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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Diet - deadline is 8-9-12 9:59 am NY time. (08/02/12)

TITLE: Downscale to Upscale
By Marlene Bonney


Those extra pesky pounds
Latched on without a sound;
My clothes are all too tight,
So nothing fits quite right.

I gave up pie for Lent,
Which didn’t make a dent
In losing twenty pounds
That made my doctor frown.

“You’re getting older, gal,
But that’s not terminal:
Eat healthy, wholesome foods
And with desserts be shrewd.

Nutrition is your friend;
Eat nothing that offends.
Be moderate with treats
And anything that’s sweet.”

I ruled out donuts, then,
And calories by tens;
But that was not enough—
There still was naughty stuff:

The brownies and the cakes;
The juicy, tender steaks
Made way to tasteless breads
And salads, in their stead.

“Eat smaller portions now,
And chew them like a cow:
Take time to digest slow;
Drink water to-and-fro.

Cholesterols control,
(Your counts are none too low!)
Some pills might do the trick
To keep your plaque un-thick.”

Be gone—buttered muffins!
Away, you frosted flakes!
Be off—sweetened coffee!
Depart, fudge and toffee!

"Not easy is this chore
Of eating less than more:
In case you haven’t heard,
This diet’s for the birds!"

“Discouraged, you are, ma’am,
Depressed from counting grams.
I have some meds for that,
But they can lead to fat.

Let’s see what we can do
To make your mind like new;
Your counts have lowered some—
No need to be so glum!

Allow yourself a break,
And drink an ice-cream shake.
One time in every ten,
Arrange to fill a yen.”

Okay, I’m on the mend;
A light is at the end!
It may take longer now,
But that I will allow.

A TINY piece of pie
No longer I deny;
A LITTLE slice of cake
My diet will not break.

Discretion is the key
To moderate my needs;
It pays off in the end
To have a regimen.

Extremes I now forsake;
The middle ground I take:
Sweets still will have a place,
But fill a smaller space.

I’ve lost those pesky pounds,
(I hope they’re never found);
I’m healthy as a horse
And suffer no remorse.

Alas! My work’s not done;
I’ve only just begun:
My soul is sick and frail,
Warped diet there unveiled.

My promises to God,
At best, are mere slipshod;
Intentions not enough,
Becoming simply fluff.

“You feast on sweets alone
That don’t produce backbone;
You go to church for show,
A shallow cameo!

One scripture verse a week
Is only just a peek
Of what I have in store
To bless you at your core.”

I started searching, then
To fill my inner yen;
With daily, seeking heart,
I drank His Word--apart.

Like meat, they strengthened me
And filled those spirit needs:
In joining prayerful groups,
I chomped on Bible soup.

“You’re on the right track, now,
Imbibing veggie chow:
Communing from your heart
With Me, is very smart!

Another thing you need
Is bran as daily feed;
Enact your good resolves
As you become involved.”

Attending fewer shows,
I give myself to those
Who need a helping hand
Or me, to take a stand.

Computer games were fun
And T.V. Number One;
But now I moderate
The time that I intake.

“I cherish you, you know,
And follow where you go;
I want to give you more:
Receive My Love outpoured!

Bad habits break you down
Until you almost drown;
They really have to go
For you to purely glow.

Abuses you ingest
Cause havoc and distress;
Accusing you of sin
And binding you within.”

Indulging every whim
Grows chubby, thickened skin
Enhancing only me
With fancy spending sprees.

My selfish ways revealed
(And things before concealed);
Excesses in my meals
I’m shaving to “get real”.

Absorbing all that’s right,
Continuing the fight
To purge my heart and soul
Until I am made whole.

“That’s what it’s all about;
Your Love I will not doubt.
Your Word proclaims all Truth
Of which I’ll be a sleuth.

I want to seek Your best;
A life-long earnest quest
To be what you designed
Becoming more divine.”

Becoming trim and fit,
A constant battle pit;
It’s all about control
To make our lives all whole.


"Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body." THE BIBLE, I Corinthians 6:19-20.

"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent of praiseworthy--think about such things." THE BIBLE, Philippians 4:8.

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C D Swanson 08/09/12
Beautiful job with this powerful poem. I loved how it was presented, and I truly enjoyed the message it brought forth. Thanks.

God bless~
Linda Goergen08/11/12
Like your poem...to be healthy we do indeed need both a physical and spiritual balanced diet. Good message.
Noel Mitaxa 08/14/12
Clever shift through humour to thoughtfulness to a clear challenge. Great job.
Charla Diehl 08/15/12
Cute poem with a sound message for body and soul.