Long Kilograms Poems
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Whiskey fueled words, a father's flawed design
Cut deep that night, a lesion that still defines
At sixteen, I was young, vulnerable and afraid
"Lose weight," he said, as if love had a weight to trade
He made a bet, a twisted, drunken test
A crude sum he'd pay if I passed his cruel quest
To shrink myself, to fit his mold and frame
Approval hinged on kilograms, a toxic, shameful game
"No one would want to marry you" words that stuck
A truth I'd found to be true, a heart that felt broken and rough
Now I hate mirrors, they show me the flaws
A constant reminder of the voice that says
"You're not enough, you have to change, you have to be more"
The wounds linger, a fragile self worth's toll
A memory that whispers, "You're not whole."
I see the weight I've carried long
A burden lifted, a new strength I've found
I'm learning to love the skin I'm in
Still struggling but getting better,
letting go of his sin
Intellectually I know, he was lost in drink and pain
and I am still finding my way, breaking the chain
Learning to love myself, flaws and all
Finding my voice, standing tall
Even if at times I slip and fall
I am God's daughter after all
One stone… but please not one ounce more!
Just three cheese straws… or was it four
Nut-crackers made for breaking in
To hardened shells with nuts within
Candies there to tempt my eye
Selected as I wander by
Soft mint creams with chocolate skin
And one more glass of gin
What we call a stone, is, in fact, fourteen pounds
But this British measure so often confounds
About the same weight as two newborns in prams
It’s also called Six point three five kilograms
Two stone… but please not one ounce more,
Those pigs in blankets, I adore
Turkey; roast with stuffing in
Sparkling wine instead of gin
Gammon with an orange glaze
Honeyed parsnips hold my gaze
Cocktail sausage on a stick
And gravy rich and thick
What we call a stone, is, in fact, fourteen pounds
But this British measure so often confounds
About the same weight as two newborns in prams
It’s also called Six point three five kilograms
Three stone… But now it’s nearer four,
Dad, your pants don’t fit no more
Wife says, “Slice of cake for you?”
I say, “No,” but then I do
Mince pies, cake, profiteroles
Christmas pudding, sausage rolls
Custard, jelly, squirty cream
Tried the scales… but hear me scream!
…
…
What we call a stone, is, in fact, fourteen pounds
But this British measure so often confounds
About the same weight as two newborns in prams
It’s also called Six point three five kilograms
One stone, two stone, three stone…… and FOUR!
My tum’s a shadow on the floor
I was male but now not sure
For I can’t see the proof no more
But sausage rolls that went uneaten
Were never gonna see me beaten
So, it’s diet meals drunk through a straw
Like every Christmas gone before
Oh contraire… my Frigidaire
Is full of sherry trifle
I took a little peek in there
A truly festive eyeful
I’m fit to burst but I don’t care
For Christmas MUST HAVE trifle
I’ve got a bowl, I’ve got a spare
I’VE GOTTA HAVE THAT TRIFLE!
What we call a stone, is, in fact, fourteen pounds
But this British measure so often confounds
About the same weight as two newborns in prams
It’s also called Six point three five kilograms
I saw him in an old farmer's cowhouse, Dancing and playing with other playmates, He was alone among the birds in the black house, I was certainly attracted by his catchy traits,
Felt mercy on him for his loneliness, Wanted to pull out his pointless isolation,
And got him for a few hundreds, my goodness,
Freed him in my farm with hesitation,
Few months had moved suddenly, He controlled the complete farm boldly, Had become a most matured adult lovely, His gobbler frightened all the fowls mostly,
He was nearly eight kilograms in ninety days, The labours were feared to feed the wild bird, Surprisingly my dog was afraid to maintain the space, Was he an arrogant adolescent multibird? .
He walked like a majestic military man, His nine inches prolonged beard made him proud, Never missed noticing the wild anchor man, I was very happy to hear the Turkey's sound.
fat girl cries
big fat tears
splash
crash
down her chubby cheeks
down her pillar like neck
which was once
much like a swan
now gone
fat girl sighs
big fat sigh...
a heart groan of a sigh
from the empty place inside
where beauty's not allowed to reside
fat girl sleeps
a big fat sleep
time obliterated
memories conjugated
into happy streams
peaches and cream
all over her dreams
everything perfect...it seems
fat girl awakes
a big fat awakening...
life must go on
she lumbers to the mirror
stares at her big fat figure
rolls here and there
and though she acts
acts like they're not there
she's not allowed to forget
she's not there....
not yet
she exercises
torturous kilometers by
holding on to handles
beginning the treadmill
to help her say goodbye
to the fat girl
who is pretty on the inside
but unseen
unseen
people are so mean
she medicates
they fabricate
rules...
she must subjugate
the need
to drown her sorrows
to eat it all away
why is she alive
alive another day?
fat girl cries
bit fat tears
her big fat fears
grow though she shrinks
kilograms slip away
will it ever be OK?
will they love her for her mind?
will they ever be kind?
to the little girl inside
who tries to hide
fat girl cries
will you dry her eyes?
Eileen Manassian
Most everything written
(and learned ya in school)
Yukon coon sitter, (and bet
your bottom dollar) tibia bunch
of contrived information
all details bu...bu...bull...low knee
within this poetic missive
after spending a lifetime crunch
ching numbers, the following
singularly just my hunch,
but despite minuscule
approximate i.e. kid size lunch
meal, (sans two clenched fists,
and weighing about 1.5 kilograms),
not much to munch,
yet if smacked in the kisser
by a pugilist visited
square in the jaw deadly (Judy hush
hiss) sucker punch
whereby the unlucky
recipient may see "unlucky stars"
after brows severely scrunched,
thee above poppycock, and potentially
"FAKE" though (Ripley deed lee)
believe able to ye,
nonetheless behooves me
to segue-way (by Segway) to pre
sent a "TRUE" revelation see
(gnome hatter, aye
cheese silly contradict
mice elf alias Stuart Little) prithee
please just accept what I write
with a grain of salt
(from the Sultan Sea),
cuz yawl do yarself grave
injury and lodge a gree
vance against this harmless
right ham handed cree
chore from the outer limits
of the twilight zone, thus
I STRONGLY ADVISE thee,
NOT to stake eh knee
un mensch chin hubble cogitation,
and figuratively swallow,
hook, conga line
and sinker thine highly suspect re
dunk yule us gobbledygook mee
cully (meekly) reed this
more so asthma
childish entertainment, hence oak key
jist put aside any urgent task
to revel as sigh bee
devil logical syntax
with sum man tricks
playfully wasting yar
precious time free
cully (freakily) inventing outlandish nee
incoherent yawping, towering,
and brutally butchering,
Brooklyn speak (homer over
mayor later mother), she
nearly always... er added
letters "er" at'er the ender
her sentences - er stain?
Hot and wet as heaven pion
Rainfall scattered warm clarion, dropped some their leaves
Referred to evergreen rainforest
Girl starred being black, smiled for dark spots with silver-grey eyes
Kingdom animalia said: “Where is our crown?”
Heavy logging answered
Tilar wana memereng tepining tegil
Sardula, death.....
Bull coexist without competitive
No sanctuary in poverty
Human driven doomsday
Panthera pardus melas and the girl cried
Away from riverbanks, swamps and clearings
Where is Hillsides, mountains, mesas, and sunlight penetration?
Say sorry to piphytic plants
No attached anymore to trunks and branches, trees felt down
Suck to obtain rainwater
Fallen trees create scary gaps
Said goodbye to Pleistocene refugia
The rest only empty liturgia
Tilar wana memereng tepining tegil
Sardula, death....
Melanistic leopards coaxed black panthers
The guardian solitary and territorial lover
Sang a love songs and passed away
Growls, snarls, meows and purrs
From dusk till dawn, defending territories from intruder clown
Farmlands weighing hundreds of kilograms bombs
Away from riverbanks, swamps and clearings
Where is hillsides, mountains, mesas, and sunlight penetration?
Tilar wana memereng tepining tegil
Sardula, death......
Fourteen pounds; that’s a bucket of lard
And losing that shouldn’t be so hard
It’s turkey, pud and let’s not quibble
A pretty frequent midnight nibble
It’s one whole stone of belly fat
Inflating what was firm and flat
Slimline tonic won’t do that
So did I eat an alley cat?
Six-point-three-five Kilograms
Twice what sometimes fills our prams
Were I pregnant, for my sins
Could be that I’m toting twins
But I’ve had lots of Christmases
And I’m sure when I tell you this
Six weeks watching what I eat
Will make my tummy nice and neat
The trifle’s gone, as is the meat
All the savoury, all the sweet
It’s time to watch my waist deflate
With smaller servings on my plate
And so I put away the gin
And tonic with no sugar in
For gin gives me an appetite
That makes me nibble late at night
So, fourteen pounds; that is my goal
A resolution in my soul
But, by the gin, before my eyes
A box - unopened - of mince pies!
They say my heart is weakening
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they do not answer it.
They say my eyesight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they do not answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I mean, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body cannot lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move a mountain with my thoughts, How come? and they show a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come? and they look towards sky.
They say my body action have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
And they close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
So.
Time to see her.
At 2:48pm.
Wake up (4:00).
Constant strutting.
Nails chewed.
Overthinking.
Stress-eating.
2 hour shower.
:):(:):(:):(:) (whatever that is)
4 kilograms of Dad's cologne.
8 kilograms of Mom's hair cream.
Overthinking.
Should I cancel?
Overthinking.
Overthinking.
Overthinking.
................
Arrived.
I'm a grown man.
I can do this.
No biggie.
Filled with fake confidence
Walking around.
Chest inflated.
Humming a tune.
Soldier-like posture.
................
See her in the distance.
All.
Hell.
Breaks.
Loose.
Confidence dissipated.
Legs stiff.
Chest deflated.
Nervous mutters to myself.
Ragdoll posture.
She's in front of me.
Oh no
Oh
No
Oh
No
Oh-
But then...she smiles and...
.Silence.Peace.Serenity.
My mind devoid of anything but her
Wow he's ethereal.
Wow her smile could illuminate midnight.
Wow she makes any clothes gleam.
Wow her skin looks like silk.
Wow her galaxy-like eyes.
Wow her -
Wait is her mouth moving?
Uh oh
Uhhhh
"Sorry, did you say something?"
the disorder of my conduct is important to be obedient to his word
even i burn bobdy and do not out of love
then perhaps shall understand the word LOve more
cinders Kataunas fiskars blue bonnetts
syemets ginger crumbs masters do i not enoy the outcome
to partake of GOD's Grace is through the demons cup
though i eat and drink the serisnous of the poisons i consume have render my senses useless
KIlograms balances theaputic sensitivty ulitamtas
LIlli un cummi deshthroes picaldo imkumininum
polarsadic volomedsiec hunger is obdeincae so I hunger to know the LORD
love hase EVOLvoved into thoundrclasp hinder bid your time wisely
Coming from across seas with wisdom
Ther is no end to the knowledge of GOD
Though unworhty to speak of my Fathers HOLiness i deform into biscups
and angels eat the Love GOD ALLAH once spoke Life
Death wrote its messsage desperate for her attentions
SO he became less than allah sons
Mahommhed I heed your words
A prophet is with honor in his own country
The islam icasaac in wicked casked i preform
Zenith meets verizons once i become the eveil twin of JOseff i beseech his aide for succour