#diet
A flash 55 word poem
It’s
hard
to rectify
Medical conditions
I beseech
Thee
Revelation
I believe
God is teaching me
My body is a temple of God
Ingesting poisons Food
Has
Consequences
New Conditions
Since
My 65th Birthday 2026
Cholecystectomy
Rheumatoid
Arthritis
Neuropathy
Diabetes
Lupus
Gout
Finding a
diet for each
condition
implausible
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:58 AM UTC
salt and sugar look exactly the same,
different taste, different purpose
yet they’ll both still try to **** you
sugar targets your sweet tooth,
that sugar rush will send you up
but won’t hesitate to bring you right back down
you don’t even care cause it feels good right now,
but then later on there’s tooth decay, diabetes, and obesity
all that salt will give you
hypertension, kidney damage, and heart disease
your excessive consumption of salt and sugar is gluttony…
you thought you could get away with suppression,
and ignore the bigger issues that needed addressing?
salt and sugar are only more fuel for your depression
you’re creating a hell that feels like heaven
that extra bit of seasoning
that extra bit of sweetness
just like kryptonite
it might just be your weakness
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
There was a young man who ate wood
He said that it tasted quite good
He ate Poplar and Beech
He liked fruit trees like peach
He said that all should eat wood when they could
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 6:52 PM UTC
salt and sugar look exactly the same,
different taste, different purpose
yet they’ll both still try to **** you
sugar targets your sweet tooth,
that sugar rush will send you up
but won’t hesitate to bring you right back down
you don’t even care cause it feels good right now,
but then later on there’s tooth decay, diabetes, and obesity
all that salt will give you
hypertension, kidney damage, and heart disease
your excessive consumption of salt and sugar is gluttony…
you thought you could get away with suppression,
and ignore the bigger issues that needed addressing?
salt and sugar are only more fuel for your depression
you’re creating a hell that feels like heaven
that extra bit of seasoning
that extra bit of sweetness
just like kryptonite
it might just be your weakness
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
There once was a man from New Guinea
Whose outty began as an inny:
He ate so much food
It began to protrude
While the rest of the fella stayed skinny.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC
guilt and shame
eating to blame
lack of control
lack of tame
the food comes in
the fat puffs out
if only cold turkey
didn’t sound so good right now
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC
There's nothing magical about being intentional.
It's about the beneficial, not just the permissible.
Don't be mindful of the infinitesimal
But watch the frequency of every mouthful
Watch the size of your morning bowlful
And what you spread on a wholemeal bagel.
That way you'll find you'll be more healthful.
Although I should be a little more truthful –
I can get all emotional
And potentially inspirational
About my preferable, honey-based
Sticky sauce that’s truly capital (BBQ).
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
all night my sister
retches in the toilet
a bug crawls around my own stomach
nothing like hers
i sneak into the kitchen
drink madly from her cup
and swallow her half-chewed food.
god i hope i get it.
those 3 middle schoolers got salmonella
from the kebab place down the street
now
no one ever wants to go i understand
but i
stop by as often as i can.
god i hope i get it.
i only ever see her going into or out of the bathroom
eyes welled, teeth yellow, lunch bag empty
i reach inside my throat
i want to be
like her
but tears leak and ***** doesn't.
god i hope i get it.
last night i finally did. i
shoveled food into my mouth, unable to stop until
my vision blurred and when i
knelt down and watched
murky colors mix with the ceramic reflection
i just felt deceived
the bug was still within me
crawling, creeping, ceaseless torture
unwilling to ever leave.
god i hope i lose it.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
I recognise my ego nature
as I fall into
judgemental rage..
Still, I grasp a hold of my mind
allowing my higher self to take the stage.
Thoughts are clouds
they’re plagues, they’re thief’s,
of which
mindfulness is the only relief.
Worse than an American diet
stress will take its toll…
Better learn to meditate
before you get too old!
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 9:53 PM UTC
Tomorrow I’ll start my diet again.
I say disgustedly to a friend.
No point today, I already wobbled.
The chocolates were asking to be gobbled.
What’s one more day of aching knees?
Hey hon, could you pass the cheese?
Why do they make these clothes so small?
No room to move in this dressing stall!
I’m too tired now to exercise - plus
It worsens the chaffing of my thighs.
Yes, please! To extra whipping cream.
We can add panels and take out the seams.
I deserve a splurge and to treat myself!!
One more nibble for my mental health?
Is it just me, or does my belly look round?
Stripes should face up not lying down .
These jeans must have shrunk in the dryer?
Tilt the camera angel down. Hold it higher!
Airplane seats keep getting smaller.
Why wasn’t I born just a little bit taller?
Hey babe, would you grab me a beer?
I’ll start my diet again in the New Year.
There won’t be any excuses then.
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 9:51 AM UTC
No, I'm not hungry.
But my taste buds are testy
for tasty
My jaw is itchy
for chewy
My nose is tingly
for the aromatherapy
of rich and meaty
No, I'm not hungry.
But my stomach aches
for feasty.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 8:42 AM UTC
Thank you Almighty Great God for giving US
This extraordinarily blessed and gleeful holiday
The turkeys are being fried, baked or roasted
The cranberry sauce is protected from the snow dust
The children are happy because their stomach
Will be plentifully filled up with healthy food
Cakes and ice cream will put everyone in a great mood
The homeless will be feasting on the deck
Happily sitting around the well garnished table
Like everyone, they dream that every day
Was as special as today, where God’s graces
Are raining gold all over the United States
This is neither a tale nor an imaginary fable
Today feels like payday, today is a joyous day.
The Wednesday before this amazing day
Should be called White Wednesday
Since the day after this day
Is notoriously called Black Friday
Thank you God for this special gift
For this day of hope; it sounds like a myth
No other country celebrates like us
This is truly a blessed day
This is like payday, this is a happy day
We all wish that we had more appetite
We all wish that we could remain light
After so many richly varied and delicious meals
Throw away the scales and the diet pills
For just today, let’s enjoy ourselves
Let’s not worry, and don’t pay attention to our curves.
Copyright © November 24, 2011, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 11:58 AM UTC
The tiny rocks, the Army socks,
**** it’s hot,” my shoelace knots,
My fiddling hands, the holes with sand,
My diet’s bland, and cause I can,
I speak a word, but that’s a sin.
I get called out; I just can’t win.
My friend, his card, I give it back,
Go back to fiddling, ”This **** is whack.”
I find more rocks, they’re in my socks.
**** it’s still hot,” I tug my knots
With my free hand covered in sand.
My ***** shut up, because I can’t.
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 9:12 PM UTC
Plump ripe fruit
taken from the vine with a bit of guilt
is it better to turn her into pie
or let it rot and wilt?
I am unnaturally and unnecessarily human
made of sugar and spice
surely this berry would be of more use
fallen on the floor with the bugs and the mice.
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 11:25 PM UTC
Hunger
raw
inside
my stomach churns
it seems i can't ever get it to stop
to be satisfied
with the food that I feed it
feel so much fear around food
around eating
am I eating too much
or too little
will it make me fat
will it heal me
will it make me sick
all I know is since the age of five
I was put on diets
for my "health"
and my stomach would ache
and I would cry and scream
I remembered today
the wounds
how I would go to bed hungry
how I was threatened that if I didn't behave
I wouldn't eat
how I would store the candies
in my drawer
how me and my brother made a game out of it
how I would take the candies from my mom's purse
how my mom would eat it and would tell me that I couldn't
how my brother would cry out at night
from hunger.
I see patterns
calling out from the depths of my internal darkness
wanting to be heard and seen
maybe others see me today
and think that I eat too much
because I am no longer a size zero
more like a size 10
but really what they don't know is
how much I struggle each day
to feed myself
how much of a joy and healing it is
for me to buy myself cookies
and eat them
to enjoy them
I would love to live in a world without diet culture
but alas I am working
on setting myself free
slowly
from its clasps.
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 6:25 PM UTC
Trapped in a body
I don't recognize
The clothes that I'm wearing
Are not my size
I'm thinner than this
I know I am
What the mirror reflects
is just a scam
The food I consume
Doesn't all come out
Some turns to fat
And just layers about
It does keep me warm
On a cold winters night
No need for a belt
Now my pants are so tight
The solution is clear
I need exercise
Choose the small plates I know
Not the super size
It's the commitment and work
That I truly dread
To hell with it all
I'll be thin when I'm dead
Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 7:12 PM UTC
Chocolate diet,
your hairs were too sweet, so you chose to dye it.
“Do you like it, “ you had to ask me, which I had to
admit, “I seriously Iove it.“ But I only could mind it.
In a diabetic coma, we were sleeping on sweet dreams
with your hair on my favourite pillow. A willow now;
your hair was now falling off. You tried to dye your age,
but how it looked before wasn’t really much the same.
Still wishing the old you could come back around again.
Coffee diet,
you’ve been grinding all of your life in continuous cycles.
“Can I have a break, “ you exclaimed to me, I couldn’t lie
to you, and pretend slowing down meant you’d have a break.
Baby test your brakes, just to ease yourself into rushing into
those familiar mistakes. There’s no shame I could put all on you.
Even when I’m trying to fix everything, not only for one of us.
But also fixing a fulfilling life for us two. But it’s all for you.
Cannabis diet,
we’re getting high on all of our wildest desires, and dreams.
Afraid of the heights, getting to the top of success as it seems.
Playing both sides of the spectrum of ideas. Can’t we work out
all of our issues as a team? The closest we are, to doing the
same kind of work. Your cooking up some stories, and I’m
cooking up a storm of my words. How soon till the kitchen gets
burnt? Bite marks under skins; getting on each other’s nerves.
Commitment diet,
tying ourselves around trust. But it passes the fine line
of making up, or passing around lust. Why does the love we’re
making, end off with me having to cuss? We’re playing it all a
little too rough. I can’t be explaining to workmates about my face’s
latest cuts. Must of been the feelings that radiated the first time
we met. But it turned into radiation, falling into a toxic combination.
Toxic relationships are only the ones people fall into blindly. But we
could see the disaster before, taking it ever so lightly. And so mildly.
Cuddle diet,
teddy bear kisses, calling me soft for falling so easily in love with
you. I had to borrow someone else’s glue to get myself stuck to you.
Listening too many times, to peers pressuring me to do things I
never really liked. But they were the ones to decide how far I should
jump, to reach up to their hype. Yet your friend’s excitement aren’t
there, when they see a close couple they know publicly fight.
Sigh,
I must be tired, and too full of myself to picture me the fool.
Drooling over love; waters of the flesh are only sweet in the
moment. But try yourself to enjoy the same taste, straight after
***
Seriously,
why must we go around chasing loves, leaving us out of breath?
Following a length of measuring up to unrealistic values, and
ending up with less of your human strength. Regrets will fill up
your favourite plate. A diet of all of these things, somehow leaves
you bent out of shape. I was too busy chasing cake, but the flavours
of it, wasn’t something I could always taste.
So,
I had loads of inked pains to write this. Not to act as if all the parts
of you I despise or really miss. But if lips are the first taste we have
to a full meal of two lover’s violence, I think I’ll just stay off it’s diet.
May 25, 2022
May 25, 2022 at 12:56 PM UTC
Infection with love, dangerous,
Obsession to get cured,
Regret follows,
Trapped for there seems to be no way out of here,
Enjoy All your wars, all your sorrow.
Courage to live it, punished,
It is only for the chosen, those who fought,
Only everybody's fighting
For what they want.
Sweet and tenderly you came
To declare all your wishes,
My commands_
Making love powerful.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 11:39 PM UTC
We were at it like a couple of rabbits back then…
Eating salad I mean! Trying to lose weight!
Laying off the ***** keeping up the exercise.
press ups till you’re dizzy, can’t see straight
And look at them rippling thighs!
Never having a lie in or getting up deliciously late.
But running on the beach early doors, increasing the heart rate.
Heart and lungs that’s the thing - get a proper sweat on!
So good? Yeah! A crafty beer? Well maybe - but please, don’t let on.
The odd indiscretion is OK as long as it doesn’t show.
But the day of reckoning’s looming again and they’ll all have to know…
And in spite of all your calorie counting and life becoming a blur.
On the scales (these 'ere must be wrong) you’re just the same as you were!
Come Friday…”Christopher has had another good week everyone; he’s lost 6 ounces!!”
Daily exercise? Look at them rippling thighs!!
But I’ve done me best I’m on rice crackers with lemon zest
three times every day… I’m exercising… she’s criticising
And I’m worried I’ll waste away!
"No" she says… "your love handles haven’t disappeared.
Until they do it’s more of this and less of that.
And…you’re too shagged out anyway!"
Weight Loss... I don't give a toss!
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC
in the darkest of my nights,
in the worst of my days,
the only thing that i could control
were the calories i ate
and the numers on the scale
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
Covid 19 is shockingly lethal,
Killing thousands all over the world.
We are imprisoned in Pandemic Lockdown,
Confined to our homes for seemingly endless days.
Yet these clouds have silver linings.
No more daily social drinking for me.
Complete control of what I eat.
Time, oceans of time, to get my house in order.
Time to reflect and write.
I might even get
Into good shape.
The skies are clearing too.
Much less pollution
From factories and cars.
China can be seen from space
Free from smog.
Animals are returning.
We saw a squirrel in our close the other day
For the first time in twenty odd years.
And the gulls have come inland
For more food.
Chaffinches and robins on my lawns
And foxes even bolder than they were before.
All this is showing us:
There is another way.
We don’t have to ravage Mother Earth
Chop down the trees
Or fill the air with smoke.
Nor do we need to classify us all
As Patricians or Plebs:
Iniquitous inequality.
Or make Money our God
Like modern Midases.
There is indeed a better way.
Which begs the question:
What will it take to make the human race
See sense?
Paul Butters
© PB 27\4\2020. (Slightly amended 28\4).
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 5:45 AM UTC