Short Fattening Poems
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Haiku
Autumns demure light
When plants arouse for a last
Display of beauty
Haiku
September, the time
When pigs get more swill to eat
Fattening them for Yule
famous holiday treat
flavorful, rich, nutty
festive, with candied fruit
fabulous with coffee
fresh-baked or "seasoned"~~Yum
filling~~save room for it
fattening~~eat small piece!
As I Was Walking In the Snow
the snow, a fattening marshmallow
like Leaves of Grass lent to Longfellow
same dog eared look
of well read book
it must be old, it’s turning yellow
©2/16/2018
submitted to – As I was Walking in the Snow – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Kevin Shaw
Always
be
careful,
Don't
eat
fattening
garbage.
Help others,
Initiate,
Just do your best,
Kiss daily,
Love often,
Money doesn't solve everything,
No
one
person is perfect,
Quick
reflexes
save
time
unless
variables get in the
way,
X marks the spot,
Zesty poem, huh?
Form:
The Mall
has got its own belltower
like modern church
for capitalism.
Hundreds of shops
selling the obvious
garish colours.
Many restaurants
serving a variety
of burgers and fattening food.
There is no art here
not much to see
if you don´t care
about
high heeled shoes
and burgers
I love my half and half,
I drink it everyday,
And I don't care if it's fattening,
I'll drink it anyway,
I try all kinds of flavors,
And pour it in my brew,
And when I get tired of one kind,
I'll switch to somethin new,
When my coffee needs a kick,
And the brew is startin to get bitter,
I know when I go shoppin I can always find something better! :)
Holiday recipes created by others
Christmas dishes decorated in festive colors
Laden with sugar and salt sweet and sour
Where is my long-gone missing will power?
Any dieting I did before I left at the moors
When families meet, my appetite soars
Fattening foods and decorated tables outdo each other
An amusement for a professional cook, my grandmother
A handsome man tall, slim and about 225 pounds,
Asked me out for a seafood dinner on our first date,
Still eats everything fattening, I know how that sounds,
Some twenty-eight years later, I still have a 225 pound mate,
That sucks, I’m not fat ~ just really, really short for my weight.
October 8, 2011
For Nancy Jone’s Contest
“Things That Suck”
Where do the lies go
That you tell yourself
Do they take root
And feed upon your health
Fattening themselves
Then like a dart
Finding nourishment
Into your willing heart.
Don't tell me
You don't feel them there.
The lies never die
They furnish their lair
What do we lose?
Self respect the ego fall
Our own sense of worth
The biggest lie of all.
Health Food
natural, low-calorie
nourishing, strengthening, boring
kale, *kimchi, chips, chocolate
tantalizing, satisfying, fattening
salty, sweet
Junk Food
*Kimchi is the national health food of Korea, fermented vegetables, particularly cabbage. It's nasty-tasting stuff, but to each his own.
For the Diamante Poem Contest of Caren Krutsinger
No more cookies, no more chips,
No more fattening yummy dips.
No more ice cream, no more cake,
No more doughnuts on a break.
No more milkshakes, no more fries,
No more bread and no more pies.
No more sugar and no more fat,
All these things have made me fat.
No more candy that's for sure!
I wonder how long I'll endure?
From these temptations I must flee,
If I want to have less of me.
8/29/13
I tell myself
You look pretty good ( for your age!)
Get out and live, take a chance
I tell myself
Those french fries won’t hurt
That salt’s not a problem
Get up and dance
That ice cream’s not fattening
That chocolate’s not bad
That burgers okay
Well what can I say
I tell myself
You can do it, you can make it
But best of all is that
Sometimes, I listen
the earnest feeling that
everything and nothing
is wrong
everything's *****ed
and so damn beautiful
in its ****ed-ness
the immensity of this
tickles the fingertip
like a salted crumb
on cat's whiskers
it doesn’t matter
which way you read your lines
(which way do you read them?)
as the corners of your mouth
become etched with the fattening burden
of Serenity
500 grms Stardust
2 Tablespoons of Rose dew
2 Tablespoons of Lavender
Zest of suggestion
25 Kisses
50 Smiles
10 Pieces of candle light
25 Heartbeats
2 Holding hands
12 Passion flowers
Sprinklea few more kisses
Slowly blend with half litre
of joyful tears
Stir with Cupids arrow until
of a beautiful consistancy
Pinch of baking powder
just to get he rise
Cook in the perfect ambience
Tis non fattening, but eat in
moderation, beware of the
consequences
Form:
We should stop eating all of these fattening foods.
Turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy at the ready.
But yet, it is Thanksgiving week and they put us in good moods.
You start the potatoes, I‘ll warm the potatoes, I tell Freddy.
We used to buy vegetables, but they always got thrown out.
We are both contenders for serious conditions including gout.
But we like our red meat, our liquor, our taters and our sweets.
We definitely cannot give up bacon, ham, or t-bone beefs.
two cows come down a hill;
they’ve come down before;
and again they shall…
unless Noah finds them
wandering off
takes them under his wing
of two by two;
enjoys the milk of she
& the horny glance of he
& the frightened glimpse of she
when she sees the fattening of the bull.
the heifer decides on further examination
not to take the hill
like Jack & Jill
because
on their last encounter
a stick figure was seen on the horizon;
could be he
and she knows where that leads.
The groundhog is about
she’s fattening up
on hedgerow shadows.
Winter babies are carried
in small wombs over stark ground,
they have eyes and mouths by now,
almost human paws.
The snuffle of small rodents
awakens more as yet unborn.
My own inner child
opens its eyes, calls out once.
From all directions,
brown in-uterine orbs
glance my way.
Dawn, like a stripper,
takes off her long black gloves,
arrives in white thighs,
remembers that she too
is a working mother.
The questions hang like skin tags.
A broken mirror, stabs
during birth of time.
We have got to do it, save it
in its infancy, before it is submerged
along with the temple of fake gods :-
before it is plagiarized by the
polity. The wives were fattening
on art of running the state
from behind the curtains. Would
you like to sign on my skin ?
Your death wish ? I am washing
my sins today. It is bit cold
here in the blue lake of tears. Now
you can hold my arm for final plunge.
Satish Verma