MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Rainy Rhyme’

softly falling rain
removes the chain
of emotional pain
make it our goal main
to become fit again

heavy lifting like a crane
could feel insane
forsake words profane
if body weight you gain
oxygen flows in a vein

is it safe to explain
what does soda contain
artificial sweeteners refrain
the taste of a new domain
drink fresh sugar cane
get rid of the wine stain

stop to vilify grain
its effects ascertain
body fuel regain
learn to entertain
in the fast lane
like a bullet train

with no champagne
if we are to be sane
it may sound mundane
food is to sustain
not energy drain
extra pounds do retain
diets to disdain

it’s a deeper terrain
stop to complain
no longer restrain
preaching was in vain
eating is not humane

abstain

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘Craving’

impulse
desire
craving

something
savoury
or sweet

first
salted
nuts

still
unsatisfied


followed by
heaps of
other goodies

too many
to list


blaming
the weather
body chills

pants
too small
to wear

need to
go shopping

belly
overflowing
the waistline

taste buds
what a
curse!

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘The Belly’

disappearing waistline
weight of extra pounds
restricted breathing
wheezing sounds

water in the kettle
boiled to drink
per wisdom of sages
makes ones belly shrink

armed by soft tissue
cells of squishy fat
cover years of abuse
one reason for that

search for solutions
slim shake that fails
give it a try and then
buy larger scales

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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Ever Growing Body’

Ever Growing Body

Fat cells stretched to the max
Roaming about the fridge
Having just eaten lunch
Dessert is due next

A sweet ambition
To reverse time
Dressed in sweatpants
Food constant on the mind

Munch crunch munch
Grossly overweight
Rolling down the kitchen
Getting harder to inhale

What is the last straw
Of this food obsession
No will to stop
Turning into a ‘Buddha’

Sedentary lifestyle
No need to get anywhere
No need to walk too far
Thinking about not much

Food for instant gratification
Of the current situation
Satisfaction on the tongue
Tip of the Iceberg only

Growing ever larger body
Expansion of the cells
Pops up a scene from M Python’s
”The Meaning Of Life”

Nobody to blame
Starting tomorrow

Diet or die fat