By Christmas Day each father
and mother, also known as Santa and Mrs. Claus,
should have fulfilled “Dear Santa” letters
and other wish lists. They overspend, but for a great cause!
Expensive foods, grandiose home improvements,
and decorations are added. Guests will be so impressed.
Bank balances shrink; credit cards get maxed out,
but—By George!—mom, dad, and kids will be well dressed.
Money’s nil. Overindulgent purchasers question
their sanity: “Why do we do this every year,
spend way beyond our means? Recovery takes months.”
Once again, they’ve robbed themselves of Christmas cheer.
Responsible spending transforms unrealistic views
of how the holiday season should be. We can decorate,
enjoy tasty food, and buy gifts without spending a fortune.
With Christmas in our hearts, we can sincerely celebrate.
Categories:
overindulgent, celebration, christmas, money,
Form: Rhyme
Aged sixteen when it all begins
a downward spiral I fell in
steady consumption on the fringe
to being consumed on the binge
overindulgent to a lost mind
need the endorphin buzz to unwind
my image morphing but I was blind
as the drink the drugs an I were bind
my memory now a hazy fuzz
years go by I still need the buzz
no reason I do it just because
I've killed the person I once was
a false scene shielded my demise
continued buying more supplies
without money on tick full of lies
unaware I'm under cloudy skies
ignorant to the way I've altered
fallen down completely thwarted
when sober feel aches and awkward
a chemical romance I've resorted
buy street drugs get repeat prescriptions
five hour high five day restriction
losing sight of my own depiction
tied in tight to these addictions
this is a man losing his way
on a trail from back in the day
when he didn't want to work just play
now he's an outcast set to stray.
Categories:
overindulgent, addiction, depression, drink, drug,
Form: Rhyme
Today I tasted joy.
If fact I tasted my way through the whole day.
Not full course offerings or overindulgent dessert platters,
Just a quiet time, my housecoat, china mug and me.
My husband was here somewhere.
Occasionally he passed by my peripheral vision, nibbling quietly.
I enjoyed solitude, a quiet time with kindle stories and laptop friends,
A catch up time, soup simmering in crockpot time, a memory stone time.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings, and I am content in the moment.
Today I tasted joy.
Categories:
overindulgent, best friend, day,
Form: Prose
What about the rest of the world?
The American Dream certainly seems like a dream
If WE aren’t what WE seem to be
What about what we see on the television screen
Or
Read in some paper or learn in school?
History portrays hardships and the advancements we’ve made
Yet everyone’s a slave to SOME cause
Still the rich remain rich
And
The poor remain poor
To be rich is far more than your financials
Or
Your assets
Or
Any other materialistic THING
To be rich is to flourish from nature
WITH
Nature
To be rich is to thrive from our uniqueness
Not adjusting
Solely
Trusting that the planet and each and every creature
Will survive if we aren’t petty
Or
Overindulgent
Those without speech subtly show the beauty in collaboration
How a world without worry is possible
With cooperation
Vegetation’s manifestation of a creation seemingly above our nation
Above humans
There is a hierarchy
Yet we are co-inhabitants of one planet
Visions of the top may be attractive
But
There’s just not enough oxygen to permit a clear head with clear thoughts
WE are nature!
Categories:
overindulgent, health, inspirational, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
The heated, illicit look
Of ectasy across your eyes.
Echoing throughout the heavens
On overindulgent eyes.
I never want to close my eyes..
Day into night she's with me
How sweet is her warm embrace.
Safe in the scent of her fragrance
So safe in her arms of grace.
I never want to close my eyes..
When my eyes close and I'm there with you,
Your softness touches me,
Kisses so tender I feel excited yet lost,
The sweet smells of your skin and hair, your voice in my ear.
I never want to open my eyes..
Mornings I find, her soft body next to mine
So warm.. so safe, but aware
I try to escape, she lures me back
Oh run though I try, she's there..there..there.
I never want to open my eyes..
Categories:
overindulgent, love, passion, romancesweet, sweet,
Form: Free verse