Overindulgence Poems - Poems about Overindulgence

...I’m a weapon of mass destruction the kind that doesn't appeal to societies seductions I am all about kingdom construction The word of God is my daily instructions I get an unction, how to functi......

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...Overindulgence, it’s just the way it is in this society. Overindulgence in sex, food, alcohol, drugs, spending, spending beyond the means and getting in debted for self-indulgence in vanity, mate......

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...Saint Patrick died on March 17th. So we celebrate the day with green and drink. Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave, a condition he never fully forgot or forgave. Patty (as he was kn......

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...Gluttony takes no prisoners, And leaves nothing behind to grow, Except the need for more. Gluttony unchecked will end our planets usefulness, But not our usefulness, In helping Gluttony get to......

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... Scriptures speak to us in riddles Relying upon esoteric symbols They may be well intentioned But it’s time this truth is mentioned That addressing mind, invoking fear Guilt of imagin......

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...Tentativeness has become pure permanence. Overindulgence turn true to life temperance... Boulders resemble icebergs of sturdy snow rocks, Bonfire looks like lively long burning lava blocks... So......

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...To aid the celebration’s overindulgence of snow and damp, sugar and fat, serve a cornucopia of felicitous fiber and its vitamin rush— whirligig of walnuts and crisp cranberries, Honeycris......

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...The sleepy eyes, the excited cries, the whoops and hollers and the early rise. The stampede downstairs, the jumping on chairs, the ooh's and aah's and the wide eyed stares. The tearing of ......

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...sweets after the war in Norway, there were little in the way of sweets and what we could buy was rationed. But all was not lost, my mother melted sugar in a frying pan when the sugar became li......

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...Why, oh why can't I deny That the ones I love Are causing my soul's hope to die, But will you ever see it from my point of view Or will you always consider my treasures Were stored up for your......

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...The Prodigal Son Why do babies leave home at such a young age? Like premature hatchlings falling from the nest before their wings are even capable of flight, only to succumb to the wildness of nat......

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...Existing in chaos, mind’s fog World of haze, devoid of color Mindless drone, autopilot Going through the motions as if Sleepwalking Through the dense gloom, the gray horizon seen In a daze, the......

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...Subconscious thought periodically drops you into my cotton candy dream world. The FM dial drizzles my mind with syrupy sweet remnants of the past. I bite through the chewy nougat of what-could-......

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...Spring mix sprinkled with balsamic and fig A whirligig of walnuts and crisp cranberries Décor’s sweet dawn of strawberries A fork and buds to taste At first so cold then so warm someh......

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...Addicted to somethin’ My thoughts no longer own A fish tank full of submarines Swimming schools of piranhas Waking up soaking wet Sharks swimming in my sweat Sleeping on the cold floor Pet......

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