Aerobic Poems

Walking the Lap Lane

I don’t like to swim 
So a swimmer I’m not,
But I am in Florida
And it is hot!

While visiting friends,
We sat by the pool,
The sun beating down 
Where I’d sweat like a fool.

But I learned a new way
To cool off, doing laps 
By walking in water - 
You’ve tried it, perhaps?

It felt so refreshing 
And it could be seen
As a part of a person’s
Aerobic routine.

And the cherry on top
Is I got to replace
My pale New York complexion
With pink on my face.

Charlies Schedule

Diane’s dog Charlie is her baby; more than her son ever was.
He likes me better than Stewart did too, she tells me.
Charlie’s therapy appointments are on Monday.
On Tuesdays he has his nails groomed or his teeth flossed.
Wednesdays are open for luncheon engagements with other pups.
He gives me a break on Thursdays, Diane tells us. It’s my free day.
Friday’s are for Charlie’s aerobic and line dancing.
Saturdays he has yoga.
What’s Charlie’s Sunday schedule? I ask her.
Diane looks surprised that I asked.
We go to church in color-coordinated clothing.
I take him in a little matching case.
I should have guessed.

Changes For Better Or Worse

Going to exercise aerobic
Walk on treadmill everyday
Reduce foods too caloric
Get in shape in everyway

Work on personality increase to dynamic
And do a little everyday
Keep mouth closed not fanatic
Gain friends~influence people always

Let my tongue's speech be sweet not caustic
Bite my tongue when want unkindness to say
Let love and kindness become chronic
Elastic tongue keep strapped down come what may

Looked up 7 syllables words that rhyme on the internet and then tried to write a poem using them.

A Girl Again

I can no longer touch my toes
Or stop an unexpected runny nose,
It has become an issue
To find a handkerchief or tissue.

My loo has moved
I am not sure
It seems farther away than it was before
I often have to try to run
Before I realised what I'd done.

I now have a shower chair
Where I bathe and wash my hair
I mutter to myself all-day
I hope nobody can hear the things I say.

My grey matter is fading fast,
I wonder how long it will last
My social life is up the creek
As I am at the Doctors every week.

A specialist sent me to the gym
To strengthen my muscles
To help improve the state I'm in
You would laugh if you could see
The aerobic ancient Old Duck me.

I now row a machine
That's never been
Near water
I walk on a treadmill
Although I falter.

The weights I can't lift very high
Perhaps next session,
I'll have a better try,
I love the exercise bike.
I can travel anywhere
I like.

Even though I don't move
My imagination improves
As I cycle down the country lane
I feel like a girl again.

Steps Aside

STEPS ASIDE

They’ve banned the “step counters”
Outlawed the treadmill and stationary bike
Banned jogging (aka fast walking for the elderly)
Sports will be limited to “non-aerobic” activities
Tiddlywinks tournaments will be Government funded.

Scientific research and investigation
Funded by the “stay inside and die sooner” chapter
Of the “Governmental Gottcha Groups” 
Has conjectural and anecdotal evidence
That the heavy breathing induced by exercise
Increases the carbon dioxide emissions
Of those engaged in anaerobic exercise.

Suggested alternate activities are:
-Daydreaming,
-Scheming (aka conspiring with imaginary friends)
-Meditation…without chanting
-Astral Traveling (with or without passport)
-Thinking, but only about the things presented in our booklet
  -(also known as “Talking Points)

Or the “Rip Van Winkle” solution…
Go to sleep for twenty years
and hope it’s all over when you wake up.

John G. Lawless
©2/24/2023

The Class

He took an aerobic class
It was a very hard task
His legs wouldn't work
And he felt like a jerk
He was such an out of shape mass

The New Me

 Doctor said I must lose weight
Sugar banned a thought I hate
No butter or cheese except low fat
My body will morph fancy that.

Off to gym in new sports gear
Going to sweat daily for a year
You think this is fun? your quite wrong
'Till I Collapse' my favourite song.

Each night exhausted I take a jog
Dear heaven above it's such a slog
Bedtime drink warm skimmed milk
No easy task to look like sylph.

Months rolled by still hitting gym
New way of life am now so thin
Resisting temptation I'm in to win
Aerobic trainer whose name is Slim.





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11/09/2021

Hell Is Me---

HELL IS ME---

Can’t remember to live or die;
So morbid is the times;
Cries of the undertaker, not enough people dying;

As a survivor from hell;
Angels no all too well;
The prism’s stone;
Melts the hearts of those;

Cabana, the points been made;
Like shots in a glass;
There’s the perfect witness;

Chances are that the chance;
Been called;
Aerobic torso;
Burst into flames;

Demons and Demets;
Shackled into bondage;
I the lone survivor from Hell’s storm;
You see the first hell is me…


2/1/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©

Running Delights

Running* with zest gives me great triumphant feeling
Uplifts my spirit along radiant merriment
Negates bad mood to welcome good tidings
Nurtures appreciation for nature
Influences friends for wellness’ bonding
Nourishes acquaintance-growth of cheerful glow
Gladdening exercise-rigor with bliss
Settles weight-problem against diet-caused angst!

De-stressing running spree is a blessing to me…
Empowering midst discomfort’s pain
Lowering my blood pressure I’m grateful of
Improving my immune system indeed
Giving me great aerobic work-out
Hoisting my health upward victory level during check-ups
Turning gloom toward hearty laughter thrill
Setting faith for jubilant thanksgiving to God!

*1Corinthians 9:24 Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.

January 30, 2019 
12th place, "Hobbies" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver; judged on 3/23/2019.

Modern Vanity

Modern Vanity

tracks
weaves
hair color
fingernails
manicures
pedicures
inflated buttocks and lips
sculptured hips
workout
aerobic
liftup
tuckin
sixpacks
jog
rotate
walk
perspire
maintain
get that body
night masks
contour sticks
Facetime
Facebook
facelift
Instagram
Twitter
tummy tucks
lap bands
gastric by-pass
designer clothes
sports cars
convertibles
Teslas
toupees
tattoos
Men’s Club
blue pills
anything else?

7/18/17

Facebook and Twitter are creating a vain generation of self-obsessed people with child-like need for feedback, warns top scientist.

Wayde's Road To Rio

The road to Rio ran his every day
Aerobic fitness was his daily way
The lactic acid ate his muscle mass,
but soon the aching pains began to pass 

The win reward a fine line to the tape
He fought the fight to get into best shape 
He made his time to take him to the start, 
to peak his strength and win the race an art

Just five circles his only dream tattoo, 
or maybe under forty three will do
A gold the prize for him, a life reward 
it looked so easy, Wayde’s new world record 

He lived the dream a life in golden hope,
but ductile gold a sweet success tightrope 


-A tribute to Wayde van Niekerk’s new world record in the 400m almost breaking 43 s yesterday. The record was held by Michael Johnson and was 16 years old-

Poetry Soup

Poetry Soup

It's imagery, movement, rhythm, and rhyme,
Composition of words that baffles the mind;
Art woven meticulously, lines by design,
Pleasing the senses soothes like fine wine.

It's calmness, excitement, free flowing words,
With qualifying beauty like the Peacock bird;
Musical interludes that rises and fall,
Like the waves against an ocean wall.

It’s a hodgepodge of homemade colloquialism,
That challenges our thoughts through aerobic athleticism;
On occasion, darkness sprinkles the pages,
Spoon fed mixture absorbed in small stages.

Poetry Soup, food for the soul,
A deliverance of warmth through written scrolls!

Written : © 11/12/15

Submitted for: Your Absolute Best II CONTEST
Sponsored by: The Seeker

Whats Your Fear

The fear of my heart stopping, when I first say hello.
But worse would be if yours stopped, what a way to go
The fear of not seeing you after all of this long time
That fear is the greatest, that would surely be a crime

The fear of you not liking me, I’m a disillusionment
A fear of you finding, I was not from heaven sent.
A fear of something happening to stop me meeting you
A fear of all these things, what would I now do?

The biggest fear of all would be liking you too much
What would I do then, if sparks flew when our hands touch.
The fears they are just growing to proportions that are phobic
Perhaps I should concentrate on certain things more aerobic.

Deep breaths in to calm the heart, reduce the blood pressure too
And rubber gloves to catch the sparks, if I ever do meet you.
They say face your fears to cure them, that’s what I intend to do
Looking forward to that day whenever I meet you...
© ~GG~2?11/2102

Signs of Shoe Soul Designs In the Soft Sand

Fashion shoe treads imprinted on the bisque beach 
global longtitude/latitude design airborne print in flight
Honeycomb print slowly pacing synchronising footsteps
Concentric wave prints grouping Fine detail pattern soul 
beside clearly printed  diamond  fishbone sports design
Heavily studded  trail souls tread along large  paw prints
Simply dotted  aerobic shoeprint  next  to  little  dog paws
A  new soft pink fluffy seaweed  floats in  lacy ocean foam
Large horseshoe prints clomp  digging deeply in the sand
Smaller horseshoes gather  meeting near a water  trough
Fresh green seagrass clumped like  freshly cut long lawn
cradles long ball strands of  yellow ochre squirting beads 
Bare feet touching soft sticky sand immersed wet in water
Naked  footprints  side by side breathing beach vibrations
Two  lovehearts drawn in the light brown sand interlocked.
Sandcastles decorated with shells sit sturdily on the shore.

Pregnant Virgin?

Accident in one race,
Retarded her progress,
Relaxed, lazy,
Took it easy,

A good runner,
Always a winner,
Young miss Sharon,
Aspiring to run marathon,

Determined to run,
And run to win,
Had to become slim,
Joined a gym,

Aerobic work up,
Dips and pull up,
Lost much weight,
Became quite swift,

Missed her period,
For the month third,
Sickness morn?
Symptoms none!

Given progesterone,
Failed to respond,
Sharon worried!
Primi unmarried?

Family doctor confused,
To a specialist referred,
She was virgin!
A virgin genuine!!

Amenorrhoea primary,
A medical mystery,
Confused doctors,
Had no answers!

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