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It's enough to make one chunder
there used to be a time Down Under
when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin
only stated the true blue maker's name
and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein
while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide
with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer
I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is on what's not inside
no GMO cholesterol additives gluten calories caffeine nuts
no added colouring sugar preservatives
no artificial sweeteners monounsaturated
no polyunsaturated &/or trans fats
and bloody oath cobber that's not all as I recall
no worries tho' there's also low sodium
not whingeing but one wonders if it's a dodgy admission
there's no bonzer thingo within such as ace nutrition
meanwhile I'll fill my billycan from yon billabong
surrounded by a few emu and a roo or two
as up a gum tree the kookaburra laughingly looks on
there's nothing more I can do so may as well
bung another shrimp on the barbie blow the froth off a few
have one last blast on me didgeridoo Blue and shoot through
I lost at least twelve pounds in this past season.
Since turning sixty, I have made a goal
to get back to my old self. The reason
is that I hated that unholy roll
around my middle! Now it’s mostly gone.
However, I still want my old size ten.
So I will keep the diet I’ve been on,
but when I reach my goal, I won’t stop then!
I’ve vowed to eat less often things that use
so many additives. They are so bad.
I’m older! Better foods I need to choose.
Quite tasty ones these past few months I’ve had
while losing weight. I know it can be done.
But once a week I’ll cheat to keep it fun!
Written Dec. 20, 2015 for Shadow Hamilton's the Resolutions Poetry Contest
Love - so fragile and yet so strong
Limitless ways expressed in poetry or song
To describe such a word as powerful as "love"
Words fall short - even in heaven above -
To remotely begin to condense the intensity
Of such emotion with such profound density.
A swirling whirlpool of descriptive adjectives
In agreement and subjective additives,
Cannot ever describe the strongest element
As fragile as porcelain and as sheer relevant
As the keen-eye of a cuckoo bird.
Unlmited artists and lovers at a loss for words
To describe the essence of "love" - it's absurd!
Yet, they all fall short and at a loss
As their minds boggle and toss
Back and forth - to and fro
Is such a search necessary or should we just let go?
Just saying, "I love you," is it suffice to set it free
Or demonstrate love with our mere actions and let it be?
So strong, so brave, so tall, so elegant
So fragile, so sensitive, so kind, so relevant!
So tender, so gentle, and still yet so humble
That love's only blackhole stumble
Is when it is placed in the presence of a single lie...
Because love is 100% true reality
A lie is definitely love's fatality!
They poisoned almost everything
their grocery store could hold.
Where all they knew as additives
and modified was sold.
Then paid for politicians
to put labels on for mind.
That expedite designer death
through purchases in kind.
Then set their sites on living
as subscribed by heinous crime.
As they offered up to Health Care
their own sake on practiced dime.
That they all sublulved forsaken
for their faith in borrowed time.
As is all who gait by doctors
show their wait on serpent clime.
That the ones who rush on surgeants
only show their passion more.
As at heart to would stop halfway
af for sake and someone more.
It is not really safe to eat poke sallet.
alway talk to someone before trying to
cook this meal!
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She held the belt sander there
tto smooth the rough edges
she stopped her work when a fella asked
is it safe to eat the wilds
she frowned and pondered.
Change the water several times during cooking to
be safe.
fresh greens needed to be washed
and chopped
then parboiled for at least 30 minutes
with out seasoned additives.
to be sure cook the seasoning mixture in a separate pot
with the veggie that are to go into the final pot.
I bpoil my poke sallet greens for thrity minutes in
a different pot.
then I was them in cool water and boil them again
for 15 to 20 minutes
then i drain and began the final stage.
in a pot
this is done again in fresh water drain and squeeze the greens dry.
for 15 to 20 minutes. once done
I would sauteed in olive oil roasted bell pepper
pepperoni, garlic onions
then I add the broth and greens and
let then cook done for 10 minutes
to be fancy add spinach and watercrest
cream mixture
with two cups of heavy cream
and bacon bits and lemon juice
serve with fried fish nugggets oysters
and fried Manoes.
a country delight she said.
She put her goggles back on and began belt sanding again.
"sweet affection versus bitter conflict, and idealized love versus harsh friction."
Love real love is the nuturing of both good and bad
doing things together so that the work is done
with all involved satified.
A voilen and chello with a piano mimiced our romance.
While a drummer cortailed the friction
of there togetherness.
Rows of green spaces in a row
Trying to control natures flow,
all things wild have to conform,
To fit in with accepted norm.
Cut down trees they block out the sun,
Trim the lawn curtailing fun,
Chemical additives help it grow,
nature needs no help why dont you know.
Habitats destroyed no foxes homes,
Cleverer than us able to adapt,
Complaining about sea birds nesting in towns,
High rising buildings to them are cliffs.
Move to the countryside escaping the hub,
but whats this church bells ringing destroying the quiet,
smells of animals permeate the air no use at all,
Silage it is makes the crops grow and flourish.
When all is sanitised what then will we eat?
Grass will be gone under synthetic sheets,
Animals left untouched like sacred cows,
die first before eating meat.
Everyone telling us this and that and how to live
While barricaded in their castles with moats,
Im all right you should be too earn your corn,
like i had to do using a poor mans strength.
In a church somewhere gather the well to do,
shaping a god into their own corrupt image,
We be blessed beyond measure and rule the land,
But thats not what was promised by his mighty hand.
Stripped of pride
Uncensored
Long car ride
Not a word
Instant reaction
Sugar free
Painful contraction
Every three
Sky high credit
Not a dime
No time to edit
Too far behind
Prayer group
Honest tears
Truthful soup
For all your peers
Garden to table
No additives
Horse and stable
Humbly lives
Straight from utter
To your lips
Country crock butter
God given hips
Evil cancer
Body, a shell
Jesus the answer
Remains smell
Spirit gone
Lovers behind
Moving on
Can't rewind
Red handed
Un tampered
Pre sanded
Nothing pampered
Being frank
Nothing un breakable
Titanic sank
God was capable
Thoughts in head
Before tongue
Post said
How it stung
Anything real
No alterations
How you deal
With situations
I have two mirrors.
One images the exterior.
One images the interior.
I use both of the mirrors.
The first mirror is of the type
That most of us commonly share.
The second mirror is mine to choose.
For me, that choice is the Bible.
If I'm not pleased with what I see,
I have the option of alteration.
Alterations with the first mirror
Are easier to master than the second.
The mirror of the Bible is much more
Revealing and exposes the inner me.
It also offers me a recipe for change.
Some recipes are less tasty than others.
It makes no allowances for choosing my
Own recipes. The recipes of the Bible are
Designed with me in mind and has no additives Nor man- made ingrediences. It is perfect.
Thursday morning
So much follow-up;
Check To-Do list
~~~~~~~~~
Airport drive 7:15am
Terminal 2 Departure;
Brunei trip for one
~~~~~~~~~
Morning psalm
Prayers for peace;
Come Holy Ghost
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Old car resting
New car on-the-road;
Workshop service job
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Waiting time
Hours and minutes;
Poetry on the wing
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Tea and pastry
Morning communion;
Snacking on verses
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Thoughts juggling
All things possible;
Poems oozing out
~~~~~~~~~
Swirling sounds
Order in chaos;
Food centre devotional
~~~~~~~~~
Waiting rituals
Time to kill time;
What a waste?
~~~~~~~~~
Roadside vendor
Newspapers proliferate;
Random customers
~~~~~~~~~
Snack in hand
Tea and iPad screen;
Sanguine persuasion
~~~~~~~~~
I sit here
Alone with odd feel;
Strangers for company
~~~~~~~~~
Curious old ladies
Stare at me writing;
Sneaky intruders
~~~~~~~~~
Humid heat stalks
Overhead fans pour;
Hot air and sweat
~~~~~~~~~
And when I look
Do you see me?
Transparent feel
~~~~~~~~~
Hot tea scenario
No additives;
Swirling brown brew
~~~~~~~~~
Noisy surroundings
Fish market ambience;
Order in chaos
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Leon Enriquez
28 April 2015
Singapore
(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.....