Short Metabolism Poems

   Appetites grow

    Metabolism slows...

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When I was a teen, I would munch
My way through the whole Sunday brunch.
I'd destroy that buffet,
Then as we walked away,
I would ask my poor mother, "When's lunch?"...

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I’ve always heard that as we 
      “age,”
that big boiler room called
      “metabolism”
starts to slow . . . cool –
[Hey!  I can hear that ticking
noise as heat dissipates]

If that is so --
      why am I always so hot?...

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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...

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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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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....

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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...

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i Absorb
            the melt
            of the salt in me,
            i feel the excess
            of the sugar that causes me
            jam ...
            I live this life
            pre shipwrecked with
            intensity,
            as somebody who waits ...
            Taking from me myself
            the miracle of inspiration
             and healing ...!...

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Gingerbread house
Ice cream cone tree
1 piece of candy for the house
2 pieces for me

The air is full 
With the smell of molasses 
I need to lie down 
As my blood sugar crashes

Cookies, Candy canes 
And a Hershey's kiss
Belief in Santa, youthful metabolism 
These are things that we really miss

December is great
My favorite you bet
The next 11 months 
Trying to get out of debt...

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Like Zen in Her Old Age 

 

Like Zen in her old age,  

she moves as calm water 

with the slow metabolism 

of ancient stones and redwoods. 

  

toiling like the slow rutting 

of running water through rocks. 

With finger to wrist,  

she feels the tide ebb and flow in her pulse,  

  

And within the ice age of an eye blink 

she lives through the millennia 

moving at the pace 

of the slow creep of continents 

  

as she steps back into history....

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