Best Gluttony Poems
ghastly gluttony
one of seven deadly sins
with appalling good reasons
total self disrespect
abusing one's own body
that wonderful mechanism
no remorse no thought
millions starving and dying
balancing haves and have nots
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest ONE OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 1ST
Two garden snails met by the way,
and one of them had this to say;
“Last night I did manage,
to eat half a cabbage,
now I feel a mite ‘sluggish’ today”.
The neighborhood buffet boasted
fried chicken and biscuits, toasted,
creamy gravy, and smashed taters.
You can serve yourself, no waiters.
Into the long line you will strut
more than ready to fill your glut.
Bypass the green salads and soup;
run quickly, to the fried foods swoop
all you can eat for one price cheap.
Pile your plate high in one big heap.
If one plate full is not enough,
get back in line and your mouth stuff
with fried okra and sweet cornbread,
rice, beans, pasta, and liver spread.
Undo your belt a notch or two
so one more bite you can chew.
Desserts abound, cookies and cakes,
puddings, custards, tarts, and milk shakes.
Round out the meal with soft ice cream.
Maybe two cones won’t burst a seam.
You leave, with a bloated waist thick,
well-sated, and full as a tick.
Franky was seven and having a party
He told all his school-mates, except for Spud Carty
And once they had heard that Spud wasn't invited
All of them said they were really excited
And then at the party the kids all had fun
Which might have continued if Spud hadn't come
Spud didn't play games, he was not in the mood
He’d much rather stuff himself full of free food
He grabbed all the biscuits and scoffed the whole lot
And all the Bombay mix although it was hot
He snaffled the sarnies and some went down whole
Then grabbed the spaghetti piled up in a bowl
He gobbled so much that he struggled to chew
Then Franky cried out, that's not only for you
Spud simply laughed spitting food as he said
We all gotta eat... or else we'd be dead
And that was when poor Franky found himself wishing
His dad had stayed home and had not gone off fishing
Spud sucked spaghetti like slithering snakes
And said when I'm done, gonna find me some cakes
But Franky looked sick and he started to squirm
That sgetti looks just like a wriggly worm
And Spud got annoyed when he heard someone giggle
Don't be so stoopid, spaghetti can't wriggle
Spud swallowed more, that spaghetti was yummy
He said with a grin as he patted his tummy
You lot he shouted must really be thick
To get the food first you'd have to be quick
The front door swung open, there stood Franky's dad
He looked a bit angry, in fact he looked mad
I’m meant to be fishing but I'm running late
I got to the lake but forgot all my bait
I've checked out the shed and I've looked all around
Wherever I look there's no bait to be found
Was it indoors his son Franky enquired
So it would be handy when it was required
Right there on the table his father confirms
An old plastic dish, full of wriggly worms
And that was when Spud's belly started to grumble
And everyone heard his guts starting to rumble
Spud almost flew to the lavatory
What happened next was a horror story
And when throwing up seemed much less of a danger
He left with kids calling out, Don't be a stranger!
Gluttony
October 8, 2014 at 3:15am
GLUTTONY
(Halloween poem)
Greed is the glutton
that impales the mind,
heart,stomach and soul.
it consumes the eyes.
shuts down the mind
The stomach swells-
The heart is numb.
It be then,empathy fails.
No mercy for self
take more than you need
The bulging eyes react.
With grimy hands,
Evil penetrates
The gluttonous soul of man..
To counteract
We must react
It will be a mistake if we wait,
We must stuff you with garlic,
Pierce your heart with a stake;
Chop off your head.-
Oh but we must.
Right before dusk..
No longer will you lust
I beg,I beg,give gluttony
Over to the miserable
land of the Un-dead.
Greed sways motionless
It plummets into the valley of worthless
Is it immoral stealing
It does obliterate opportunity
Selflessness is a river of unbreakable unity
It jeopardizes our freedom,
A determination that makes you fearlessly overcome
It is destroying our hope
So now how can we cope
Corrupting all the goods, food, money,
Wealth doesn't come swiftly
So much evil never leads to a good act
Now there are so few haves
Leaving the world with have not
Ask yourself how did hell get so hot ?
That makes these things an addiction
It macerates beyond recognition
It chastise you even beyond death
So help someone less fortunate why there is still time left
Innovative an unbeatable peace; between man and the surplus environment
Cheerfully uniting you with your rudiments
Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practice wicked works with men that work iniquity:
and let me not eat of their dainties. Punishment of.
Psalms 141:4
Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed.
Mahatma Gandhi
There was a young man who was obese.
He ate too much and now he's deceased.
He went to his favorite restaurants and ate a lot of food every day.
He died at the age of thirty and it's not surprising that he passed away.
His family told him that his gluttony might prove fatal and they begged him to go on a diet.
Even though they told him over and over that his obesity might end his life, he didn't buy it.
One evening when he was through eating, he had a massive heart attack and hit the floor.
He died instantly and his wife and children grieve because their patriarch isn't alive anymore.
He scoffed at the idea of dieting and he suffered a horrible fate.
He might not have died if he had made an effort to lose weight.
It can't have been the scallops
Or the rump of Islay lamb,
Washed down with white Rioja
Followed by sweet meringue.
It wasn't the skate au poivre
Or smoked salmon canapes
Nor garlic stuffed green olives
Or the double chocolate glaze.
The ruby red barolo
Is surely not to blame
(It was so very very good,
We had some more of the same).
The piquant piccalilli
That came with the ham terrine
Was absolutely to die for,
In French, "Cuisine Sublime".
The roasted veg in garlic,
The rich redcurrant sauce,
All perfectly delicious -
And then we passed the port.
Replete, we left the table
Of coffee to partake,
With a couple of Glenlivets
To sup for old times' sake.
A perfect evening, then off to bed
To dream of happy days.
'Twas not to be, a sudden waking
With a screeching shout of pain,
The hounds of hell were gnawing
At a foot now sore inflamed
And throbbing, throbbing, throbbing,
In purgatory now moaning,
In agony exclaiming,as,
Tormented, he writhes about,
"Must be a change in the weather
Has caused this devilish gout !"
Do not stretch out your hand for everything you see
For evil is the eye that makes your tongue seek
A delicious, diverse platter better left untouched
To allow you peaceful slumber and a tummy unclutched.
Let not your tongue hang out for the tasty display
And have you elbowing diners out of the way
For a little bit of honey is enough to nourish the soul
Than have you sleepless and vomiting the consumed bowl.
Look at all that food, says the glutton to himself
As he serves the variety on the large dish spread
Doesn’t the glutton know that wakefulness over food
Would do him greater harm than the food consumed?
For nobody is fond of the greedy man’s eye
Nor do they long for the tongue that cries
For the platter of delicacies laid for a king
Unless he is mindful, women will take wings.
Thanksgiving meal has come,
A big feast for the tum,
But not so good for the waist.
Each eager guest hovers,
Hungry, turkey lovers
Cannot wait for that first taste.
Each child and each duffer,
Tomorrow will suffer
That to the table they raced.
Some folks lose their reason
In holiday season.
They pig out until disgraced.
For Dr. Mehta's contest
The seed of my fall
was sowed when in small,
certain twist of fate,
both were working late.
Papers flew to frame you wings
while a hunger pulled my strings,
and in the blues of your gaze,
did my heaven and hell blaze.
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Date: 25 / 01 / 2017
There are two types of Jueju poems. The first stanza is in Wujue (5 syllables each lines); the second stanza is in Qijue (7 syllables each line).
I’ve read too many
Words – adjectives and adverbs
Poetry and prose
Both delicious with color
And captivating with feeling
Like music, they have charmed me
My mind absorbs their excuses
Benefiting from their reasons
Justifications that count
Me one of the spellbound
One of the awestruck
One trapped by names
Styles and expressions
Terms and verses
Disputes within the passages
I have read them
Devoured them with a hunger
That is almost a living thing
Forcing me to wolf them down
Like the glutton I am
I want some more; I need more
money, clothing, and food. Give me more.
Stuff me full of chemically altered nutrition;
Dress me in flashy, and unnecessary, fabric;
Let me invest every cent I've earned
on more materialistic goods and services, maybe
I need control, but I want more.
Gluttony like Greed
Excessive desire of Food or Drink
Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins
Jesus Christ requires one to confess
Gluttony One of the Seven
By Franklin Price
12/19/2016
Gluttony one of the seven sins
That are deadly and defined
The Christmas Season's calling me
To make it one of mine
Two turkeys on the table
And twenty pounds of ham
I'll gain fifteen on Christmas day
May even have some spam
The turkey and stuffing
Mashed potatoes and the ham
All the low cal pies and cakes
Will make me fatter than I am
Southern sweet tea sugared
'Til syrup would be dismayed
Will wash down all the pastries
That put belt buckles in the shade
Still have ten pounds I added
When we gave November thanks
No longer looking like a jock
Now looking like a tank
Not saying I'm a glutton
Every day throughout the year
But I am on eating holidays
I think I've made that very clear
I don't really mean to sin
I'll exercise in sun and rain
I'll have ten months to lose the weight
Before I do it all again