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.
It's always a battle,
Everyday is,
Always a battle,
Between life and death,
I forgot something,
I didn't check before leaving,
I didn't look before going,
Everyday's like this,
I didn't eat,I overeat,
I overslept, I under slept,
I haven't moved, yet I'm so tired,
Always like this, everyday is,
Incase you're asking,
What depression looks like,
It is like this,
Everyday is,
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
**(Recovering Hope***
Existing in fear is nothing to cheer
Your Death cannot be hidden from
A sunny day could be your last
It comes to one and all
Some drink till death
Some do overeat
Stop the fear
Let go
Live
7/26/2024
Poem 2
Cardinal had his eye on the crow
But she said, “not cardinal, not ever, whoa!”
Crow had her eye on Wren who was sweet.
Wren never pigged out, did not overeat.
Cardinal was kind of a hog you see.
Flying down first from every tree.
The second birdseed was put out.
Before other birds could give a shout.
At their wedding Cardinal did not attend.
Pouting about it to the absolute end.
They did not miss him, guests had a blast.
And their nuptials were solid, they did last.
Pat loved pickled onions,
She ate them every day,
She had an addiction,
That kept her friends at bay.
Pat ate them in the mornings,
And every single night.
She did not smoke cigarettes,
As she might set herself alight.
Pat did not swallow pills,
Or narcotics of any kind
She was seldom ill
And she possessed a sound mind.
Pat did not overeat,
Or drink wine or beer at all,
Pickled onions were her passion,
Which led to Pat's downfall!
Can't get to sleep
Wake up too late
Afternoon snooze
Mealtimes confused
Yet when I get up early
All day I'm surly
Overeat, stuff my face
I'm in a bad place...
What? You're jealous of me
'Cos I sleep 'til 9:33
And at breakfast I tarry
Over waffles with blueberries
Well then! Life's not so bad after all
~ Didn't realize I was having a ball
Passover’s coming so soon, so soon
In two more orbits of the moon, the moon
Please take a matzo or a macaroon, macaroon
And sing us a festival tune, tune...
At least matzo ball soup can’t be ruined, ruined
Unless you eat it with a teaspoon, teaspoon
Use a nice-size, silver soup-spoon, soup-spoon
Just don’t overeat, or you’ll swoon, you’ll swoon…
From four cups of wine no one’s immune, immune
So sleep late tomorrow, ‘til high noon, high noon
Hope you’re not hung over ‘til June, ‘til June ~
But if you are, with ‘spirits’ you'll commune, commune…
I am part werewolf part vampire
My vice is gluttony; I love to overeat
My werewolf side devours beef in a sloppy messy way
My vampire side does not want it fully cooked
I have an advantage over others
People cringe when I show my carnivore tendencies
Fearing my gnashing happy teeth
Some scream and run off; I love that!
I keep a storehouse of foods ready to eat.
Beef, chicken, steak, sausage, and other meats.
They are my go-to choices.
But I would not kick a great baked potato off my menu.
What about desserts you ask?
Werewolf likes moon pies, but my vampire side needs something red.
Red Jell-o, strawberry shortcake, cherry cobbler.
It is fun being a combination glutton
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
~~Recovering Hope~~
Existing in fear is nothing to cheer
Your death cannot be hidden from
A sunny day could be your last
It comes to one and all
Some drink till dead
Some overeat
Stop the fear
Let go
Live
April, 2020
11am PST
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.
Loneliness is a frequent friend
when you are not around
I cannot sleep, I overeat
I feel run to the ground
It drains at my happiness
to be parted from you
some would call it separation issues
I can’t deny, that might be true
I often feel irrational
in our times of separation
my mind jumps to oblivion
an eternal pit of damnation
I wish I could prevent those feelings
I wish I could control my heart
to stop these useless tears from flowing
I need an emotional restart
I may have separation issues
and the loneliness always comes through
these may be separation issues
but I call it missing you
Dear Santa, I want a guinea pig,
One that can handle his sup.
I'd like one that can overeat,
And doesn't sleep belly up.
And, Dear Santa, our toilet won't flush,
It's really quite a wonder,
So could you bring for my mom,
A brand new toilet plunger?
Written 12/3/17
Contest: Dear Santa, I want...
Hosted by Kevin Shaw
Did ya know sea otters hold hands when they sleep
So they won't drift apart, their wedding vows to keep
Now that's a stretch
Didn't know that I bet
This leaves me stunned and makes me overeat
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