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Binging and overindulging with chocolate after a hectic day at work
Eating more than ten fun size chocolate candies without any pause
Risking the glucose levels of blood to rise to a higher unhealthy level
Affecting the progress made with nutrition modification and exercise
Fruits are now an essential element in the daily food requirements
Keeping at bay the sugar cravings that add pounds to the waist
Eating more healthy, the overall health improves dramatically
Achieving a transformed new body and a clean bill of health
For Its Time To Fess Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lin Lane
Seventh Place
2-22-16
He had to confess, had to own up,
And tell her the truth of the matter,
‘Fess up about the online image he had,
Come clean about all of the swagger,
So he said, “Well my job, not as good as I claim,
And I’m not as tall as I say,
And I also need to lose a few pounds,
And money… well I live day to day.”
“That’s cool,” she replied, “I should ‘fess up myself,
I too, need to go to the gym,
And I’m not as young as I say, I’m not quite as toned,
And my bust is a little bit slim.”
And they both sent a sigh, a relief for the truth,
Their fake could now be replaced,
And they could get on with their life, a real liaison,
Now they could meet face to face.
Where's my keys, I'm late for work
They should be on that shelf
If you've moved them you're a jerk
I'll look for them myself
So...
I've turned the whole house upside down
And looked in Benji's bed
The pockets in my dressing gown
And under uncle Ted
Of course I've looked beside the phone
And what is that you ask
I don't appreciate your tone
They're not stuck up my... bum
I've moved the fridge and microwave
And lifted up the mat
I looked inside the oven too
I even shook the cat
I grabbed the dog and held him down
And gazed into his jaws
I even searched my underwear
And rummaged round in yours
Every time I make a plan
Something always wrecks it
It's like my keys have gone on strike
It must be down to brexit
So, fess up moron, where's my keys
It's gone beyond a joke
Was it just a drunken prank
Or were you high on coke
You must think I'm quite stupid
But you're the silly cow
I know you must have moved my keys
So give them back right now
So now we get the waterworks
Boo Hoo, I made you cry
Oh heck, I fear it might be time
To eat some humble pie
Haven't felt like such a burk
Since I was in my teens
I found out where my keys did lurk
They're right here in my jeans
You said you’ll never marry me
Said you meant it like a fear
I said don’t get it out there
We are what we see and hear
You didn’t say it as a test
You said it with your chest
I could see it in your eyes, some days you wish you loved me less
And you cried into my hair, said it wasn’t fair
I cried into your chest, defeated, I was a mess
I said fess up, every time, and we’ll suffer together
Whisper those same words gently, and I swear I’ll kiss it better
Suffering imaginary loss as a team
Sweaty palms holding broken dreams
Saying what we mean
Intertwine our pain, so that if they pull us a part
Some pieces will stay together
You say we’ll battle the weather, like it weighs a feather
You got something off your back, about what we lack
It switched onto me, like an attack
Fact, what is that against feeling?
Black, my opened eyes see for nought
And you asked, if I knew it all
Foreseen the odds from the beginning
Why did I go all in? and I hope you didn’t mean it
You followed ‘What a stupid question’
‘You led with your heart, not your mind’
Did you think I went in blind?
I said ‘I couldn’t help it’
Like we couldn’t help it now
It’s an ache that keeps on aching, it is our background sound
It’s the thought that keeps on taking, and tainting
I’ve been spooning and faking
Future talks let out at night, kept them in the basement
Face it, didn’t want to ruin something beautiful
Full of love, full of hope
We anticipate heartbreak hand in hand
Kiss deeply, whisper ‘forever’
Brace for impact, tongue in tongue
‘You’ll always be my best friend’
Because you don’t have to know when and you don’t have to know how
You just have to close your eyes
And say the quiet part out loud
Singular Sound of Out
nationaldaycalendar.com
It’s November 30th, and I am
heartened that today, is
National Personal Space Day.
But, further weave into the wicked web
knits up duplicity; unravels, in fact,
other sobriquets for the same date like
National Mousse Day,
National Mason Jar Day, and
Stay Home Because You’re Well Day
Might as well be National
Ponzi Scheme Day or
World Polygamy Day, or
Hold the Oral Thermometer
Against the Hot Lamp So It Looks
Like You Have a Fever and
Won’t Have to Go to School Day,
(Which I did once, before I celebrated
National Fess Up to Your Mother
Before the Ambulance Comes Day),
Of course, none of this will be
Reported, but I won’t permit my
personal space to be stuffed
into a jelly vessel, or rubbed
upon someone’s flaky pate just to
spike up their limp doo.
It’s all faux festival, and at the end
of National Meth Awareness Day,
also pegged at Eleven Thirty,
It’s the butt end of a sham ham
invented to dope us into more
greeting cards and bobbles
Because believing is the one thing
we all seem prepared to do, given our
preferred Evening Nosebag feeds.
So, cheers to the International Day
For Tolerance which was
celebrated on November 16th
I missed it; and so, maybe, did you,
but I could hear the Nihilists
and Zealots screeching madly for the high
windows in the singular Sound of Out.
I love the rainy season
Not because I'm a pluviophile
In fact, people don't understand my reason
Especially since I'm a chionophile
But, I prefer the loneliness
Over the fake talks and smiles
I am happiest in the floods, I fess
When I can't see for miles
No more awkward 'Hey!'s
When I could just say I'm sick
No more insecure pool days
With that girl equivalent to a stick
It's considered normal to be seasonally sad
Rain days even give me time off school
Without contact, it's hard to be mad
And, I can't really feel uncool
I do sometimes go out with my "peers"
Umbrellas are fine cover for a light rain
And the raindrops merge with my tears
So no one can see me break down in pain
Jealous Jillian meets zealous Philip at Arby’s.
With ONE green eye she spies his double-order curly fries,
No FUN when his French dip starts to drip on her Barbies.
She cleans them off and leans close in to his plate
SNEAKING a meager handful while eager Phil tries
to confess for the FREAKING mess he’s made of their date.
She orders Smokehouse Brisket; he GETS a gravy/biscuit.
PLUS as a “to go” surprise, IT’S two apple pies.
THUS Phil walks Jill home. A goodnight kiss? will he risk it?
At times, my touch on my own skin
is will- o – wisp – y, for it feels
like something strange resides within.
I’m in Oz but can’t click my heels.
This “ghost” in me just wants to stay.
When I’m at rest, often it reels!
I’m not “high,” nor am I crazy.
A drug prescribed, though, is to blame
I know why my strange quirks haunt me.
A victim of Big Pharma’s game,
I’ve taken myself off their crap.
Six months have passed; I’m still the same.
No lining has my mouth! Like sap,
bad taste upon my lips is stuck.
Big Pharma, ‘fess up! Take the rap.
My bottom lip I need to suck.
Expect to see me chewing gum.
I float when I walk! W T F??
Thanks to my Doc (the big fat bum)
I can’t help sometimes feeling glum.
4/22/2019 for Nina Parmenter's Quirky Tercets Poetry Contest
O Lord Jesus
and also my heavenly Father
When I mess up
I do need to fess up
When I speak a lie
I need to apologize
Heed My Cry Lord help me to the skies
For my God detest lying lips
But he Delights in those who tell the truth
I have lied to my mother
I have lied to my father
I have lied to you Father God and Jesus
oh and the Lord
and the Lord
The Lord detests lying lips
O'the Lord
Yes the Lord ...
My God, My God
My God detest lying lips so speak
Speak not that is not true.
God help you and us
For my God detests lying lips
...but alas he Delights those who tell the truth
3/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Proverbs 12:22
I long for the end of perverse MAGA malice
Led by the immoral, they are cold and callous
They have caused such disdain
Since Trump's menacing reign
While he sits inside his Mar A Lago palace
How daft the man to assume he owns everything
Documents and White House dishes he chose to sling
Ketchup thrown against the wall,
Trumpty is ready to fall
Shot down by his arrogance. Ow, how that must sting
He's such a libertine, and wickedly corrupt
When not getting his way, his temper will erupt
But now he's gone too far
According to Bill Barr
But Dumpy Trumpty will never ever fess up
I hope he won't have need to don that damned red tie
An orange suit he may not wear, and I'll decry
He should be an inmate
Enemy of each state
And more loathsome than the insect, we call 'fruit fly'
Some of you make fun of Biden's slips due to age
I prefer that man to an ogre filled with rage
One who defies the law
has a deep-seated flaw...
The Republican elephant on a rampage
Oh say, people, please tell me why you cannot see
how politician's lies have become so beastly
Don't bite Trump's baited hook
Stop believing that crook
He's the cause of conflicts on a family tree