Guilty pleasures sweep my feet
From where I thought we’d meet.
All the way from flirter’s flat
To rendezvous inside your hat.
Soft the swirl in twists of French,
Your hair on some Parisian bench,
A fall of grace across my arm,
A talisman, a lucky charm!
I know some girls with lots of style:
They’re powdered, pumped and measured.
They spend at least an hour a day
On bikes, tread mills, not leisured.
They watch their waistlines like some spies;
A gain brings on a panic:
Then back they go and run some more,
A lot like a mechanic
Who ignores the engine that is stuck
And searches all the wiring,
The bearings, joints and endless bolts,
He studies, never tiring.
Meanwhile, the problem isn’t solved,
Just like the panting ladies.
The chocolates eaten late at night
Are unacknowledged maybes
To why the days demand so much
Of exercise and pummel.
Perhaps the sweets should find a home
In an obliging tunnel
Of snake or squirrel or praire dog
Who doesn’t have a craving
For stuff that isn’t on the list
Of diet plans out saving
Would-be models who are home
With ever rounder tummies.
Well, It’s ok now, I should think
Because they all are mommies!
In dark, depths of chaos that I call hunger,
Crying, dying for solace, I plea!
And Belly, he growls like a roll of thunder,
Oh my sweet pizza, I oft dream of thee.
How I do crave thee, delectable to sight,
And bliss! What heavenly bliss one taste could bring.
Thou art king of the party food, reigning in might.
Truly, a breath of thy sweetness doth make me sing!
When thou comest to me, what joy shall beat my heart,
I shall race to thee, embrace thee at first descry,
Draw thee near to my lips, never to depart,
And thou wilt heal my heartsick, hungry cry!
Though I know we shouldn’t be together,
Oh sweet pizza! I’ll love you forever!
Like the earth, frozen with winter,
My heart was cold.
A crystal case holding life,
Something teaming beneath the surface,
Wanting to grow.
Miracles.
The sun comes out,
A heart is melted,
Feelings push their way through layers,
Layers of hate.
I am ready to grow, to reach, to climb.
You are the sun.
You warmed my solid heart.
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Guilty pleasures
can be overcome
by simple measures
first rule of thumb
slap yourself on the wrist and say
“no! No! Not today!”
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After twenty one years
of blissful ignorance
one chocolate cupcake
with peanut butter frosting
was all it took
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French Twist
Guilty pleasures sweep my feet
From where I thought we’d meet.
All the way from flirter’s flat
To rendezvous inside your hat.
Soft the swirl in twists of French,
Your hair on some Parisian bench,
A fall of grace across my arm,
A talisman, a lucky charm!
Like or Dislike:
+3
I know some girls with lots of style:
They’re powdered, pumped and measured.
They spend at least an hour a day
On bikes, tread mills, not leisured.
They watch their waistlines like some spies;
A gain brings on a panic:
Then back they go and run some more,
A lot like a mechanic
Who ignores the engine that is stuck
And searches all the wiring,
The bearings, joints and endless bolts,
He studies, never tiring.
Meanwhile, the problem isn’t solved,
Just like the panting ladies.
The chocolates eaten late at night
Are unacknowledged maybes
To why the days demand so much
Of exercise and pummel.
Perhaps the sweets should find a home
In an obliging tunnel
Of snake or squirrel or praire dog
Who doesn’t have a craving
For stuff that isn’t on the list
Of diet plans out saving
Would-be models who are home
With ever rounder tummies.
Well, It’s ok now, I should think
Because they all are mommies!
Like or Dislike:
+1
Guilty Pleasures: Pizza Sonnet
In dark, depths of chaos that I call hunger,
Crying, dying for solace, I plea!
And Belly, he growls like a roll of thunder,
Oh my sweet pizza, I oft dream of thee.
How I do crave thee, delectable to sight,
And bliss! What heavenly bliss one taste could bring.
Thou art king of the party food, reigning in might.
Truly, a breath of thy sweetness doth make me sing!
When thou comest to me, what joy shall beat my heart,
I shall race to thee, embrace thee at first descry,
Draw thee near to my lips, never to depart,
And thou wilt heal my heartsick, hungry cry!
Though I know we shouldn’t be together,
Oh sweet pizza! I’ll love you forever!
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Singing
Inviting
Winking
not really guilty… just pleasures
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Like the earth, frozen with winter,
My heart was cold.
A crystal case holding life,
Something teaming beneath the surface,
Wanting to grow.
Miracles.
The sun comes out,
A heart is melted,
Feelings push their way through layers,
Layers of hate.
I am ready to grow, to reach, to climb.
You are the sun.
You warmed my solid heart.
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What sleeps in the deep,
and what lurks within
in some is a virtue
in some is a sin.
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Drinking, wenching,
mortally combating the foes in Jotunheim
all see that.
The Lady GaGa on my headphones,
no one hears.
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every once in a while
i fill my lungs all the way
a great deep intake
and let it all out slowly
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