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Let's weigh in on all the people out there trying to lose weight
The makeup of our bodies we have had a long time to create
If it is easy to shed those unwanted pounds the task would be simple to do
The solution to the problem is always the same eat less, more exercise, a statement that always rings true
We as a society want results immediately, a pill for pain, a burger for your hunger
Losing weight is a long journey, not a one-day wonder
How do you achieve success, look at your job, school , marriage, hard work is what got you there
The rewards for this in weight loss are better health and a body that will thank you without those extra pounds it has to bear
An increase in stamina so you can enjoy life and what it has to offer even more
A whole new world awaits if we stop indulging in those quick weight loss companies who happily take your money than ask for more
Use your hard-earned cash to invest in yourself by joining a gym
You can achieve what you want in life, believe in yourself, and start down the road to being slim and trim
BATTLE OF THE WEIGHT LOSS DRAMA
Here's the halfway mark,
of the weight loss embark,
and if you're like most who at least get started.
Somewhere during the course,
you fell off the horse,
and now you're feeling dishearted..
But remember all’s not loss,
you’re still the boss,
so never, toss, the babe out with the bathwater,
The Yo-yo's are apart of it,
you knew it at the start of it,
when taking on the weightloss charter.
So if you've gained most of it back,
at least you don’t lack,
the wisdom of one determined mama,
Put your dukes up again,
if you keep fighting you'll win,
the battle of the weight loss drama!
Resolved: I’ll make a MOCKERY of death,
metaphoric wake may open my eyes.
I’ll ADORN kitchen walls with shibboleth -
an OPULENCE of signs which look passé.
using words like “Get Up and Exercise”,
“Calories Count” and “Don’t Forget to Weigh.”
I will EXULT VICARIOUS free time:
tasting all those shows on the loss of weight,
eating less, letting those dinner bells chime,
keeping my IMPETUS under corral.
A SILKEN body I will re-create
giving resolution, new rationale.
This year, I’ll cross the CHASM of my death,
downfall of pounds, weight’s passing does take time.
August 25, 2018
contest: Eight-Word Challenge 8, John Hamilton
the eight words are capitalized for easy recognition.
I met a Mr. Dreamy handsome guy on a dating site,
and talking and texting him was a delight !
After a few weeks we decided it was time to meet,
and without hesitated I said yes in a heartbeat !
I wanted to look sexy for him on our first date,
so weight loss- I planned to accelerate !
To help in the illusion I purchased a body shaper
it was black and stiff and fit my body like wrapping paper !
But, lets face it the shaper "thing" was really a girdle,
and for sure I would not be jumping even a small hurdle !
So, the day arrived and I put on my pretty new dress,
and the "thing" and I did look two sizes smaller was my guess !
He seemed quite dazzled by my beauty ... and shape,
but I am thinking- from this "thing" is there any escape !
We went for a walk first and I was having trouble walking,
with each breath taken- the shaper "thing" was blocking !
So, we get to a fancy Italian restaurant and sit down,
but I excuse myself right away and start looking around; !
In the washroom I remove the "thing" that was me,
oh, will he mind- I am two sizes bigger when set free !
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July 22, 2021
Poetry/Couplet/The Body Shaper ''Thing''
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-904-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, An Interesting Couplet
sponsor, Funom Makama, Judged 08/05/2021
Fifth Place
65.
The Path of Our Nation
Hey foreigner!
Search the world map
Find shapes, don't nap
Dog's sitting there!
West – Pacific
Orient facing
Seems West guarding
Though Asiatic.
Blacks – first people
Browns – main settlers
Whites – once rulers
Peopling simple.
Asia's old friend
China, India
And Arabia
But West to rend.
Heel Islamized
Yet, Spaniards came
And made it tame
Rest Christianized.
America's
First Asian pet
New rule beget
Foreigners pass.
When the dog's free
From charms of boss
Suffered weight loss
Makes self hungry.
But, its puppies
Away from thee
Fills their tummy
Return booties.
When stocks will store
Wisely by host
Future's not lost
New things explore.
Filipino –
The “World's Servant”
Role's important
Yellow halo!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
I’d kept the dress through the years
Hoping one day it would fit
Loved how it had made me feel
Others were taken by it
It was a lovely summer dress
Black with flowers of spring
When it adorned my body
Lots of stares it would bring
I hung it on my closet door
Hoping that weight loss fairy…
Would wave her magic wand
And I’d hate sweets and dairy
It went back into my closet
But it would call out to me
Every time I saw it there
I was as sad as can be
My daughter came to visit
Her body is quite divine
With curves in the right places
I just can’t believe she’s mine
She waltzed into the room
She had found and worn “the dress”
I stared at her in silence
She knew how to impress
Without a word I just looked
At my sweet 18 year old
The dress clung to her body
Made of her a woman bold
I gazed at her dumbfounded
And then I started to cry
My beautiful precious girl
Surely knew the reason why
She said what she always did
When I just wanted to die
“Mama, you’re still beautiful”
In her eyes I saw no lie
She was the one I turned to
When I needed the real truth
The honesty she dished out
Was at times quite uncouth
I’m padded more now than when…
I was at her tender age
Maybe I should accept this
And finally turn the page
Even with this cuddly shape
Been told I've got sex appeal
But I still want to go back
Wish weight was not such a deal
Beauty is not your body
It’s in a state of the mind
To be sexy on the inside
Is a rare and precious find
Now I see her wear the dress
And I smile as people stare
I’m proud of my pretty girl...
A very proud Mama Bear.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Lessons on Head Containment
People lose their heads
It’s what they do
And should it happen to you
Someone could use it for bowling
Let us pray for containment
Generally and specifically speaking
It is advised
Don’t be born
At the time of the guillotine
Or be of any political persuasion
From that
Or any other era or period in time
Though guillotine is
The great weight loss program
(“2 pounds off the top please!”)
Keep your head with you at all times
When going for a walk
Place your left hand firmly
Over the left side of the head
Place right hand on right of head
And do not prance
Do not look at the sun
It’s already compromised
Decapitated
Removed from other celestial bodies
If someone chases you with an ax
Run…. (Aspirins won’t help)
Bring a bread sized basket with you
If something should happen
Avoid the cost or loss of head containment
Soak it in cool water
Hide your head under covers
From headless horsemen
Or is it horseless headmen?
Beware of pigmies with their stitches
Try not to dangle in the wind by rope
It makes you look silly & dopy or worse
….. Dead….
If all else fails
Go gambling but
Don’t lose your head
I am at the beauty shop
where women share secrets
thinking no one else is listening
I get some of my best stories this way
the two in the next station are discussing weight loss surgery
I don’t tell everyone I have had it.
Why not?
I don’t know, it feels weird.
You have more energy, right?
Yes. They were supposed to give me counseling, but they didn’t.
You get sick if you eat too much right?
Sure, but I love not having my back and knees ache every day.
And the sex is better right?
I stare across the room at a child who is getting his haircut.
He looks about nine.
What is wrong with these bozos?
Walking down stark white corridors, the stench of bleach burns my nostrils.
With every step, I can feel sorrow lump in my quivering throat.
Looking down at the wrinkles on my shirt, I quickly smooth them over with sweaty palms.
The P.A. speaker crackles some incoherent name in the distance.
Bathed in yellowish-white illumination,
The droning of fluorescent lights singes my corneas.
Reading the room numbers, I’m almost at my destination.
The ticking of clocks seems to slow to my melancholy.
One room away, I can faintly hear your weakened voice.
Opening a sterile door, your hollowed-out face turns to me.
Biting my tongue, I hold back a flood of tears.
Leaning over to hug your fragile body, I can feel the drastic weight loss.
Your once-beautiful auburn hair has become a tangled nest.
So I grab my bag, pull out my tools, and get to work.
Gingerly, I separate strands of hair with a pick comb—
One by one, with an undying love, until I get down to the last knot.
Unsalvageable, I grab worn stainless steel scissors—
The ones you used on me since childhood.
I cut out the intrusive knot and grab your pale pink brush.
Gently, I stroke your hair, now shining under the overhead light.
Pushing the button on the side of the hospital bed, you raise up more.
Sitting behind your delicate state, I start the French braid.
It doesn’t have the same length now, but it still has the feeling of home.
Lying you back down, I kiss your forehead.
Whisper, “Hush now—you look like yourself again.”
Everything is as it should be when you close your eyes one final time.
Hurtling through space,
light years worn and barely aglow;
meteor descends to a random mark.
Injuries are no stranger to the traveler
and time is non-existent,
it’s never known it…
no deadlines or appointments press.
A journey of one billion,
light years and three black holes later;
Earth is a rest stop.
A few hundred-thousand there,
will provide fuel, for the next quest.
You may wonder what meteor learns…
a sad fact…all planets die;
some are murdered by their own children.
Dwarf implosion,
sends meteor sailing,
in celestial seas again.
Like the human, his body has changed.
Weight loss has given him momentum;
faster he’ll fly.
He never looks back,
when he leaves a dwarf.
Ignition sparked and fuel burning, he moves on.
He spies a beckoning nebula,
in lovely shades of pink and blue;
he’ll rest there now.