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Hot apple pie is the ultimate treat
For sheer taste enjoyment, it can't be beat
Exciting the senses
The drooling commences
This mouth watering treat is ever so sweet
Now pile on some ice cream high up on top
Taste buds will tango and you'll tingle nonstop
A sensation so heavenly
You'll hear sweet melodies
A mouth watering treat so give it a shot
Don't worry bout the crowd you're bound to attract
The envy among them will fill a big sack
Just do it, don't waiver
Enjoy the sweet flavour
Shove it on down cause there's no turning back
Hot apple pie is the ultimate treat
A taste to amaze you, jump in with both feet
Enjoy the thrill
Till you're bloody well filled
A fantastic taste treat but don't overeat
© Jack Ellison 2015
My Habit
You say I eat a lot—
But a lot eats me.
I got stress I can’t tame,
Hate that drives me insane.
So many therapists I can't name,
Yet still love you and can't cause you shame.
Before you judge me based on my order,
Saying I have an eating disorder—
Ask:
What the hell in this world is in order?
You don’t see the hate,
The anger,
The envy I swallow with my food.
You just say, “Nah, dude.”
You think I don’t already know
You’re ashamed of my belly?
But I don’t care lately,
'Cause food tells me: “Take it easy.”
It’s not that I can’t control my eating.
It’s just your drama,
Your perfect bodies—
They make me overthink.
And I hate that.
But I can’t scream...
So I overeat.
So next time you say,
"Here’s something small to eat,"
I’ll pass—
Because I overheat.
Look, sugar…
I love you.
But this?
This is better than a trillion tattoos.
'Cause you stress me out with everything you do.
I hope you understand if you love me too.
So what do you say...
A buffet for two?
By Little One and Nova
There is quilt of comfort made with silver threads.
For friends and families of alcoholics, that have given
up, and just shake their weary heads.
You cannot ever on your own power save an alcoholic.
To play God~~is a pure waste of time and frolic!
Nor dare not play the superiority game.
And look down on them with puffed up pride and
arrogant shame.
You have to stop being a codependent, rescuing them.
Sobriety is gift from God, a wellness robe with a gold hem.
Right at this minute from Maine to Rangoon~.
An AA meeting opening doors to those in recovery in just
minutes, very soon!
Whilst we write about how disgusting and awful they are,
We, ourselves are not perfect, no, not by far!
We overeat, we overspend, use painkillers galore and yet?
We are blind to our own moral inventory
We get off on painting 'them' as evil, but give ourselves all
humam glory?
Children at the age of twelve attend AA meetings.
And we....we wag our tongues with character assassination
beatings.
You don't have this disease! You just were blessed not to
have the DNA to be one,so please with all meanness surcease!
You can detach from them but love them still.
You, yes you, can go to Alanon, there's a Twelve Step Program
designed just for you, just up the hill!
Alanon members grow strong beyond belief,
They share their pain, but better, look into their own lives and
stop living in endless hurt amd grief.
In Memory
Tribute to my lost husband.
Dead at 35
U.S.A Army Reservist
Brilliant, a writer, a poet, gone!
With loving memories,
Panagiota
"Serenity Prayer"
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot
change...the courage to change the things I can..and the
wisdom, to know the difference!
May 24, 2020
4pm PST
Poem # 1294
Recovery may be needed after going through many difficult storms,
Dysfunction can be performed in many different forms,
Some may cope with drugs,
Others may suffer from the impact of a child never being hugged,
Many work so much they never stand still,
While others simply get stressed out and take several pills,
Some overeat to stuff their emotions down,
While others partake in getting drunk when no one else is around,
Some are less subtle and may secretly self-abuse,
Cutting, picking and inflicting pain hiding all they bruise
Some get into bad relationships because of low self-esteem,
While others live a life where all they do is constantly clean,
Whatever you need recovery from its important to know you’re not alone,
Many people are stuck in cycles and never have been shown,
They forget to be honest with themselves and those who truly care,
Afraid that they will be judged, pointed at and never be repaired,
Many live in bondage all alone inside,
Spend their existence always having to hide,
So many people would be saved from an early grave,
If we learned in life to stop and listen,
Find out what we are really missing,
Some people won’t seem to budge
We forget to let God be the real judge,
Embrace a friend or even a stranger
Help someone that’s in some sort of danger,
The power of just one person embracing others,
Can change the world for another.
By: sabina
Will a Chihuahua bark
Will a Chihuahua bite
Will a Chihuahua with a big dog fight
Cheeewaawaa...
Will a Chihuahua steal your sock
Will a Chihuahua have a favorite toy
Will a Chihuahua hide in the blankets boy
Cheeewaawaa...
Will a Chihuahua shake
Will a Chihuahua freeze
Will a Chihuahua do the big boy sneeze
Cheewaawaa...
Will a Chihuahua overeat
Will a Chihuahua wear clothes
Will a Chihuahua always want to be hold
Cheewaawaa...
Chihuahua tiny but living large
Chihuahua knows he's in charge
Chihuahua loves the one he does
Chihuahua small dog with big love.
We are spiritual entities
Confined inside uncomfortable
Gassy, bloated, human bodies.
That reflect our habits.
We overeat.
We under-exercise.
We over drink.
We drive across the street, instead of walking.
Our humanness is reflected
In so many ways, throughout the day
Sometimes we forget we are spiritual
Beings trapped inside these not-so-great
Shells that we have not taken care of.
When we leave this earthly body
Behind us, we will see our true
Soul self, and it will be jumping
And laughing, and playing with
Glee, so glad to escape our mistakes.
Will we have to explain what we
Let happen to our human shells?
I certainly hope not.
when the night ends, morning Sun rises,
just as the day gives way back to night,
Obvious there are no surprises!
the river runs into the ocean,
flowing down many hills and bridges,
it is an obvious conclusion!
most birds lay eggs in their tree top nests,
they all must fly there to those branches,
that’s obvious, no reason to test!
baby is born of pregnant mother,
she carries him till month advances,
obvious! we know! don’t we brother?
if gold coin drops from Eiffel tower,
crazy if you think you can find it,
that’s obvious, no need to hover!
if your wife smiles bright when home you come,
you must be prepared for expenses,
obvious for most but not for some.
a sharp arrow shot up must come down,
if lands on someone’s head they are dead!
obvious you will be talk of town!
tummy rumbles when you overeat,
to cover it you drag chair twice,
obvious, remember to smile sweet!
1st Placement
Written 18/04/2021
Just Stating the obvious poetry competition
Brother Jacob sponsored,
9 syllables each line 1,3 lines rhyme
And so it begins … my crew will over treat
themselves to ample chocolate for I have just stuffed our
pantry sweetly-full again:
No one will know why the stocked, offered sweets, meant to last
about a week were otherwise offed before two full days passed;
All will be equally mute and dumb about sweet crumbs in play
room, den, beds, and chocolate lint-hit debris inside pockets;
No one will claim a food mess made and left to be discovered,
no, they will all blame pals, fictitious gerbils and each other;
When a sweet ingredient vanishes that I bought for a recipe,
no family peep will be able to describe or imagine its demise;
and, despite my threat of live yard burial, they steal my favorite,
small chocolate morsels to top off their bowls of cereal.
I have a good-sized, hidden, box stocked full of the best stuff.
Looking thru cleaning products would be conduct void of any
profit so I am confident my stash, by child or spouse, will never
be found.
I often hide in my closet to suck or chew my way to chocolate
heaven. When eat-hiding, I fuss about my kids lack of desire
raring to thread a needle of ambition to sew up some
consideration.
All of my offspring take after their dad; they are myopic and
episodic. They overeat, overly zoned out on electronics like lab
rats on narcotics.
This is my poem No. Seventeen Hundred
Gadzooks, that's a boatload of poems
Think my brain would have turned to mush
Or perhaps I'd wind up in a home
Nope, it appears I'm as prolific as ever
Have delayed my downhill slide
Inevitable as it is, I'm fighting it off still
With the help of my blushing bride
Still call her honey after all these years
I refuse to let time win the battle
No matter the years or how grey I get
This dude refuses to get rattled
It doesn't hurt that I come from good stock
Seven siblings lived to seventy or more
I tend to overeat, I break all the rules
But I'm still winning the damn war
So getting back to my poems, let me know
If you notice I'm on a downhill slide
Sure wouldn't want to embarrass myself
After all, I've still got my pride
© Jack Ellison 2015
Here we are again and we overeat!
We’re like children of kings in our own fancy seat.
Talking dirty things in front of our table,
Cherish those moments and make a coolest fable.
We walked in with grace in a crowd of mystery.
Seeing bunch of friends from our oldest history.
Greetings of love are soaring in our night.
We never ever care if they’ll give us a bad unlikable sight.
We turn our heavy heads and see that colorful dress,
Acting like a professional who is so hard to impress.
Talking about possibilities in our nearest future,
Will we be a successful like a one high creature?
Seize this sizzling moment because we’re still young.
Enjoy the sweetness of life in our well filthy tongue.
Just walk and like our style my longest friend,
Never chase the barest because it’s not so our trend.