Long Eating Poems
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Today is the Special Day we've been waiting for. It's Christmas. And I am glad to be a part of it. It is a beautiful day and glorious for the Christ was born and we celebrate in style. It is the most perfect day in the year. Red, Green and Gold are the colors of the season. It has not snowed yet, but it's coming I'm told. Yes, this is my favorite time of the year, There's Love, Music and eating and all just perfect Joy. Thank you, Jesus for being born on this day. Thank you, Jesus for just being. Thank you, Lord for coming into our lives.
Hallelujah, Halleilujah
You are the only King we have.
For years I have fought
And battled with weight
Now disabled and in pain
I fear it's too late
I can't eat this
I can't eat that
Diets are fads
They make me fat
I've tried the patches
They've taken my money
No magical cure for
My big fat tummy
I wasn't always as big
You should know
It was having a baby
That made me grow so
I can't stick to the books
For so much I don't like
If I have to eat muck
They can go take a hike
I've tried the tablets
But for me they don't suit
Not eating sufficient
The problems the root
Try three meals a day
Instead of just one
A plate that's for sandwiches
For lunch to put on
I'm trying to lose
Of second week I am now
I'm not using scales
Or measuring how
I'm combining it all
From the net I can find
A menu that suits
That does not blow the mind
It's working quite well
At the moment I know
For in smaller trousers
My belly will go
I can fasten my blouse
And the buttons don't gape
My cleavage is shrinking
There's ample to take
If I continue to lose
At this sensible rate
My clothes will not fit
And I'll drop all the weight
But as third week approaches
I begin to have doubts
The weight tends to stable
And I tend to drop out
I need to stand firm
In resolve and give time
For my body to shape
And bring back its waist-line
A little encouragement
Goes a long way
And the poetry keeps
The snacking at bay
So if I seem busy
With armfuls of writes
Forgive me for starving off
Hungers of life
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
quote by Constance La France
Tossing and turning, I think
where is the lid to this pain?
Perhaps, capping this catastrophe
will cause an explosion.
It’s nightmares like these
that come from my bouts with radiation.
A wish for death, easy death
to hasten the slow burning of my flesh.
Thirst unquenchable,
my tears have dried up my throat
the mere thought of eating, drinking anything
fuels my nausea
which drives me to further visions.
The doctor says it’s working
maybe five more sessions.
What good will a body be
if I lose my mind?
May 16, 2023
contest: Writing Challenge "A" quotes
hostess: Constance La France
I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror,
Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable.
I've been told this person is my friend,
But its reflection paints a different picture.
Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway.
A bit ghostly.
I trace its outline carefully -
A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere -
So pathetically unfamiliar to me.
So frightening
to me....
To me
to me
to me
to me
Why does no one else seem to see
What I see?
What I see...
I've been told is my friend.
But friendliness bodes forbidden,
Foreign between the eyes of those destined to be one.
When will I learn my body is my friend?
Who honestly teaches that anyway?
I say honestly purposefully.
Lies, all lies.
You see it, don't you?
I don't even need to explain for you to know.
That's how low this show has gone.
I need help unmasking and redefining
this
festering,
fatal
phenomenon.
Acquiring a new pair of wings I flew into a reputative college to pursue my studies..
focussed on gaining knowledge
to become an independent girl I thrived,
Forming fresh set of friend circle sought to explore~ participating in extra- curricular activities.
Walking hurriedly on the loafers lane to reach college on time,planning group discussion's on subject topics, feeling nervous to present project's, Sneaking to canteen but not eating only chatting we did,hanging around in the campus enjoyed the exquisite infrastructure, bargaining with our stationery man while purchasing books and pens was fun,
chose staircase rather than escalator to reach our classes,
Clicking random photos on ethnic days,keeping a copy with each other to treasure our memories,
sharing dirty talks during lunch time we giggled,
admiring the beauty of our lectures we envied,
short time spent at libraries ~exchanged feelings than reading,glancing at our answer sheets we recounted our marks,learnt working together on assignments, having fun at practical classes,filling pages in record, sitting under trees and examining flowers & insects ,clinging to each others arms we walked all time,being proud volunteer in fests,Setting up stalls to earn marks,
extra credit courses that we chose was mind refreshing ,
sitting at bus stop ~were commenting crazily at our class girls who bunked and enjoyed with their boyfriend's,
crazy night fire camp dance,
playing badminton,relaxing in swimming pool,rain dancing at resort ~our last industrial trip that was,
sitting behind my best friend enjoying bike ride, fresh air hitting my face was fun.,
Working on internships on every Saturday's, travelling in train for short while to reach our destination~teaching school children,conducting exhilarating activities we enjoyed.
Successfully completing our graduation
we hopped on our career paths.
Meeting once in a while on holidays we reminisce about our crazy times that happened five years ago.!
Aug 7, 2020
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Picked Choice one: Craziest time At...
Word count: 299
Sponsored by Caren Crutsinger.
There is plenty of sunshine beaming down,
And plenty of water too; enough to astound
There has been an abundance of rain,
Moisturizing major crops of grain
And our vegetable garden out back
Appear to be thriving and has no lack
Leafy and lively vegetable are now in bloom
Cucumbers and tomatoes will be bearing soon
We also planted greens: mustards and turnips
For reasons unknown, the mustards didn't survive.
But it was about a week ago that I could be seen
in our lovely little garden picking turnip greens
Those greens were the first that I have ever grown
They were grown for eating, not just to be shown
Those greens were tasty, first pick of the harvest
We anticipate only the best from all the rest.
Carry it gingerly to the backyard,
it is a nursling yet ancient,
as stiff as chard gristle, as soft as lead,
as hard as a gallstone.
Open your hand.
see how it glows coal black.
This is your inner work,
this amorphous bone eating fire,
it smolders now in your hand.
Somewhere in the night
it grew stubby moth wings,
spans singed by the suns shadow.
Carry it now to the respiring air,
see how it breathes;
its elongated lung heaving
inside a flickering sac
of nebulous conception.
Hold the hand
with its seared burden palm upward,
whisper to the raptors of wind and sky,
let ravening talons tear it apart,
the hand also
let it be torn to the glistening cartilage
until there is nothing but ash.
When these metaphors fly away
as the baleful caws of crows,
when wraithy harbingers
cool into waymarks
a poem shorn of your gravity
will come to you.
Now growl or grin, grind even ash
into newborn light.
Walking in the rain with black shirt of dusts,
Sitting in a small chair with no strings attached.
Eating a bowl of porridge with eggs on my side,
Voraciously eating like a dead man on his wild side.
I swirled my eyes in the places of bright lights.
I saw you clearly smiling in my naked white sight.
You’re wearing white shirt in a stingy black glasses of hell.
Why were you so good and walked things so well?
When I saw you, good days were coming back.
Our love was inadequate and there was so something lack.
I stumbled on my seat and tried to hide under my chair.
You saw me in seconds and gave me a dark stare.
You were with someone but I was not so shocked.
Love games are your line like you’re having big stock.
You said you don’t know me because we were never ever together.
I’m grateful enough for knowing someone who is such polluted air.
I Want You Back
I want you back because it saves me looking
It’s not your sexual enchantment, or fabulous cooking
Solitary and forlorn without your condemnation
I offer you this olive branch for your consideration
It will also save me time, I’m used to its misery
Suffering is as addictive as it is derisory
Can you see your way, to eating my food
Ignoring me daily and to my family, rude
I can overlook all this, no need to make me tea
I’ll be your doormat if you’ll come home to me
Please keep your salary. I’ll fund your life
Keep all your charms that cut like a knife
Come home, do nothing at all if you wish
Don’t wash a fork, knife or a dish
Let’s give it a crack, say forty-five years
At least I won’t be lonely, one of my fears
So, what do you say? Return to the rut
I’ll be subservient, my mouth will be shut.
David Cox 16/10/22
It was weekend when I set off, to go fishing by the lake,
Not too far from the house, about 6 hours drive it would take.
I arrived there early morning and booked my usual spot,
The morning was lovely not too cold and not too hot.
I waded into the water, knee high on the bank,
I’m going to catch some fish for eating and little ones for the fish tank.
But then a sparkle at the bottom, a beautiful castle on the sand,
“I must have it,” I said, and gently cupped it in my hands.
There were what looked like millions of little people all staring up at me,
They all said “We prayed O Lord you will come and it is you that we see.”
But the sand between my fingers, began to seep away,
They cried “O God you visited us and brought your wrath this judgement day.”
Well one hundred thousand little souls died, all because of my curiosity,
I see their little faces at night, how could I cause such an atrocity.
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