In later years, I craved foods that were almost always fattening.
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And With This Thirsting Craved
With a thirsting craved.
And a hunger of desire...
They believed,
In achieving.
And needed this done...
To satisfy,
What they felt inside.
With a discipline uncommon,
They met and rid themselves...
Of obstacles.
And affirmed success,
Would be theirs!
Or they would not rest.
With this thirsting craved.
And with this thirsting craved,
Everyday there were dues to pay.
And naysayers with nothing positive to say...
But would not get in the way of those who craved.
Those who stayed focused night and day, praying!
Until nothing but Sun would beam from their faces!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foods high in bad fats, sugar and chemicals are directly linked to many negative emotions, whereas whole, natural foods rich in nutrients - foods such as fruits, vegetables, grains and legumes - contribute to greater energy and positive emotions.
quote by Marilu Henner
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Chicken fat, beef fat, fish fat, fried foods - these are the foods that fuel our fat genes by giving them raw materials for building body fat.
quote by Neal Barnard
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And let's be clear: It's not enough just to limit ads for foods that aren't healthy. It's also going to be critical to increase marketing for foods that are healthy.
quote by Michelle Obama
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The trouble is that after nine years as a Jack of all trades and Master of the Dominican Order, I have no expertise on anything except airports and exotic foods.
quote by Timothy Radcliffe
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Doubtful
Early,
It is one,
Forbidden food in heaven.
Later,
Too many forbidden food,
In earth.
Now,
They are coming everywhere,
In every action of life,
With every mind that come as devil,
This is all devil foods.
I am afraid of eating the devil foods,
If I eat, I am not dying,
But I am going to hell
If I let they go,
They flies away with the angel wings
And I am starving to death,
Doing nothing.
poem by Chandra Yusuf
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I opened my own restaurant when I was 17. I went broke, then traveled around the country, learning about different kinds of foods, had three other restaurants that went broke. It didn't all start just a few years ago!
quote by Paul Prudhomme
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A True Story of A True Pet.... My Grandmother's Pet
Pets are always very precious!
They feel and understand our feelings and sorrows!
My maternal grandma an humanist
She tame many pets like cats, pigeons etc
It is her hobby and fun!
She gives foods to her pets regularly and sufficiently
She feeds the pigeons and cats
She love her cat a lot!
She gives milk, meat, fish, bones, rice as his foods
Her pets love her a lot!
She takes care of them very lovingly
But those days were very strange and sad!
My grandpa had died that day!
After his death, that cat not used to eat anything and survive without food
He was behaving very strangely
Even that cat could understand feelings of grandma about her husband That cat was sad to see grandma in pain and couldn't tolerate the pain of the mournful death
At last, the cat had died because of not taking foods
Grandma found it under the bed
Grandma says that was her favorite pet!
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Everything I like is either illegal, immoral or fattening.
quote by Alexander Woollcott
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Revenge is sweet and not fattening.
quote by Alfred Hitchcock
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Thigh Way (Song Parody of 'My Way')
to the tune of 'MY Way'
And now, my weigh-ins near
and my poor scale faces destruction
I've cheated, had some LITE beers
then gotten quotes for liposuction
I've eaten way past full
and then had one more for the highway
I've gotten old, I've gotten fat
don't diet my way!
Bagettes, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention
I love my salty snacks
but that's what gave me hypertension
I planned each 3 course meal
at greasy spoons along the highway
Ive gotten old
I've gotten fat
don't diet my way
Yes there were times when I was blue
Ice cream in quarts, I would go through
but through it all, despite the gout
I'd eat it in, or take it out
I ate it all, - and I'm not tall
don't diet my way
I've lunched, I've wined and dined
I've had my failed attempts at losing
but now my jeans just split
and it no longer seems amusing.
To think I ate it all
and may I say not in a shy way
I've gotten old, I've gotten fat
don't diet my way
For what is a meal without cake for desert
and JOGGING IS DANGEROUS - a guy could get hurt
I ate the foods I truly craved
and never once was fashion's slave
The weight-in shows, I need new clothes
don't diet my way!
poem by John F. McCullagh
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All the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral, or fattening.
quote by Alexander Woollcott
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All the things I really like to do are either immoral, illegal or fattening.
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Watch out when you're getting all you want. Fattening hogs ain't in luck.
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From middle age on, everything of interest is either illegal, immoral or fattening.
Have The Crackpots United
Watching the news and I had to shake my head,
a featherbrained crackpot stood there,
they want to a ban a forty odd year old advert
about going to work on an egg,
They stood there saying, “We are not stating
that eggs are bad for you, they are actually quite good.
However you shouldn’t eat eggs every day.”
What a cockeyed statement to make.
They then carry on and say, we should eat other foods.
However, other featherbrains have told us other foods are no good.
Now what do the featherbrained crackpots say about drink?
Coffee and tea does you no good,
soft drinks are too gassy,
a must to say away,
beer and spirits are another no no.
Bottled water that might be Ok,
until someone contaminates
it all of it some day.
Now back to food,
its not only eggs we must not eat.
You name a food from greens to bamboo strands.
According to the crackpots,
they will all send you to the Promised Land.
They tell us it’s all contaminated
with this and that.
They say we should eat less each day.
At the rate they go on,
we will not be eating anything at all,
and the undertakers will be making
the thinnest coffins anyone ever saw.
You can bet your bottom dollar
that all the crackpots eat well.
If you went to their larder,
I would bet you would find
all the foods that they have told us
to leave behind.
Now my advice is to eat what you like,
modestly of course,
and as for drink,
drink what you will.
Now light up a cigarette
and see how many cuckoos come out of the nest.
Some of them say that it gives you this and that,
then another come along say it does not.
Nevertheless, none of them
can answer the question that I purpose.
A few years ago scientists discovered a dinosaur
that had died from cancer would you believe.
My question is did the dinosaur smoke?
Did he have tailor made
or was it a case of rolling your own?
So the next time you see a featherbrained crackpot,
carrying a banner somewhere
saying we must not eat or drink this or that.
Give them the Winston Churchill’s V sign in reverse
and tell them to go elsewhere.
Now message to you is
eat, drink and be merry.
We have here only one time,
so enjoy it while you can.
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet: Variety in Life
If sweetened foods be taken on most days,
Until aversion takes the upper hand:
The buds of taste seek foods in hotter ways,
And sweetened stuff must be put to remand.
One cannot have the same things o’er again,
Man wants a change and variety in life;
We want the sun and in-between the rain;
We want our joys be followed by some strife.
When things are done in dull monotony,
Discontent fills the heart and mind of man;
No man can live with mere acrimony;
We shut the windows, sometimes switch on fan.
Variety is the spice of life all say,
And that is why God gave us night and day!
7-9-2001
poem by John Celes
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Do give books - religious or otherwise - for Christmas. They're never fattening, seldom sinful, and permanently personal.
quote by Lenore Hershey
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The Merryman and His Maid
[HE] I have a song to sing, O!
[SHE] Sing me your song, O!
[HE] It is sung to the moon
By a love-lorn loon,
Who fled from the mocking throng, O!
It's the song of a merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sad, whose glance was glum,
Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye.
Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me - lackadaydee!
He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
[SHE] I have a song to sing, O!
[HE] Sing me your song, O!
[SHE] It is sung with the ring
Of the song maids sing
Who love with a love life-long, O!
It's the song of a merrymaid, peerly proud,
Who loved a lord, and who laughed aloud
At the moan of the merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sore, whose glance was glum,
Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me - lackadaydee!
He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
[HE] I have a song to sing, O!
[SHE] Sing me your song, O!
[HE] It is sung to the knell
Of a churchyard bell,
And a doleful dirge, ding dong, O!
It's a song of a popinjay, bravely born,
Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
At the humble merrymaid, peerly proud,
Who loved that lord, and who laughed aloud
At the moan of the merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sad, whose glance was glum,
Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me - lackadaydee!
He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
[SHE] I have a song to sing, O!
[HE] Sing me your song, O!
[SHE] It is sung with a sigh
And a tear in the eye,
For it tells of a righted wrong, O!
It's a song of a merrymaid, once so gay,
Who turned on her heel and tripped away
From the peacock popinjay, bravely born,
Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
At the humble heart that he did not prize;
And it tells how she begged, with downcast eyes,
For the love of a merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sad, whose glance was glum,
Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
[BOTH] Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me - lackadaydee!
His pains were o'er, and he sighed no more.
For he lived in the love of a ladye!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Time was not far
To leave whom you’d wooed,
To abandon whom you’d craved
And to skip whom you’d admired
Time was not far
To leave who’d wooed you,
To abandon, who’d craved you,
And to skip, who’d admired you.
Time was not far
For those who would abandon,
Who would desert you
Or who would at least slip from you.
10.01.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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