Best Regretting Poems
Regretting one's past ruinous actions
is certainly a waste of precious time
wise would be to use the lessons learned
to build his future's edifice sublime!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 January 2020
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A new guy I’d met said to me,
“We ought to have cake by the sea.”
As he gazed in my eyes,
I did not realize
He spoke metaphorically.
A tiny bikini I wore
That day we strolled down to the shore.
No cake did I see,
Which seemed odd to me
Since cake was the thing I’d come for!
He’d hidden it. . .. That was my notion.
I went with him into the ocean.
With a smug attitude,
He said, “Let’s get nude.
Let’s roll with those waves; make some motion!”
I told him, “No way I’ll get nude.
I don’t even know you well, Dude!”
He leaned in for a kiss
Which I tried hard to miss,
But he GOT me. That guy was so rude!
Returning at last to the beach
(which I thought that we never would reach),
He said, “Don’t act funny.
Just give me some honey.
I think you’re as sweet as a peach.”
I said, “Where’s this CAKE anyway?
In your car? Is it hidden away?”
He said, “Here’s a clue.
The frosting is YOU.”
I was mad; hardly knew what to say!
He wasn’t my type. The mistake
Of sleeping with him I’d NOT make.
I said, “Have you no hunch?
Girls just wanna have lunch!
I regret just one TASTE of your cake!”
Written Aug 12, 2016 for the Contest of Julia Ward
Written for the contest "Regretting Cake"
The drunken groom,
was in his bedroom,
as I had my cake with his bride.
And in hindsight I would chide
myself for charming, smiling,
and to her causing alarming
intimation of satiation loom.
His best man and kin,
were coaxing his skin,
into the nuptial shower.
But the party slowed the last hour,
and the cake sugar did empower
our energy to sin.
And with wine our heads did spin.
She smeared cake on my face,
and I knew it was disgrace,
when she stopped me from wiping it clean.
She took me behind the dais scene.
Into a bathroom and on the sink did lean.
Without a thought I took her fast pace,
and winked a toast to the groom through her veil lace.
8/1/16
So my friend said his sister was saying her vows
In a low key church ceremony three weeks from now
No parties, no showers, no flowers, no muss
But I thought to myself she deserved a small fuss!
So I planned a surprise that would redden her face
A Bachelorette Party so hot and debase
She would never forget for the rest of her days
That wee bit of naughty before strict married ways.
I invited her over to casually dine
And not knowing her friends, I invited all mine.
I decorated the place with men's private parts
And hired a stripper from "Bachelor of Darts."
She arrived right on time, a quarter past seven
And I found my friend's sis was a slice out of heaven
And that description is not the slightest bit shabby
As his "sister" was a nun from the neighborhood abbey!
I welcomed her whilst I was gesturing frantically
For my friends to hide all that would shame me gigantically
And to their credit they did, even cancelled the stripper
And we dined and chatted til I was feeling quite chipper
We finished the meal, and I went to the loo
When suddenly a scream went up from my crew
I ran to see sister slumped, white as a ghost
And a room full of people hysterical almost
There in front of the nun sat the special dessert
I had ordered before meeting the sweet Sister Gert
It was fully erect, took a long time to make
And for the first time I found myself regretting cake!!!
8/7/2016
For contest "Regretting Cake"
Finalized 8/14/2016
Now for "Take the Dagger from my heart, Please"
The cake I regret is the one I ate on our wedding day.
(Not) Regretting Cake
Never ending restrictions are slave driver’s tools a debatable concept wielding
Onslaughts on conscience asceticism zero sums zero size and perfection
To not trespass the segments of cake the boundaries and frontiers rules and
Regulations to not violate prescriptions norms dogma seems violent in itself
Ethics of ingestion virtue Kantian Imperatives calculus of nutrients refrain but
Greed I am not talking about only challenging that second third piece of cake
Reconstituting its shape form and meaning on my hips on my nourished mind
Eat it and have it I do not propose though I posit another round of consumption
To further the cause of challenging prejudice stereotypes and conformity
The cake forms reforms formulates temperate moderation versus addiction
In ‘massa libum’ veritas and in ‘veni vidi vici’ I transcend over the tyranny of
Never-ending so-called scientific nonsense regarding what my cake intake must
Gauge on the scales of truth and honesty desire tolerance and discomposure
Calibrated shackles prisons torture chambers othering of weighty arguments in
Adverse confusion of liberation freedom unregretted pleasure life as such are
‘Khamsin’-like oppression hot air and antidotes to independence to my pursuit of
Ebullition in words feelings thoughts and propositions and in that second slice of cake
05th August 2016
Did you mention 'regrets'?
I have one or two, a few or possibly a million.
Depends on which way the wind is blowing,
and how gracious I'm feeling in the moment
Like, I'll never forgive that guy who butchered
my ideals of love everlasting, that'll last a lifetime
nor, when he lied about my best friend, just
to prove a point about promiscuity, all false
Too many detours to recall, but past grievances
should remain midst poetry's recollections,
not keep anyone awake at night,
although in the brazen light of day, it'll come to me
on occasion, that nasty lawyer he snaked for
our divorce proceedings, nevertheless
I slept with him in our bed, admittedly no regrets
there, and if perchance you're reading,
he was a much better lover than you !
To Regret or Not to Regret - it's fiction....
For contest 'Regret', sponsor Frank Herrera
I bought a three layer chocolate cake for my sister
it had chocolate icing all around and fancy sweet words-
saying H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y . . . .
but the party was cancelled because she was sick
so . . . I put the cake in the refrigerator
I heard it calling my name
I tried to ignore it I really did try BUT
each time I opened the refrigerator door it said eat me
so I did . . .
one little piece to start
oh gosh that sure was GOOD and delicious
I walked away proud that I had only one small piece
but the memory remembers things that are good
and the cake kept c a l l i n g
one more piece what is the harm really
I threw the last stale piece in the garbage today
darn it and darn my sister for getting sick
and forcing me to eat all the chocolate cake
with the chocolate icing and fancy sweet words-
but oh the chocolate demon in me says thank you so much
now I best go exercise because I am feeling quite F A T . . . .
and full of regretting cake . . .
oh maybe a float in the pool instead
_____________________________
August 3, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Regretting Cake
Copyright Protected, ID 16-813-792-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the Premier Contest, Regretting Cake
sponsor, Julia Ward
Second Place
The moment I stepped on the scale,
my mouth started to shout and wail,
not that many pounds!
My belly’s so round,
I’m starting to look like a whale!
I shouldn’t have eaten more cheesecake,
it sure was my biggest mistake,
no more skinny me,
three hundred eighty,
so heavy I may cause a quake!
I no longer can wear tight jeggin’s,
not even my tiny leggin’s,
but cherries on top,
sometimes I can’t stop,
please help! I just can’t stop beggin'!
I’ve pleaded my hubby for more,
he says, “you can't get off the floor”,
I’m just so hungry,
more cheesecake for me,
I can't even fit through the door!
REGRETTING CAKE - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Syllable count: 8-8-5-5-8 for each stanza
Date Written: August 13, 2016
This may seem odd, but on this take,
The only cake I regretted was the one I didn't bake.
As a child my mom taught me the art of beating the mix,
Showing me the variations that were her little "tricks".
The one that I make mention of is one never made,
Because before it went into the oven I made a little raid.
I licked the spatula, the beaters, the mixing bowl and then the cake in the pan.
So the mix never felt anything warmer than my hot little hands.
"I can't believe I ate the whole thing" were my watchwords that day,
As I wrenched my guts out when I went out to play.
Needless to say that I was not the only one whose day was made sad,
That mix was supposed to be a Surprise Birthday Cake for my Dad!
I was fortunate that mom did not chastise me more for my indiscreet role,
I think she felt sorry for me, as I spent the night with my head in the "Bowl".
written 8/4/16
Having a dinner party that night
I was getting the meal prepared,
had all the steaks and salad ready
but nothing yet for dessert,
feeling like a Betty Crocker,
but with little time left,
decided to make an upside down
pineapple cake from scratch,
getting out a recipe from Good
Housekeeping from the rack,
reading the fine print,
I went right to work,
whipping up all the ingredients,
for my special dessert,
popped it in the oven for 1/2 hour,
and when I took it out it looked
good and smelled like a flower,
all went well as my party progressed,
my guests commenting on my
dinner as being one of my best,
then serving them the pineapple cake
they all looked so eager to try,
until my best friend took a slice
and bit into it with a disappearing smile,
then I noticed my other guests
with frowns on their faces,
so I took a slice myself
and tasted the awful bitterness,
everyone gulped down their
drinks and then drank some more,
I as well to get rid of the horrible
taste that nauseated me to my core,
I apologized and excused myself,
and wondered about the awful
taste mystery while back in the kitchen,
so I reread the ingredients and
noticed the one I had used mistakenly,
instead of using one cup
of sugar I used a cup
of baking soda in my haste,
and that is why that was the first
and last time I made pineapple
upside down cake!
8-3-2016
Oh! now regretting cake
hands are weak so can't bake
time's gone memories run
will come back the past fun?
Wow! hearts are young till now
sometimes compels to do any how
in dry weather there's no rain drops
of the two any one surely flops
Written on: 09/08/2016
REGRETTING CAKE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Pineapple cake tempted my taste buds
Sliced in the lunch hour of the work
Single slice was not ample
To satisfy cravings
Tasting two slices
Without thinking
In high blood
Glucose
Test
Don’t eat cake, they said; it goes to your hips
That’d be sexy, I think and lick the cream on my lips
Don’t eat cake, they said; it goes to your thigh
A little cushion on those matchsticks I can’t deny
I ate seconds with cream so yummy
It sat layered on my once flat tummy
Making it protrude in bulk out of my jeans
Now I know what a muffin top means
As crunches and planks make me ache
Oh! I regret those pieces of cake
Written on :08/02/2016
Contest:'Regretting Cake' by Julia Ward
On my golden birthday, I met Joughin
covered in flour and
blinking in the dust, preparing
lush gardens of iced desire.
I thought to myself
how must he think, as
regular we all get drunk
on these delectable seasons.
And now, and each night thereafter,
we dove-- deeper into sharpened foam;
lifting our heads just enough to sniff.
When on that final night, with cast
iron bellies and swollen hands,
holding our cake with brightened
eyes we thought, “Was it us
who sank
the ship?”
August 2, 2016
Note: Charles Joughin was the chief baker aboard Titanic
For Contest: Regretting Cake
Sponsor: Julia Ward