Best Dumbbells Poems

__HAIKU  SLAM__
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((**HAIKU GYM**))

~Haiku press~
one sweaty work out
spot me, and count 5-7-5
dumbbells all around

~ Sweat Garden~
drench of human lawn
leotard planting between
dew drops under chin

~Listen To Your Heart~
Wink of a smile
Healthy news, swallow up blues
Kellogg's Raisin Bran 
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((**SWAT TEAM**))

~10 commandments~
Haiku me and you
So much for the...

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Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,

Twinkle 
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El       
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell            
She’s ambrosial, the choir...

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The Temptation of Eve and Adam


I never meant to give up Paradise.
I should have been content with each golden sunrise,
But that abominable serpent had me completely mesmerized,
Whispering strange suggestions in my ears, it took me quite by surprise.
Too late I realized
That my mind had been...

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Another day at the gym,
Pumping iron for the swell.
Aching muscles feeling grim,
As I put myself through hell.

Boneless chicken that I bake,
Egg whites keep me lean.
Protein powders in a shake,
With a dose of creatine.

Heavy squats inflate the quads,
Bench presses for my pecs.
Arm curls to increase the...

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walking in I see I'm not the only one thinking,
    1,2,3,4, every rep every set the body pumping,
        rock in the speakers so no one starts screaming,
        ...

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I Cannot Weight To Hmm...
Be Pressed By A Dumbbell

Two fifteen pound
     steely danse sing
     wrought iron dumbbells
     ill-tempered, impatiently,
     and intensely a weight
their turn to hmm... press me,
 ...

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Through The Keyhole of Time

The houses were made of old timber, like a Russian village 
on the endless steppe - maybe I had Dr Zhivago on my mind. 
But where was Lara? I was in Russia once thought it sinister, 
roads without light and black...

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Support Your Local Po' Whet (Hick) Bummer, i.e. me

Freedom from onset of pervasive gloom 
(attendant with profusely perspiring palms, 
hut tree men duh us aggravation), would be 
a dog send to this melon collie bow wow 
wing *****sapien aging baby boomer. 

I already attend...

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Let's get ready to rumble

Il turn the man 2 a mountain il make da weak become strong
Il make da loser become a winner make him b no 1,

 I am the mentor 4 champions I'm at da forefront of weight loss
ill transform your body yes...

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Words flow through me 
I bring them to the 
Surface

Like a tireless wave 
Drowning over the earth
I bring to you

Whispers from the old soul
I bring you doubt
Dumbbells rung ding 

I bring you truth
Trust with in your heart
I bring to you hopes

I break it down..
Shallow little...

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Ice Cold Water Equals Ultimate Thirst Quencher...

Especially experiencing onset dehydration,
this opinion shared by former consumer,
he quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found

busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an...

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I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb...
anesthetized courtesy central air 

analogous to gulping down
a tall glass of ice cold water, 
which equals ultimate thirst quencher,
especially for those 
experiencing onset dehydration,
the following poetic opinion/editorial  
shared by yours truly, a former consumer
who quaffed truckloads sugary and...

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I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane

Mine body electric analogous 
to Google map pronounced 
with arteries and countless varicose vein
visible popping blood vessels  
leeches haven grand old time 
at expense of poor sucker 
abracadabra backfired 
courtesy corp hustle legerdemain. 

Aging baby boomer
no longer...

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It's the resolution graveyard
for those good intentions, cursed,
opening hours from New year's day
to February first.
Here's a pile of treadmills,
dumbbells stacked up near the gate,
abandoned by the desperate
who promised to lose weight.
The hungover who'd had enough,
repenting for their sins
have left wine bottles by the ton
in bright...

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March  2026
The final weeks of the CCC plan:
Damian and Polly planned the
Copy Cat Club convergence with
Molly and Dolly. The meet was postponed 
A few times until everything was set.
Damian and Dolly knew one another better now. 
But There were still key issues he wasn't...

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