Waistline Poems | Examples

MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES I'm in a Terrible Jam

MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES! I’M IN A TERRIBLE JAM….
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At midnight, my stomach grumbled
With snacks in the pantry, I fumbled
     On the shelves high and low,
     Chocolate cookies. Say no!
But tripped on my cat and then tumbled!

Toward the fridge I tiptoed with glee,
For it holds a treasure trove for me.
     There's a jar of sweet jam, tight
     I’m stuck with tasteless yam, terrible plight!
With spoon and my cravings, an eating spree! 

Oh, the brownies were calling my name.
They ‘made me’ lose the dieter’s game.
     Each chocolate bite I took,
     My belly constantly shook,
Now my waistline will never be the same!

The Smoothie Scam

A "healthy" shake bought,
Packed with sugar, fruit, and more,
Waistline stays the same.


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How to make love to a didgeridoo

Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill,
body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse quaked primal.
Waistline oscillated, packed rigid. Gasps defibrillated, beasts fought through tight ribs,
Midriff dilated, injected, probe swelled with force.
Her breath hung heavy, smoke in a chimney,
Drumbeats drumming on her global map, sweat beaded like molten glass.
Weary rasps of elation caterwauling,
guttural sounds spilled from her chest.

Not When I'd Lost a Step or Two

   Not when I started to show it
     not when I’d lost a step or two
   Not when my memory would lapse
     not when my waistline grew

   Not when others began to snicker
     not when my bladder started to flicker
   Not when I had more hair on my hands than on my head
     not when I’d get sick and wish I were dead

   Not when all these things happened to me
      did I ever attribute them to age 
   Teachers told me I’d grow wiser with each passing year
      Hmm. I must have already passed that phase

Planking

Outstretched on all toes and both elbows 
How long will the body remain suspended, only a man's will knows
Blood pressure and stress coming down 
In this ephemeral stillness, better health is found
With deep breaths in and long breaths out
Better posture and balance are achieved, no doubt 
Elevated focus, awareness, and a waistline that's shrinking 
Never mind the stoically static body that's away from the floor, just know the owner is planking

Man's Gift

It can travel upward and inward or downward and outward 
Once bestowed this gift, man must decide whether to go forward or backward

Whether to go back or forth, many men will never ponder or know to ask
And maybe, just maybe, if they do know, they also know it may be a Sisyphean task

Nevertheless, the gift whether used or abused, is real
It is evident in how man looks, acts, and feels.

Santa with his ruby-red cheeks and robust waistline sliding down the chimney
With his claustrum bag, he's jolly and bearing gifts of plenty

But not just on the 25th of December 
Santa delivers all year in the Hope that man will know and remember

Yes!

It gives and it keeps on giving whether acknowledged or appreciated 
But oh, too often it's not so it's foolishly deleted 

Man's gift, the sweet essence of life that sustains
Handsomely, it rewards but only if he retains

When is enough enough

Have you ever had
A bag of potato chips
A glass of smoky wine
Halfway through
Wanting for more?

Have the rest of the bag
Drink the whole bottle
There’s wisdom in saturation
Joy in the overflowing cup
Have your chips and eat it too

Let the cup overflow till
Ruby puddles on a carpet
Chiplets scattered on shag
How else do you know
Half-empty or half-full?

How does rock bottom
Know, if you’ve hit the center?
The extra pounds tattle tells
The stain on the carpet knows
When saturation is not enough

It’s dangerous to get it all
Potato chips Grubhub away
There’s always a bigger cup
Let them joyride to you despite
Floods in the brain with dopamine

How else does the spill know the rim
How does satisfaction know the edge?
Boundaries untested will tempt
Saturation will continue to entice
Knowing enough is true wisdom

The stained carpet will tell you
The waistline will confess
You’ve reached beyond saturation
Penury is natural like drought then
Missing won’t feel like missing out

When the bottle is nearly empty
When there are just crumbs
I'll savor what remains
Put them aside for tomorrow
I'll saturate them with temperance

Diet-Right

Swiss Cheese
   Pretty please

  Porous holes
   Help with goals 

  Patty melt
   Waistline svelte 

  Price is low
   Way-to-go

The Birth of Girth

From a much younger man
my waistline did expand,
have no offer of excuse,
for some cookie abuse.

Simple tasks done with ease,
are no longer a breeze,
having tried, but I fail,
to even clip my toenails.

I'm quite ashamed to admit,
that I used to be fit,
dealing now, this eclipse,
of once seen naughty bits.

The new shape that is forming,
now my clothes nonconforming,
no good reason of worth,
for the birth of my girth.

Dress De Flor

Dress De Flor
 
Red Gladiolus
is the flower of August,
fashion fabulous.
A dressmakers dream?
Spaghetti stringed halter top,
and blouson waistline
Made of real flowers?
Fabrics wired to flare-up,
then crimped and dyed red.
The store owner's son
placed an order for a gown.
Dressmakers fear him.
"I want to impress,
have it ready by Sunday"
For your fiancée?
I’ll start right away. 
"It’s for her bridal shower.
Just have it ready"...
..."I’m back for the dress.
It looks just like the picture.
I’m surely impressed.
How will she sit down?"
Just not on her derrière, 
There was no time left
I Worked day and night
With the few days you gave me
Forgive me please sir.
Best for her to stand all day.

I'Ve Heard That One Before

"Stupid is as stupid does,"
Isn't that what people say?
How hard it must be for many,
Just to make it through the day.

"Wake up and smell the coffee,"
Or so the saying goes.
To improve your situation,
You've got to follow your nose.

How about "Catch as catch can,"
I've heard that one before.
Do the best that you can do,
Or you might wind up on the floor.

"My eyes are bigger than my stomach,"
That practice will never last.
By the look of that swollen waistline,
Maybe it's time that you should fast.

Making a Mockery

Less than flattering waistline
    mocks ever-thinning hairline

  Disappearing gray matter
    makes head look even fatter

The Back of Dad's Chair

The back of Dad's chair is black like a void,
its mid discontinuous of solid support.
Cushion coils creak as his weight shifts,
his interest unhinged from light hypnosis.
The scuff of rough wheels rub fine lines in  
encumbering crumb-crusted floorboards,
which mundanely sustain the weight
of a burdened waistline and wasted years.
He forfeits the fortunes of a father: favor and honor,
as points tabulate and clock ticks wick up 
the last of my sapped up, tapped out tears.
His glowing, giddy face is unfazed, 
too focused on fantasies to notice me.
Dad's back trespasses my passive stares,
his incessant inattentiveness ingrained
like the prison-bar stripes on the back of his chair.

10/5/2022

Aquittal

as if drawn by an invisible jury

the mood inched closer

to adjunction

incrementally and with

unbearable slowness of progress

it nibbled away at sizeable apathy

pinched a tiny chard of gloom

until the clouds burst into silent tears


not without questioning the sanity

of its success neurons returned

to previous still rusty function

redefined normality 

of what was to become

not without mocking 

waste and waistline

as if to say

you need a belly ring for flotation

it will ground you when levitation

takes the mood swings too far


the verdict not guilty

merely colluding as a minor offence

released on bail

no further injunctions

and hard work ahead


24th September 2022

Dreams For Sale

A sordid smile
    a crooked frown
  invisible bile
    a tattered gown
  
  Different color elbows
    cavernous armpits
  Unflavored saliva and spit

  A blistering waistline
    curious shoulders
  A cratered mind
    rocks and boulders

  Checklist never-ending
    no suitors pending
  Resolve never-bending
    all offers final ~ depending

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