Best Slimmed Poems
Big Brenda knew things were not right
When she saw the rolls of cellulite
She could not disguise
The wrinkly thighs
And her hanging butt groaning with fright .
Skinny Jack just stood there and leered
It was worse than his lean frame had feared
When he sat on her lap
And had a real bad mishap
Skinny vanished .... He just disappeared .
But Weight-watchers opened her eyes
Slimmed her "Michelin" way down to size
And Skinny was found
In a wrinkle that bound
Her bum to the back of her thighs .
Inspired for Carolyn's contest .
I combed cool waters of your baby blue
crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall
waves washing my stellar rainbow rays
arching it melted into the warm womb
of transducing tangoing Earth
Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange
oxytocined crane flowers whispering
wisdoms to a hundred yellow butterflies
fluttering and flirting
They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with Baconian
brown locks surrounded by sirens serving
savoury silver sardines, oolite oyster shells
sang solos as dolphins dived, oceanic mouthed
In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour
In our Grecian lifetime you draped alabaster
urns lighting my marble mantelpiece
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs instructing
slaves to whiten your garb with lemons from
our sculpted garden
On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot we flaunted sleek sharp sapphire
studded swords dancing necessary wild wars
Who remembered and who forgot
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart
How much escaping, escapades, evolutionary
clocks cloak our cusps or cues or custard
synchronicities
how many summer summit starlings must
seek to sing of sorrow or of wolves, withering
willows, watermelons on this Planet of
coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs where
lacy lament is but another aperture into Space
I seek not to know !
Lonely-hearted Carolyn thought she was too large.
She searched long and hard
but couldn't find a man, good or bad
so she went on an all-popcorn diet.
Popcorn Carolyn slimmed down fast.
Attracting many men, both good and bad.
She jumped on a testosterone carousel of confusion:
She dumped and was dumped upon.
Flourished, then languished in the froth
of many musky promises.
She got off and on many, many times...
Then finally jumped off the carousel of men.
Popcorn Carolyn gained all the weight back. And then some
Popcorn Carolyn met a good woman and finally lived.
“Rainy day, dream away
Ah let the sun take a holiday
Flowers bathe an' ah see the children play
Lay back and groove on a rainy day”
Jimi Hendrix 1968
A weep at first
to cure a thirst
becomes a cloud bursts fray
the earth sips deep
of questionings glyphs
a mind soon returns to
youthful puddle playing daze
the dream’ intend is
for a drought to end
a return to stationary and
normal weather ways
the clouds return, the
soil stops burning a relief
is provided by providence or
bye chance one’s yearnings
the grifting natures; of humanity
in a “Three Card Monty” played
a slight of hand does so stand
against the awe of simpler times
the rain now comes
with the gusting winds
a bind to bond twined powers play
into a more potent and fearsome slam
the hours pass, the rain at last
becomes that three in one parley
a rage, a warn, a worry;
uncompromisingly formed
the banks of clouds
as the banks becloud
a swirling weather pool
of raging flood potential
the water falls
like the “Bridal Veil”
a most profoundly fear filled sight
especially at late snow thaw’s height
the imaginations reared
by a downpour’ tears
a Heaven scent or Hell is
on, in an unrelenting pain
the mix of these
astounds one’s ease
a lament; for in pain
is drinking water gained
the odds are indeed
and in an oddity
a tit-for-tat; “the good
for bad, gets ugly”
the rain, a pleasure’ sheen or
on this day death and wet demons
a fiasco; living’ fresco; an echo
slimmed or splendored
the conflict bred of want
or life’s simple needs
a gift in sweetness given, or a
warning from the highest Heavens
the rain; without, no doubts, we die;
no other options are given
a thought therefore
proves necessarily necessary
the truth is a daze
our world is ablaze
a rainy daze redemption’s
bless is daringly caring
the source from which
these blessings flow
a Heavenly respite; a gift
this day and night
the result therefore
is thinking’s cower
a reaction to reaction’;
its time for profound reflections
fore the daze to come, have all
“passed as this; so many times before”.
Big head; slimmed shape
Short-legged; fat belly
Out of proportion; feeling crumpy
A man uncertain of "BEAUTY".
Out of envy, he pulls down
Other success, brings him disgrace
Reputation's ruined when someone's able
Crabs in the bucket towards their "ACHIEVEMENT".
Brought into life with no posession
While others have gold
Punished to hunger and discomfort
When others plenty with no effort
Always dreaming of that, "one day"
But lazy and untimely
Annoyed with other's gain
He killed due to "WEALTH".
Are you deprived of a life?
You're anxious at all times
Clouded by doubts; rejection by the crowd.
If you're equal with anyone
With body, soul and mind
Time to feel something good
Cultivate a new self and a future.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more annoying than a buzzing mosquito.
Rough winds do radiate from your way,
And your face is red as a ripe tomato.
Sometimes too bright your sweaty skin doth shine
And often is my fair vision dimmed
By the sight of your face, in decline,
And your thighs, needing to be slimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
When will you pay the money that thou ows’t?
Thy personality cuts me like a blade
When in eternal lines to time thou wrinkles grow’st,
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this: thou shalt remain ugly.
Running wild
Through beds of rocks and stones
His voice echoes... 'Neath the mountain tops
Years gone by
Slimmed thin; his narrow bones
His arms, still trickling slowly downstream
Of man-stocked
No more reproduction
Like a blood transfusion...the trout swims
Just like that
Outliving you and I
One day, Old Man River...will be gone
Images in Parallel Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
2/15/2021
There doesn't seem to be enough humour here
That's where Jester Jack earns his pay
Been commissioned by the jolly police
To spread joy and giggles each day
He's provides this service totally free of charge
There's no reason to change that now
He also reaps such happy benefits
Creating laughter is his vow
Ain't a serious bone in his slimmed down body
Though some say he's still overweight
It goes with being a jolly old elf
Or a happy-go-lucky primate
So next time you need a pick me up my friend
Click on me, I'm online all day long
I'll try to chase your worries away
With a cheery word and a song!
© Jack Ellison 2013
At dawn, we collect our nefarious swords,
Drenched with dusk's wailing chords.
Hordes congeal steadily in torrents, aboard
Vessels abreast a boy who's bored.
Insipid wounds burst like dwarf stars,
Spattering lapels slicked with stagnant scars.
In battered lands stands a striated limb
And jeering tiers of perverted peers, slimmed
In spirit, hoarse and nauseating. Rumpled sheets,
Amass writhing; blackened defeats,
Repressed urges surge and singe sporadically.
Timid expressions impress, yet he still tallies.
Silent you were, aloud you shouted
Heavy it looked, lighter you took
Imbalanced you were, in balance you are
Know how had you, but his deep in you
Over and over along, the moons waned
Many shouted to you, I just whispered
All you put off, I kept trying
Men swarmed in, your actual hive
My knees I bend, to thought and thought
Turning my eyes agony,for you but gone
Out of the odds, you thinned and slimmed
Luck is not sun, we know must set
On the contra, it shoots like flashes
Vivacious is luck, before it thunders in
Every trouser feel, every dress to stress
TYNE - BUILT SHIP 1968
Gigantic steel behemoth
Sitting on the ways greased
And ready to give it birth,
Ten-storey-high street-darkener,
Rusted and immobile -
Once launched in silent swish
And cheered by a thousand voices,
Transformed to marine elegance,
And slimmed by the vastness
Of the endless ocean -
She moves easily in her element,
Dolphin and whale at the same time.
Sue was putting on weight
at an alarming rate
Was it down to fate…
or too much food on her plate!
She got asked by a mate
when was her due date
But Sue’s monthly was not late,
at her friend Sue got quite irate!
Her friend’s comment made Sue instigate
a course on how to roller skate.
Her weight gain Sue did negate
and she’s slimmed down and looking great!
10-19-17
Crazy is the holy name of the book
I had read last night, paper backed
And very slimmed priced about dollars fifty three
Published and written by none other than this cherubic me
The theme is very simple telling about my rise
From very humble position and the attention I got
From the pompous girls and lustrous women of our locality
The critiques analysed it critically and said this is very false
But I am telling them I really saw a cute baby
Standing quite right at the end of the queue before my fall
And I am learnt from the lines of the last page
That for me she is still waiting with anxious breath
I feel pity for inexperienced her and still I regret
I should have continued writing, say, fifty more pages
To find her soul a mate but I am very ashamed to say
I am made a fool myself and a sense of self cheating creeps in
The book is not crazy nor am I, nor are there real critiques
Under dark I took a book unknown written by somebody else.
O’ little Bonsai, looking elegant!
Ah, you are quiescent!
How do you feel when trimmed?
Discontented for being slimmed?
I feel a conscious impulse - carries
Back to mother earth’s hands.
I wished I would be a great bower,
For passers-by and for birds a big tower.
It’s not my silence,
But sadness that cast on my face.
Deprived of my original charm,
And last as a showy in the living room.
People wonder at my pretty figure.
But never realize that I have lost my vigor.
My stature makes them exuberant.
But never recognize that I am poignant.
Contest : BRIAN'S Choice U, any form, any theme
Contest judged on: 25/05/2020
Sponsored by : Brian Strand
winner : Honorable Mention
Soothing the structures slimmed and sized,
The toning and textures of skins tendered,
Of waists curved into molds bold and shaped,
From the fines of hourglass and dusted in gold,
The Fragrances, The Dior's, deep the stimulation,
The Dressing, The Hermes, best in shape definition,
The soulful, and you that brightens all my desires,
Is one I envision to be the woman worth the elevation.
Behindhand with that that truest shone on days dark,
The choco-lightness, the facial beauty, pure of no mark,
The natural and you that stays faithful to creations alike,
Is one I envision to be the wonder woman worth the elevation.
written on 2nd October 2018