Dumb bell to Barbell
Where to start
Creating the shapely body institution
Full length mirror observation
Turning weak muscle into a sensation
Planning in goal, focus, conditioning and transformation
Lift in concentrate
Pain and gain
Muscle tone
No longer weak
Becoming strong to seek
Theory of Nutrition
Eat to feed
Objective in deed
Barrier in passing defeat
Results that come out
Being confident as you move about
Own transformation story
Compliments to except
The journey in knowing you can
Determination to carry on
Achievement with every effort
Act on and still with
Patience throughout
Through the entire workout
Showcase mirror
Feeling proud thereafter
Exercise to transform
You alone
Better you to pursue
It’s all about you.
Not intellectual phrase
Not dumb
Eye of strength and conditioning of the human body
The motion of exercise
The lift intensified
Strengthening the mind in preparation with a pumping maneuver
Achieving results
Mind over matter
The hardness of muscle felt
Technique
Grip control
Focus of precise
Workout mode
Dumbbell action
Theory through the elements
Construct and Build
Fitness mind
The shape to come
The results to be
What the mirror will see
All in the Dumbbell
Followed by the Barbell
Achievement of a defined body
Dumbbell and Barbell proven.
Willingly allow me to clarify.
I'll uncover an individual mystery.
You sustain the key person to whom the spirit clings.
The principal words alleviate those mutual passions.
The first person to view the value in life's magnificence.
I will candidly admit my genuine fondness.
This is whenever I've first at any point felt as such.
You admirably represent reality's expectations.
And typically painted my life in vibrant shades.
You're the brilliant beam of continuous daylight.
After I apply it out with a barbell,
I'm from you and will be faithful all the optimum time.
Written: February 20, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND Libre Vers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Twas the time of year when all the Reindeer were full of cheer
Prancer and Dancer were dancing and Cupid kissed Comet
Rudolph's nose was charging and Donner was cooking dinner
Blixen was eating Candy Canes fixing and cleaning Santa’s sleigh
While Vixen was sniffing the Elf’s as they were snoozing under Santa’s spell
Mrs. Clause was sowing Santa’s shirt he ripped on his sleigh and didn’t tell
In front of stores around the world were Santa’s helpers ringing a bell
while the children were sleeping and dreaming with one wanting, a barbell
The Grinch was in quarantine for not wearing a Santa mask causing an uproar
Mr. Scrooge was six feet away from Bob Cratchit who needed a piece of coal
all this time Christmas passed was gone, bringing Mr. Scrooge a cheerful song
Twas the night before Christmas and all seemed to be well, they were all under,
Santa’s Christmas Spell
Sturdy limbs
Stocky almost
Knows his way around a barbell maybe
Not easy to anger
But if he finds the right woman
A professional stirrer,
Will be get away or fall hard?
A professional instigator is something he has not yet met.
We wait in anticipation wondering who will capture his heart.
Sure enough, he falls hard for a professional instigator.
One who not only pushes his buttons
But can push the rest of the family’s buttons too
He does not escape for twenty years
Finally does
To the relief
of his sisters
and his mother.
Poetry…
barbell of the written word
Resistance exercise
—for the status-quo
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
She has a collection, an unusual collection,
Of four thousand and forty two,
Colourful, shapely, dangly rings,
From green to gold to blue,
That she wears from ears, her nose, her lips,
The ones that are on show,
And she wears a heap in other places,
But there I will not go,
Her arms both glitter, her legs glisten,
Her neck’s a twinkle on display,
She’s a shiny beautiful colourful star,
When she walks throughout the day,
From hoops, to drops, to barbell hugs,
She loves wearing tiny rocks,
But no one can actually see her now,
She’s become a walking jewellery box.
I dreamed about a midget ninja and I could tell
It looked exactly like me, but liked to give me hell
Every barbell I had
He'd bend it really bad
Never let a mini-me ninja bend your barbell!
Poetry,
barbell of the written word
Resistance exercise
for the status-quo
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
“Nothing Rhymes with Angel” ~Merriam-Webster, Encyclopedia Britannica~
Nothing Rhymes with angel…
Ocean shell, barnacle, pink coral
Choir bell, temple, chapel, steeple
People
Climb Mt. Caramel, smell a fresh timber fell
Drink 80 proof swill’
Throw a coin in the wishing wellllllll
At a seventy-five degree angle
Lift a 200-pound barbell
Marvel
Tickle, popsicle, dreamsicle, apple strudel, ice-cycle, classical
Able
Ample
Us….We are Cyclical
Hah, darn dictionary!
Sunshine Williams
upon opening the door,
i saw my bookshelf had broken,
beat down by the weight of
the barbell which i had
foolishly set atop &
so, relishing in the chaotic
spill of beautiful
books,
now laying all over the floor
in a mess,
i wondered why i had ever invested
in a bookshelf to begin with?
thought to myself that back in the
days of school, i had them stacked
up in a chorus of uneven towers,
like that of Hitch, whom anytime he
did an interview from the room
where he wrote, one could
adore the stacks upon stacks that
this brilliant man did pick &
devour from, to weave his
works---
in rounding up the mess, i took the
bottom shelf
to lay on the floor as the new base for
a chorus of uneven towers
of my own,
as a tribute out of necessity
to the man, now gone,
but still with us---
one of those whom i wish i had
gotten to meet,
one of those whose voice still
thunders &
thunders,
against the wrongs of this horror that
we alive,
still call home.
Summer’s over so here we go again,
from treadmill to the stationary bike,
no exercised since who knows when,
hard to get started but has to be right.
A few stretches to get the kinks out,
to the treadmill increasing the pace,
body hurting wanting to cry or shout,
you rather be sleeping in satin and lace.
Sweat perfusing while lifting weights,
barbell goes down easy but up so hard,
getting back in shape before it’s too late,
yet wishing all exercise would be barred.
Huff and puff sucking to get some air,
reluctantly moving to the stationary bike,
out of shape tight those clothes you wear,
least on bike you get to sit which you like.
Now the rowing machine to make you lean,
performing sit ups and arm curls one by one,
what your doing to your body is ever so mean
finally you give a sigh of relief, for your done.