am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?
respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
growth
i am growing
it becomes increasingly difficult
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning
excretion
i am excreting
i sweat when i do pretty much anything
even though i'm always cold
is there something wrong with me?
or am i just overthinking again?
reproduction
i am not reproducing
i can
but i'm not sure i want to
i wouldn't be a good mom
i'm worried i'd be too much like my own
metabolism
i am metabolizing
i always claimed it to be fast but maybe
it's since it doesn't have much to work with
movement
i am moving
my body does it without me knowing
or being conscious
it just moves
response to stimuli
i am responding
i respond too much
too dramatically
too sensitively
i fit all the criteria
so i guess i am alive
i'm just not living
New year, new goal.
Laughter,
a goal that provides
many benefits.
A wellness challenge.
It makes the brain
swim in dopamine.
Is mood-lifting
and removes stress.
Increases metabolism,
and burns my calorie consumption
(I love chocolate)
Stronger abdominal muscles
and a well-shaped butt
The face becomes softer
- highlights the glow in the skin
All this without plastic surgery
- Goal's outcome
- a win-win situation.
Appetites grow
Metabolism slows
The Kingdom of God destroys the characteristics of Worry!
Worry blows things out of proportion
But the Word of God puts things in the right context
The Bible guarantees that 'recession' does not affect the Word of God!
Birds always seek something to eat
They do not worry!
Based on their metabolism
Birds must constantly look for food
They do not worry!
God the Father feeds them
Even though they must constantly look for food
The Kingdom of God destroys the characteristics of Worry!
God the FATHER is our SOURCE
He is our Provider
He is our Leader; He is our King
His Government will take care of us!
Birds always seek something to eat
They do not worry—
Based on their metabolism
Birds must constantly look for food
They do not worry—
God the Father feeds them!
The Kingdom of God is never in a Crisis
Matthew 6:26
[There are many types of birds]
Copyright 2024
IF I COULD CHANGE ONE THING
If I could change just one thing,
I wouldn’t aim too high.
I doubt if I could save the world,
However hard I try.
I wouldn’t tackle climate change
That’s warming up the sea.
I’d do something really selfish
That benefits just me.
The doctors say what’s good for me
Is vegetables and fruit.
And things I like have fallen
Into disrepute.
So I’d approach the matter
With simple pragmatism.
I’d use my power to alter
My own metabolism.
So then I could eat chocolate
And cream cakes by the score.
I wouldn’t need to study
E-numbers any more.
I’d have six spoons of sugar
In every cup of tea
And shovel it on cereal
Without it hurting me.
And best of all dear reader;
Forgive me if I shout.
I’d never eat another piece
Of broccoli or sprout.
Worry blows things out of proportion
Carrying a burden too long will deplete your energy
Having synergy in this life is important
Hence the Word of God puts things in the right context
Knowing this, we can understand why
Recession does not affect the Word of God!
Birds always seek something to eat
They do not worry!
Based on their metabolism
Birds must constantly look for food
They do not worry!
God, the Father feeds them
Even though they must constantly look for food
The Kingdom of God
Destroys the characteristics of Worry
God, the FATHER is the SOURCE
He is our Provider
His Government will take care of you!
Birds always seek something to eat
They do not worry!
Based on their metabolism
Birds must constantly look for food
They do not worry!
God, the Father feeds them
The Kingdom of God is never in a Crisis
Matthew 6:26
[There are many types of birds]
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
I eat like a pig, scarfing, grunting, chewing, not tasting.
I want to blame my metabolism for my corpulent gluttony.
I am planning my next meal as I scarf down this one.
A giant bowl of ham, beans and cornbread.
Thinking about it makes me happy as a fat sow in a garbage truck.
I need to take a little nap to get ready for my next feeding.
Life
Energy
Life human being
Being human, or humane
A man, woman, or child of the species *****sapien
~~
Life is distinguished matter
Has biological processes
Capacity for homeostasis, organism metabolism, gather
Life is spiritual soul gathers
~
Tangible invisible energy growth, adaptation
The condition animals and or plants
Response to stimuli, and reproduction guadufication
God’s spoken word chanced
~~
From inorganic matter,
Spoken forth birthed Elohim creator
Synergy capacity for growth, energy
Reproduction, functional activity, continual energy
Change preceding death past, future presently
Capacity for homeostasis, organism metabolism, gather
Life is spiritual soul gathers Energy is…
Life
10/22/23
For Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
The cheesecake in the bakery I want to devour,
dag-gone my crumbling willpower!
It's cherry topping so high,
makes me want to cry.
I walk on past the candy aisle,
and gaze at the cereal shelves awhile.
Euell Gibbon's "sticks and pebbles"
Grape Nuts brand-
that kind of breakfast I cannot stand.
Give me a cupcake piled with frosting,
never mind, the "guilt calisthenics"
afterwards would be exhausting!
Stepping on the scale I hate,
I'd much prefer Kit Harington was my date,
yes, that's quite a fantasy,
so bugger off- I'm in my sixties!
My slim grandchildren eat like lumberjacks,
I gain easily, my metabolism is wack,
their ice cream consumption is legendary,
as I scowl eating yogurt and boysenberries.
If there is a monument somewhere for us
who try to lose weight,
before they engrave my name on, do hesitate,
as I'm hiding in my room and munching
in the dark,
peanut butter patties Girl Scout cookies-
but don't give me any snark!
My squirrels are foraging in the backyard
After days of the snow-covered ground,
They are finding the peanuts I strewed
Jumping and chasing, always they astound.
One, a red squirrel, has recently arrived
From the woodland beyond the meadow,
The grays are treating her like an intruder
I enjoy watching them from my window.
Since it is extremely cold this morning
Their metabolism makes them move quickly,
They will feed as long as they possibly can
It appears that none of them are sickly.
My love for these critters is long-standing
For my Uncle Cladie rescued baby squirrels,
Kept them in a basement cage for company
When he tired of Auntie’s constant quarrels.
Especially I remember one called “Little Man,”
Who was allowed to come upstairs and play
He was as domesticated as any household cat,
And he would follow me around all day,
Sometimes attaching himself to my pants leg
He would ride along with me wherever I went.
Early on, I learned that animals are comforting
And they are free and completely innocent.
Written January 27, 2022
As a man, I know I begin to be old
As I feel rather fond of being with children
More than with these and those lovely girls
I understand they're made little humans
Sharing with all the pure souls
I know I must be old to see them grow
That's metabolism the creator made so
How faithfully my calories I count.
Believe me, I have counted them
since age fifteen. Oh, the amount
of food for decades I had!
But after each new decade - CRAP!
Metabolism slows down. Things get bad.
I recalculate calories or exercise more.
Otherwise, I fatten. THAT I deplore!
Oct. 6, 2020
For John Lawless' The Crap Shoot #2 Poetry Contest
No! not about pits
they’re removed
the fruit sliced.
ugly in effigy —
the air turns
their innards
burnt orange.
their rainier skin
scarred and pale —
tasty or not.
i’d rather them red
and plump, but
skinny enough
to fit into
the pitter
and for the pits
to shoot straight
out
not get stuck
like Winnie the Pooh
half in and out —
a honey of an incident,
embarrassing.
i gobble up
nature’s morsels
good for sleep
metabolism and
movements
which i
have a right
to let go.
Let’s not forget
the plastic covering
these incidentals
arrived in
and were shaken loose
from
into a collapsible colander
and given a sprinkling
shower; they shine
their famous; their mine
7/11/2020
Physique in denial, irritating to bouncers
her numbers-to-flesh comparison on the radio is a smash hit
this ice, in a hot summer still slowly melts
making age-stunt her most engaging hobby
boys, half her age come to display lame tactics
her metabolism functions with slow engines
as the bolts of her aging are yet unscrewed
another reason for the planet to baffle, after Pharell Williams
“I’m thirty nine” the most of her answers after her name
envy suffocates her mates as they beg for her genes
faith in using the pressed oil from her skin
may be factual and never should be underrated
this adult in teenager’s skin
still feeds her organs with mama’s milk.
My fat is falling
My fat is falling
I have falling fat
My fat is falling
My fat is falling
My diet is Jack Sprat's
My ribs now show
My ribs now show
My metabolism flows
I see my toes
I see my toes
I fit into my clothes
Now I'm lean
Now I'm lean
Skinny wolverine
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