Short Metabolism Poems
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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?"
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?
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
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
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.
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
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 ...!
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
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.