Long Diet Poems
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People of Utopia
In the deepest less open forest of Congo
a tribe live in idyllic greenness the have cattle but rarely
eat meat their diet is plants, milk and blood from their animals.
They are naked, bath in a stream and walk with a natural charm.
Is this Paradise, the nearest they come to fighting
is jostling with long sticks and no one is hurt.
But wait, isn`t there something wrong the absence
of middle-aged or old people?
The people die at forty, don`t know why, the program
maker didn`t mention it he just waxed lyrical
about a life without stress and overlooked the obvious.
Had the program maker hid the old away for an esthetical
reason? But it appears people die early in this Paradise
I will not join the tribe in Congo just yet.
It seems that a weak sun is trying to penetrate my cloud~
A cloud so heavy filled with moisture it drips steadily
Black ominous, not described as light and fluffy so hey you get off my cloud
For the swallows dart about through the damp thickness like bats who fly at night
Let's try to make my cloud go away
Don't let it stay, clear it for future generations
This cloud will engulf the wildest teen
A cloud of destruction for our future generations
How can our youth survive what has been placed around them
A steady availability of illegal substance
A diet that is totally unhealthy
Violent games on gaming systems
Teaching of right removed from the schools
My cloud is heavy, chilling, swirling, damp, penetrating the core of society
Citizens what can we do?
Remember Rome did not fall in a day internal decay ate away its foundation
A cloud of decay is consuming our precious society
What can we do to redeem our future?
Think it through what can we do__
Contest Entry
I have found the perfect solutions
For all those New Year’s resolutions
A friend recommended trying the see food diet
You eat everything in sight – oh I can’t wait to try it
Then I’m going to tackle my constant spending
I’ll invent magic money - its use is never ending!
I’ll take cookery lessons, when I cook its burnt and smoking
When my hubby hears the smoke alarm he begins choking!
I’m going to try and grow a huge 'poet tree'
With leaves from my first book for all to see
I have to be honest I’ve never made a New Year’s resolution
But this is for a contest so here’s my contribution!
Submitted to new year Contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
01~01~17
A good-bye in the 1970’s often included the parting line, ‘keep it real.’
There is no decade in history that people said, ‘keep it artificial.’
If you believe an AI poem is poetry, you probably think:
- Serving a frozen dinner means you have cooked
- Wearing a sports uniform means you are an athlete
- Owning plastic plants means you tend houseplants
- Painting by numbers means you are a painter
- Having a cloned baby means you have a whole baby
- Conceiving a child means you are a parent
- Owning a robot pet means you have a relationship with an animal
- Holding a book means you are an avid reader
- Wearing a wig means you have hair
- Saying ‘I love you’ means it’s true
- Hiding in a closet to eat means you were true to your diet
- Going to church means you have a close relationship with God
- Sitting in a classroom means you mastered the subject
- Wearing scuba gear means you are a diver
- Recognition via poetry contests using AI written poems means the
same as recognition for one’s own creativity
- It is not about how you play the game but whether or not you win that
matters
If thoughts, emotions, experiences, imaginations and beliefs are not filtered through human senses while composing poetry, a poem has
not been written.
Noelle Cottage straddles ledges of grey,
Extending into waters of Casio Bay,
Along Small Point’s shoreline of Atlantic Ocean,
Observing forest, sky, and ocean devotion.
Feathered fliers: Osprey, Sea Gull, and Eagle,
Their diet all favorites and everything legal,
Overhead wing-singing their various tunes,
Hunt above beaches near sandy, beige dunes.
Noelle Cottage awaits - at the end of Shore Road
Where sea-salty breezes generally flow,
Among acres of Fir, Birch, Maple, and Pine,
Awakening fond memories obscure in time.
Life by the sea is always a challenge.
Happiness there’s a joyous challenge to manage.
Bloated, worn out and you're dragging the caboose
inside a sequoia log you just can't let loose
Miserable grumpy and feeling clogged
to embarrassed for help trying to pass the log
Prune juice, prune juice swallow a slug
in no time your body will be unplugged
be happy feeling light and floating up
just a swig of prune juice in your cup
The modern diet can weigh you down
sits in your stomach making you frown
Feeling slow and being sad
wanting release needing it bad
Prune juice, prune juice what you need
natures way of easing relief indeed
Lets you go screaming hallelujah I'm plum
with prune juice I'm fluid and done.
I brought you a meatball sandwich, he said.
Pleased.
I was going on a diet.
Starting tonight.
But there is no way I can do that now, loving meatballs as much as I do.
I brought you your favorite pies, he said.
Chocolate cream, coconut cream, banana cream, lemon meringue and key lime.
He does not eat pie,
And there are only two of us living here.
I am doing my best to make him happy.
If I did not have a job where I was moving
Every second of the day I would weigh more
Than the truck that I drive, and it is an extra length truck.
I cannot imagine being retired, and living at home all day,
While he brings me my hourly pie, or my meatball sandwiches.
An untold story of black British history
Throughout history our voices have been silenced
But what happens When they take it further and murder us?
What about those who were permanently silenced?
How will they speak up about how they were 'welcomed' with violence?
But I have a voice and I will speak it
The stories Of the forgotten
Who were victims
To a system
That encouraged police brutality
David Oluwale
A human being
Someone who contributed a lot to Leeds
This was post war Britain
He had a multitude of jobs
To clean up a mess
He had no part of
But none of his contributions mattered
Because he was a black man
Violence against black people was ever present
And whilst many kept quiet
To avoid the consequences
Of messing with the system
But David
David had this fire within him
He wouldn't allow the mistreatment
Of his people
But they didn't like that
And so they made his life a living hell
And some was locked in a cell
A few times
For the prettiest of petty minor crimes
He was mistreated by the system
To the point he was left homeless
And began to have mental problems
He was put on a diet of largactyl
And was subjected to
Electro shock therapy
And tossed him on the streets
Where his mental health deteriorated
They weaponised his mind against him
They claimed he 'attacked' a couple of policemen
But we all know what really happened
I mean the Leeds police were notorious for
Discrimination and racism
Against black people
So are we surprised they claimed he 'attacked' them
Then those officers Ellerker and kitching
Pushed him into the river and killed him
They claimed it was an 'accident'
But witness statements
Told a different story
There was a trial but they were never convicted
The judge said there was a lack of evidence
Even though there were multiple witnesses
When he died David was only thirty six
When he became a victim
To a system Who hated him
But I will never let him be forgotten
I hope one day he will get justice
OCEANS AWAIT
Away from the dockside and into the bay
Heading out to sea in this steel hulled ship
Powered by team, yet with masts and sail
A fast and safe journey is as the Holy Grail
Carrying passengers, cargo and some mail
Into deep ocean waves we will rise and dip
The dark grey skies suggest a difficult day
Driving rain signals our Southern prospect
A morning of growing passenger disquiet
Noon watch sounded by a tolling of the bell
The North Atlantic has some secrets to tell
Building up its strength in its powerful swell
Several weeks of an increasingly limited diet
The ocean presenting its unforgiving aspect
Equatorial waters offer a welcoming respite
Finally, some warm and gentle winds at last
Yet still the storms can make an appearance
Even when predictions suggest it’s clearance
Never a firm favourite of sunshine adherents
A good time to ensure all cargo is made fast
And experience how the day turns into night
The South Atlantic is an unpredictable ocean
Way down past Africa’s challenging long coast
Rounding the Cape and another leg to the East
Perhaps taking one more week or two at least
But the deep churning swells have now ceased
Approaching Perth early, the Captain will boast
But arrival is met with much relief and emotion
just saw myself in the mirror
after feasting a box of pizza
cannot stand the sight of horror
and realized 'twas a bad idea
the main goal is to get lean
have my ass busy and active
but i'm lazy af to go clean
i guess its fate to get massive
got advised to get balanced diet
to lessen on sugar and carb
but the cravings are hard to quite
even giving up rice for lard
so this is what they called keto
gobbling more on fats and grease
less on meat, rice and potato
and more on veggies and cheese
some of you might get irked
but i need options and hope
please advise will this work
before i eat up this whole loaf