THE WEED IS DEAD, LONG LIVE THE WEED!
Once a sugar binge is fully in bloom,
Like dandelions, you can't just assume
You'll only cut off the top
And your cravings will stop.
The roots of your cravings you gotta exhume.
Ground that has hardened in the midday sun
Will not release fat roots, no not one.
Try, from work not to shrink,
Nor faith, tis the way I think.
Even though digging deep is not much fun.
Glory not in faults, acting the martyr.
Find good in life and with bad don't barter.
A humble rejoicing heart
Is the first place to start.
So wet your ground deep with 'living water'.
Softening the ground makes it much easier.
Then the whole root comes up all together.
Give it not a little slack
Or surely it will grow back
In drought, wind, hail or any kind of weather.
Otherwise annihilate those negatives!
Kill them with a "Roundup" of positives.
Overcome evil with good, it reads.
Truth rids ugly negative weeds.
Remembering, lies grow and are like thieves,
Robbing us of coveted after peace
Bidding us to come to a life of ease
Where pleasure is the rule,
Bad consequences our school.
Choose to rid yourself of the negatives.
Then there's room for the positive to grow.
Making it possible the world to show,
The strong lusts of the flesh
Won't crowd out your best
Because you walk in the spirit aglow.
Like dandelions, you can't just assume
You'll only cut off the top
And your cravings will stop.
The roots of your cravings you gotta exhume.
Ground that has hardened in the midday sun
Will not release fat roots, no not one.
Try, from work not to shrink,
Nor faith, tis the way I think.
Even though digging deep is not much fun.
Glory not in faults, acting the martyr.
Find good in life and with bad don't barter.
A humble rejoicing heart
Is the first place to start.
So wet your ground deep with 'living water'.
Softening the ground makes it much easier.
Then the whole root comes up all together.
Give it not a little slack
Or surely it will grow back
In drought, wind, hail or any kind of weather.
Otherwise annihilate those negatives!
Kill them with a "Roundup" of positives.
Overcome evil with good, it reads.
Truth rids ugly negative weeds.
Remembering, lies grow and are like thieves,
Robbing us of coveted after peace
Bidding us to come to a life of ease
Where pleasure is the rule,
Bad consequences our school.
Choose to rid yourself of the negatives.
Then there's room for the positive to grow.
Making it possible the world to show,
The strong lusts of the flesh
Won't crowd out your best
Because you walk in the spirit aglow.
© Charlene
McCutcheon, UT
Editor's Note:
'Expressions' is proud to feature
Poet Charlene McCutcheon, UT
sharing her poetic humor using the Limerick Form of Poetry...
Limerick Form - is a five-line,
often humorous and ribald poem with a strict meter. Lines 1, 2, and 5 of have
seven to ten syllables (three metrical feet) and rhyme with one another. Lines
3 and 4 have five to seven (two metrical feet) syllables and
rhyme with each other. The rhyme scheme is usually "A-A-B-B-A".