Obesity is not for me Todays Idiocy
I must confess that I grow less
now that I’ve given up fast food.
I did not do it to impress
I had to prove to me I could.
I was in fact a complete mess.
My appetite out of control.
Macdonalds ruled my life I guess
fast food became my only goal.
Until one day I chanced to see,
reflected in a window pane.
A big fat slob and it was me.
This made me resolve to abstain.
Although MacDonalds tempted me.
I only had myself to blame.
I had surrendered easily.
But now I understood their game.
As I grew fat so they grew rich.
They did not give a fig for me
So I decided I would switch
and start to eat more healthily.
Now I am slim and loving it
I am the weight I ought to be
Still tempted sometimes I admit.
But I walk past triumphantly.
23-Oct-08
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Grew Up Fast
We grew up fast
And no one seemed to notice
We grew up fast
And we grew up alone
Mom and dad
Were never what we wanted
We grew up fast
And we grew up alone
We grew up along
Well you know who I am
So dont treat me like Im someone else
Well you know what I am
So dont treat me like Im someone else
You never act like that with no one else
We grew up fast
When lies were just a fact of life
We grew up mad
Cause we never had a home
We faced the past
And forgave the revolution
We grew up smashed
And we grew up alone
We grew up alone
Hey my brother
I got no fight with you
I just cant lie down
Hey my brother
I got no fight with you
I just cant lie down
No, I just cant ride down
I just cant ride down
Well you know who I am
So dont treat me like Im someone else
Well you know what I am
So dont act like Im something else
Well you know who I am
So dont treat me like Im someone else
You know where I am
So dont act like Im somwhere else
You never talk like that to no one else
You never scream like that for no one else
You never suck like that for no one else
song performed by by Tom Petty
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One step at a time.
I see no reason to be coy.
I was a baby long ago
and after that a little boy.
When all I had to do was grow.
I quickly grew to be a youth.
Certain that I knew everything.
But passing years taught me the truth.
I could be sure of just one thing.
The more I learnt the less I knew.
There was so much I did not know
and I had other tasks to do.
Things to see places to go.
We may not know what lies ahead,
such knowledge is forbidden us.
So we are forced to guess instead.
Perpetually curious.
I realised as I grew old.
That I must die eventually.
Leave my old body stiff and cold
And then at last I would be free.
Just how I knew I cannot say
but I believe it to be true
I grow more certain every day.
Although I KNOW no more than you.
I find it very comforting
to think that when this body dies.
At last I will know everything
with nothing hidden from my eyes.
Until I am reborn again.
Bereft of all my memories.
Knowing no more than other men
I learn again by slow degrees.
Bodies may die but I go on.
Blessed with immortality
Forgetting past lives which are gone
until I am what I should be.
A small part of the oversoul
Returned at last from whence I came.
A process I cannot control
but I must go through just the same.
When all are safely gathered in
and thus complete the oversoul
A new creation can begin.
Perfection is the final goal
.Tuesday,05 January 2010
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Junk Food Junkie
Johnny's got an addiction
He's strung out without conviction
He was raised with a microwave
Sticky trashy fast food slave
He's a junk food junky
He could be a lot more spunky hunky
But he's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, you know it's bad
Mother doesn't really know
Shopping in a glossy show
Then again her budget's low
Her health so bad it makes her slow
She's a junk food junky
She's stressed and very jumpy
She's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, we know its bad
Blame it on the food yeah, we know it's bad
Jenny's in a fix
With her arithmetics
Poor concentration
Boys in the classroom cause agitation
She's a junk food junky
She could be a lot more fun
But she's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
You know it's bad
You know it's bad
B a d ! !
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Junk Food Junkie
Johnny's got an addiction
He's strung out without conviction
He was raised with a microwave
Sticky trashy fast food slave
He's a junk food junky
He could be a lot more spunky hunky
But he's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, you know it's bad
Mother doesn't really know
Shopping in a glossy show
Then again her budget's low
Her health so bad it makes her slow
She's a junk food junky
She's stressed and very jumpy
She's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, we know its bad
Blame it on the food yeah, we know it's bad
Jenny's in a fix
With her arithmetics
Poor concentration
Boys in the classroom cause agitation
She's a junk food junky
She could be a lot more fun
But she's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
You know it's bad
You know it's bad
B a d ! !
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My Little Blue Window
This is a calling card
Maybe it will be a farewell note
The poison fountain pen now requires the antidote
But if I avert your gaze
And I should become a shrinking flower
Just punch me on the arm
This could be our finest hour
'Til now this was my view
But I'm counting on you
How am I ever going got make you see?
Nothing in this ugly world comes easily
I want you to be
My lovely hooligan
Come by and smash my pane
'Til I can see right though
My little blue window
This is a fingerprint
Maybe you will feel a fond caress
But when you start to speak
Are you tempted to confess?
Well, I was a gloomy soul
Never thought I see a brighter day
The dark interior
Blows those silver clouds away
'Til now this was my view
But I'm counting on you
How am I ever going got make you see?
Nothing in this ugly world comes easily
I want you to be
My lovely hooligan
Come by and smash my pane
'Til I can see right though
My little blue window
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Outstandingly average.
Outstandingly average.
I’m extraordinarily
ordinary. My only claim
to fame is my normality
I’ll never be a household name.
Nor do I think I’d want to be.
A bit player in life’s game
I do not court publicity
I ask for neither praise nor blame.
I’ll settle for obscurity.
I have no goal for which I aim.
I am content to simply
be a spectator of life’s game.
Express my views in poetry
To no effect quite probably.
Wednesday,13 October 2010
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And Mushy peas for J.T.Ellison
A fragrance carried on the breeze
which sets my saliva to flow.
Aroma guaranteed to please.
The finest fast food that I know.
Traditional English fish and chips
served up with salt and vinegar.
The smell can make me lick my lips
although I smell it from afar.
Kebabs, Chinese and Pizzas too
appeal to some but not to me.
There’s only fish and chip will do
To suit my mood adequately
Fine English food for Englishmen
I can enjoy time and again.
14-May-08
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To Seek Food
Hunger is to seek food,
Food has one eye and one ear.
The food we abstain from are the heads,
The food is caring over us, and we maintain
Our lives with the food of the day.
Liquors are taken as food,
With a brain too bright,
A table and a cook is required,
Forming my life as a whole.
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Par for the course
When I was young and hormones raged
throughout my system like a flood
To keep my libido assuaged
I bedded every girl I could.
With little thought of consequence.
I place the blame on Mother Nature
she robbed me of my innocence.
when I grew older more mature.
I realised my ignorance
My past behaviour I foreswore
I would no longer seek each chance
to add another to my score.
The time has come to find a mate.
Someone to cherish and protect.
‘Til then I would be celibate
and treat all ladies with respect.
Hot blooded youth will have its way
but men must act responsibly.
Forget the games they used to play
and start to take life seriously.
9-Jun-08
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She Ran so Fast
There was once a girl who wanted to run fast
She was the fastest in her home, the fastest in her class
She ran so fast she would break all the rules
Not to mention, all the records in all of her schools
All people called her, ‘Fastest in the world’
But that wasn’t nearly fast enough for this girl
She ran so fast gravity couldn’t carry her
And then one day, she ran past the sound barrier
One time,2 times,3 times, and 4
She mocked space shuttles in her quest to run more
Her feet never sored, her soul never tired
She ran so fast, she was lean as a wire
As she grew older, so did her legend
Her ambition grew bolder and made her feel destined
To become the fastest that ever existed
She was faster than stars shooting at night
But still she kept running, still she persisted
Till she outran her shadow and ran out her life
Some say that she ran faster than thought
And she could catch the waves of a laugh
Others say her physique was always so taut
She took the pictures and then outran the flash
“Life moved too slow, ” was her last known opinion
Before she ran herself into oblivion
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Discredited a Lament
Alas and alack now life is hard.
They cancelled out my credit card
I used to live in luxury
now I’m condemned to poverty
My firm downsized and let me go.
Which put an end to my cash flow
My bank foreclosed; I could not pay
therefore they took my house way
My wife divorced me and she left.
I’m single homeless and bereft.
I face a life of misery.
Nobody wants to hire me.
I’m not too old to start again
given the opportunity
but I must make do until then
on other peoples charity.
The fat cat bankers are to blame.
Lending without security
Increasing profits was their aim
That’s why they acted recklessly.
The system failed, it had to come.
/o many could or would not pay.
Vast profits had been made by some
but now hard times are here to stay.
The fat cats will escape Scott free
The government will bail them out
condoning their dishonesty
The fat cats will not go without.
To me it is a travesty
which really makes me furious
It seems there is apparently
one law for them one law for us
Though none of us can claim to be
in every way quite innocent
We could get credit easily
because of this we overspent.
Could not have done, had they not lent
with disregard for fiscal rules.
Its hard to say in the event
between us who were bigger fools.
The lenders or the borrowers
I think the lenders deserve blame
They tempted us with their offers
and changed the rules to suit their game.
It is the small man always pays.
The present system is corrupt
I think its time to change our ways
Declare the fat cats all bankrupt.
Root out and fine the guilty men
why should they always get away?
To milk the system once again
by acting in the same old way.
I think its time to call a halt
and re-establish old values.
The rotten system is at fault
I think most folk will share my views.
I’ve said my piece so I will go
back to the street to beg my bread.
It is and always has been so
I gather from the books I’ve read.
29-Nov-08
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There can be no argument for M lady Resh bubbles
I do not know but I suspect.
That death is not as we expect.
Simply reward or punishment.
For things we failed to do or did.
No single action can be hid
Nor can our motive and intent.
Before the court to make my plea
I find the only judge is me.
I cannot plead I’m innocent
I know the things I did and why.
There is no way I can deny
The sins for which I must repent.
I was tempted and often fell
frequently the truth to tell.
Although sometimes with good intent.
I prosecute and I defend
but realise that in the end.
The laws of Karma represent.
Pure justice which applies equally
to everyman, no one is free.
Established by long precedent..
Though this lifetime you failed to learn
the only punishment you earn
You choose yourself and can’t resent.
Another life another start
you have to play another part.
You acquiesce and give consent.
A life you start with a blank sheet
your unlearned lessons to repeat.
All new born babes are innocent.
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Que Sera, Sera for M lady Ann Beard
Sometimes I see beyond the veil
As through a frosted window pane.
I try my best to no avail.
The vision fades, won’t come again.
I can’t control it purposively
that is beyond my meagre skill.
Although I see what is to be.
I cannot choose to see at will.
Sometimes I know but dare not say.
Someone is facing tragedy,
I hold my tongues as is my way.
Although I suffer silently.
I cannot alter Fate’s decree.
That which I see must come to be.
14-May-08
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Diet Coke
I eat to live not live to eat
but I can still enjoy my food.
As I am quite sure I should.
I dine on vegetables and meat
because I know they do me good.
I do not frequent fast food joints
to eat cheese hamburgers and such.
I do not really like them much
Which does not earn me brownie points
from friends with whom I keep in touch.
What suits them does not suit me
They are quite free if they prefer
the food the fast joints can offer
AS for my self I’d rather dine
on wholesome food I get elsewhere.
My friends are mostly overweight
Because they choose convenience
and really cannot see much sense
In eating what I advocate
They see my views as sheer nonsense.
But I am slim and fit while they
are frankly fat and ill at ease
in other words they are obese
and yet they still feast every day
on hamburgers with melted cheese.
Of course they all drink diet coke
a fact that still amuses me.
Although they drink it constantly
I do not think they’d see the joke.
I ‘d rather they were fat than me.
(12-Jun-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Eating Healthily a rant
Eating Healthily.
So many claims are spurious,
misleading and injurious
A fact which makes me furious.
I find it rather curious.
Food manufacturers can imply.
Indeed they are allowed to lie
about the food they hope you buy.
Again I often wonder why
the powers that be chose to ignore
the lies told by each superstore
to convince us less is more.
Surely by now they know the score.
Increasing profits is their aim
these greedy firms are all the same.
The view customers as fair game,
don’t have to prove the facts they claim.
They add more salt and sugar too
and add an extra pound or two.
For food they say is good for you.
A claim that’s very seldom true.
Convenience food s which they display
do not conform in any way.
To what their lying labels say.
But they’re allowed to get away
with lying to increase their sales.
It seems that legislation fails
to curb their fancy fairy tales.
The greed for profit still prevails.
11-Jan-08
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Self Knowledge for M lady Ernestine
A mature lady who was known
for beauty in her younger days.
Now like a rose that’s overblown,
She’s wise enough to change her ways.
For youthful beauty cannot last
once you have reached maturity.
It’s no use dwelling on the past.
You must accept reality.
She’s now known as a lady who
despises foolish fashion trends
She is one of the lucky few
who knows when youthful beauty ends.
You can develop stateliness.
Express your personality
a greater gift than prettiness.
This virtue lasts indefinitely.
An older woman can impress
by her sheer strength of character.
And therein lies her cleverness
she knows that many men prefer.
Maturity to youthfulness.
Her style of self sufficiency
enhances her attractiveness
lends her an air of mystery.
Arousing most men’s interest.
Like moths around a candle flame,
they vie to prove they are the best.
She is the mistress of the game..
Do not despair as beauty fades.
At best its only transient
a property of all young maids
which they attain by accident.
An older woman can attract
the kind of man she chooses to.
With whom she’d like to interact.
What she decides that she will do.
Permits no one to interfere
She knows that she is in control
a fact that she will make quite clear.
To be herself her only goal..
16-Feb-09
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A Serving They Wish To Dismiss
If we did not have a yesterday....
Would it be tomorrow we now live?
To say that today...
What we could have done then,
With a doing more today...
To have our way as lived?
Could anyone honestly say or admit,
To a living with disappointment...
'If',
We knew those seeds planted grew...
Today?
Those 'ands',
With their 'ifs' to 'but'...
Crops up in memories,
Too much.
And dreams and wishes do come true,
To be fulfilled.
They do!
'But'...
A wanting more to add onto those dreams,
We don't give up.
There is a wanting of more stuff.
With an allowing of disappointment.
People can't be teased or tempted,
Enough.
No!
People want to be kept real pleased...
With a doing away of the rough.
For more fluff.
To puff and strut with a flaunting.
People can't be teased or tempted,
Enough.
No!
To want and choose to validate...
What was eatened,
They ate.
People can't be teased or tempted,
Enough.
No!
To compromise on their licking of sugar,
To appreciate what it takes...
With a serving done on their plates.
And delivered as is wished.
People can't be teased or tempted,
Enough.
No!
To want and choose to validate...
What was eatened,
They ate.
Baited to order and made...
For them,
To suit their whims...
With a eating,
Of everything given as wished...
On their plates,
Today!
And...
Refuse,
A serving they wish to dismiss...
Ordered yesterday.
Yes,
And...
Refuse,
A serving they wish to dismiss...
Ordered yesterday.
And just,
Too confused...
To recognize what they had ordered,
And wished...
From their yesterdays.
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Keeping Faith for M lady Naizz
Keeping Faith.
I am benighted and afraid.
Darkness descended rapidly.
As if the gods themselves forbade
me to complete successfully.
The pilgrimage to which I’m sworn
to save my soul from jeopardy
I'll watch and pray until the morn
And then continue on my way
Though demons whisper in the night
and challenge all that I believe
My faith sustains me in the fight.
At first light I will surely leave.
I will defeat the enemy
and reach my goal triumphantly.
22/04/2009
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Food is god
Food is god
for poor people...!
God is not
Only food...
Rich home
Dog is eat
Nice food...
That food is god...?
yes that also
A god...
Good food is
God...
What is good food...?
Given good health
Always good food...
So...
Non veg
Or veg...
Every good food
Is god...
Simply sit
Silentely eat food
With out hot
And cool drinks...
Food is not only
Poor's god...
With each and
Every one also
food is god...
Give respect and
Take food...
Happley too try too
Thank for god...!
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