertain meal gaps and snack your way to lunch,
So don't envy those making effort when you just sit and munch
Yes I'll call you fat because you're fat and that's a fact,
you're greedy when you eat lacking the self control I have,
you do not make the effort that I make to move my act
staying lazy off your feet keeping the calories as fat
Will power, endurance, science,
Fat because you're lazy
never use appliance,
so who cares if you're crazy
I will not be silenced.
I eat a pie you eat 3
stop blaming society,
or advertising on TV
when gyms are partly there to see
change your lifestyle and routine,
take responsibility,
dining like a dinosaur and defining it survival,
will see you die before your time unhealthy fat and vile!!
The fatness of your skin insulates
My still small voice infiltrate
To the depth of a thick soul
A mind never regenerated
In my new ways pronounce
And your way is thicket as you chose it
And trod not in ways ancient
Hence peace is vapor
August 21 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 36-38
Key Verse – Jeremiah 36:6 Therefore go thou, and read in the roll, which thou hast written from my mouth, the words of the LORD in the ears of the people in the LORD'S house upon the fasting day: and also thou shalt read them in the ears of all Judah that come out of their cities.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR COMMANDING US
TO READ HIS WORD
Praise be to God for commanding us to read His Word with His:
Counsel for our conversion by His cares
Command toward our cleansing from curses
Charge along our consecration against carnality
Challenge that changes us upon commitment-cost
Compassion, causing us to consult Him for our calling
Jeremiah 37:9 Praise be to the Lord for
warning us not to deceive ourselves because of our:
Faithlessness that frames us upon failure and frustration
Fierceness that finds us along fightings and frettings
Foolishness that fastens us toward falsity and fall
Fatness that fills us with fascination and fantasy
Fearfulness that fits us into futility and fatality
Jeremiah 38:20 Praise be to the Saviour Who
delivers us while we obey His voice for our:
Spiritual nurture upon salvation-security
Satisfaction’s nutrition through Scriptures’ strength
Service-nobility amidst our supplication’s steadfastness
Sanctification-nourishment along His standard supplement
Stewardship-navigation toward our settled serenity in His sanctuary. Amen!
August 21, 2024