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Slim Fast
For the diet can not last
The weight that which we weigh
Is produced by the calories our mouth intakes
And if it is more cakes and bakes
Than salad and fiber breakfast flakes
The noise the scale's are bound to make
Are of a badly misfiring car
Rather than that of a well tuned athletic star
So the next time you choose to indulge in a chocolate bar
Instead of a carrot or a healthy yogurt bar
You chose to take a drive in your car
Because you were to lazy to walk
Listen to the way your thighs talk
And your bum sweats and boobs chafe
And the way your favorite old clothes no longer fit
And if you wear them the seams will split
If only gym and eating right
Was as simple as lighting a candle
None of us would have love handles
And fat and thin would mean the same thing
So everyone would be into the same thing
Maybe then when size no longer matter's
We could all choose partners based on who they are
Rather than do they fit into our preconceptions
Of size and what defines beauty
Imagine choice unbiased by insecurity
Choose life
Choose rather who is right for you
Not initially based on the beauty of there face
Or body size
The prettiest women I have ever dated
Scored at most 4 out of 11
But the so called not conventional or large girls
Took me to places no pretty girl ever could
And when the panting and boring sex had stopped
All I was left with was an empty vessel
Who couldn't hold a conversation
Unless it revolved around them
And paying them compliments
I would be forgiven for thinking they were shallow
But if it wasn't for the fact I choose them
Above all the other more suitable women
I cast aside
Because I put my own stupid personal pride
Above choosing someone worthy to Love
Just because the size does not fit
Doesn't mean you can not grow into it
Both people and clothes come in many guises
And no 1 surmises or gives out prizes
More than us and what is the fuzz all about
We all live in glass houses
We all pass comment and lament
Over choices other make
Its what makes the righteous shallow
And blow's Cupid's arrow
Many a time choose a different course
And so many couples in perpetual lovers remorse
Because it takes far more metal
To choose a mate
Than to please the inadequacies of our so called best mates
My Kryptonite
Sweet tooth is the sweet truth of mine.
And my kryptonite! Any time, day, or night.
I know, this is wrong, not right.
May be termed as vice!
But to me perfect and nice.
Sweet attachment inherited from my father
Transmitted to all siblings: Sister and brother.
I hold disciplined persona with controlled life- style
Showing my exact profile.
Yet can’t restrain myself from sweet dish
Always to relish.
In any party or feast
I eat little from main course
letting sufficient space for desserts
to satisfy greedy sweet taste buds
though inviting health hazards.
In spite of sugar problem, I feel helpless
but to indulge sweet intakes:
My kryptonite
through day and night.
10/08/21
'Your Kryptonite'
Contest by Anthony Biaanco
I am sorry
like the days and nights of our lives
those having to witness
human hunger, discrimination,
injustice and oppression.
I am sorry
like all the rivers of the world
those giving lifesaving water
intakes our poison.
I am sorry
like the sky, wind, forests, and the mountains
they help us breathe, but in return,
we are choking them.
I am sorry
like all the other living things on earth
and in the seas
for their service to mankind
they receive betrayal and extinction.
I am sorry
like all our holy scriptures
we stain their page after page of peace
with the blood of our violence.
I am sorry
like the earth and the heavens
whose greatest human race
failed to fly yet a true flag of peace
for all the nations of the world.
(10.24.2023)
The damp night had brought a pearly dawn
Lush green grass stood ankle deep late morn
And there glistening sleek stood a brand new Rolls
In chocolate brown metallic, over seamless gold.
A group of people are looking on,
It must have cost a good deal said one, come on!
It cost ten thousand the young man said
There were intakes of breath, and the shaking of heads.
I am just back from the states another man said
Over there that’s $25,000, the conversation went dead.
The year is now 2010; $10,000 would not buy a Mercedes-Benz
Or even a small Ford (with extra on loan) or it might pay you
8 months rent, it’ll depend on your “zone”.
© Joe Maverick 29-09-2010
A sweet kiss
hard pressed
returned
fervent embrace
Languishing
such joy
Divided
with one who means so very much
Slowly granting
further, more
giving body
soul, entirity
Our blood pumping, pounding
our heads racing
We gasp
feverish intakes of breath
Taking the passion, the love
in its whole being
Just as we crave the air to breathe
and yet in its midst we forget
hurridly trying to catch our breath
bringing flows
of heated excitement
Depths
of arousal
Anticipation
only those engaged in
can share
passionate reality of
A secret release
powerfully shared and then
stored within
just as we hold forever memory
Relief
sighs together
Souls entwined
Title 1
"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The written word bears roots abound
Hail favored mist of hallowed ground
Announced breathtaking full-filled air
Spreads out enjoyment summons fair
Forgiving trailed Earth's crowning Star
Forest startup's reserves stretched far
Healthy hoards and wholesome intakes
Fresh novel minds elsewhere, retakes
Obsessed consumed florists stationed
Lives styled out stretched reawakened
Seedlings advanced Heavens promised
Groundbreaking achievements calmest
Cob-web silk thread eight-legged shooters
Tethered roots edged equaled footers
Floods 'neath grounds raise the gigantic
Psalmist summoned lessened frantic
Misplacements sequenced adjustments
Cause coursed through major monuments
Misfortune causeway lengthens aches
Stressed strung-out unmeasured outtakes
Commons traversed rights owned presence
Neighbors challenged core quintessence
Claimed righteousness labors bear fruits
Attributes are well-served ... grassroots.
She had many good days and bad ones. There were sad moments and happy ones. There was a period in which she was a daily soft drink consumer.
But I must say that there was nothing soft about the drink she craved.
She was captivated by a certain strong drink more than any other.
As for me, if it wasn’t for the salt and the sugar it contained,
I too would be drinking with a frowning face, just like MOTHER.
Doing the laundry, cleaning the house, and cooking, or simply taking her infrequent leisure. Beautifying someone’s hair, or just chatting with a friend,
there was often a small green glass bottle of soda nearby. This lady never poured from the bottle into a drinking glass. Such a classy ritual was never required nor desired by her. The most favored, the most flavored, and the most refreshing moment for MOTHER was a bag of salted peanuts slowly poured into her favorite strong drink.
Watching as his MOTHER intakes her favorite snack, I, a little boy, look on
and capture a magical moment. The drink was ice cold, but MOTHER liked
it that way.
Sixty-plus years have come and gone, but the memories will not pass soon. Those precious magical moments will last forever. MOTHER, happily drinking her cold and soothing coca cola. The tasty bottle of coke, filled with salted peanuts; MOTHER'S frowns from the very strong taste, but enjoying every drop. Without knowing it, MOTHER was creating a magical moment.
Time has made the little boy a man, but MOTHER'S favorite drink and the memory of that magical moment that she created shall forever stand.
Standing on the shoulder's of giant's
Where we over reliant
To place our faith in the footballing God's
When the final whistle drew deep intakes of breath
And the crowd stood silent
Our race was run
And the scoreline revealed we had sadly not overcome
For us the end had come
And joy was undone replaced by tear's
No more beer's to throw
Nothing left to cheer
It is as we feared
Another opportunity missed another clenched fist
Why does our failure so peresist
Why is the knife always stuck firmly in our back
Is this ever destined to be our lot in life
Never the wife always the bridesmaid
Back to work for me even though I took of Friday
Feels like 1 step forward 2 steps sideways
You never know but your gut always feels
And has learnt how to deal with bad luck
And boy does it suck having coming unstuck once again
And it comes as little consolation how close we came again
Say what you will we failed again
All is left is to take our medicine like men
And to drink ourselves into a stupor again
No 1 likes a sore loser
So raise a glass and may this toast come pass
That 1 day in the not to distant future
Our day will surely come
And football will finally come home
They broke my heart too,
with honesty
"Whispering words
of wisdom"
caustic,
bitter and raw
for effect
The end is dry and nigh,
so are the shades of yellow:
the subtle meanings
where I met you
on a casual Tuesday
between caffeine intakes
and abrupt beginnings
There was always Helen Jane Long
playing 'Solus'
I need to sew a shirt
for tomorrow's race
There is always time
I try to dance
through orange hallways
of scattered apricots
and half-filled dreams
(Empty ice creams)
with Pink Floyd
cheering me on
an echo in an eggshell
and all the other shades
of my intrepid moon
Have you ever felt the sun's glow bask over your skin
And felt so soothed
So totally content
And exalted
That you only want to stretch out
Whether on the green grassy lands
Or on the cold sands
And drink of this glow
Drink as much as you can
As the thirsty do, after a long walk
In an empty desert?
Have you ever walked around town
And felt so enlightened
For surrounding you are places of worship
Meant not for one religion solely
But, being so diverse, yet, at the same time
So peaceful and so tolerant of each other
So much that walking through the streets
And merely glancing at it all
Your faith in the higher powers
Would simply flare up!
Have you ever wanted to sit, in total solitude
And admire the ocean
Whether it remains as calm as the blue skies
Or whether it rages as if it were pandemonium
Whichever, it matters not
For in the end, you only want to let such a sight
Drown in your gaze
And feel wings grow on your heart
To set you soaring up in emotional
Intakes of heavy breaths
Filled with the ecstasy of being!
Why, have you ever wanted to feel warm in winter
To complain of the heat all year round
And to enjoy the sight of a tropical paradise
One filled with a green flora
And a diverse fauna
And a multicolored nation
One bent on protecting its legacy
Yet, at the same time
One prone to progress to tomorrow!
Pray, if you do dream of such
Then, come
Come to the exotic tiny piece of land
That is Mauritius!