Best Jog Poems
She jogs
Her brown eyes are blue eyes
Bought a sports bra
© 2000
Up with the birds at the crack of dawn
On with the tracksuit now slightly worn
Where is my ipod, I had it last night
On with the headphones, the volumes just right
I’ve got everything, I think I’m now ready
I start off quite slow, nice and steady
Remember the plan, I set the pace
It’s only a jog, you’re not in a race
I’m starting to sweat, my heart starts to pound
My legs turn to jelly as they hit the ground
My mind starts to work, thoughts in my head
Why do you do this? You could be in bed!
I cross the road, without out a good look
A car blasts its horn, he takes me to book
I turn the last corner, my home is in sight
My time gets no better, try as i might!
I’m from Lift Valley
Deep in an over and done Ethiopian city
I come to lead you
How can you forget the architect of Egyptian pyramid?
Unless you are not part of this creation
The jungle raises me up
The only playground I master to play
While at the same time I became a pro hunter
Learning jungle survival vital lessons
But I'm not scared yet
Is in you, I value my jungle
And my central land of great lakes
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Cool 7 miles from 7 till 9 gives strength and gives me pace
I leave before the kids alight and wife has made her face
The mist and fog the scarf forgot my destination food
But back to fore the place I left with hunger on the route.
Down the boreen and grassy lanes another hill oh no
I'm walking now but when to press for running I should go
My heart's a pumping quietly and building all the time
Cholesterol and that butter dear my heart has now entwined
I had that pudding, girls as well, a dad who likes to clean
Crust pastry and an apple pie demolished all unseen
To run at this point and check my heart through pounding in my ear
I should have left that pancake but my tongue could not stay clear
I slow jog at a quicker pace she's beating at a rate
I know I can keep going at this and more a pace
But I if I stop at this point then my heart will stop and wait
Too wait too long is my fear and I'll end up at them gates.
A barrier is crossed now the blood begins to free
my heart is rightly pumping in all chambers one two three
Relax and roll a perfect gate my wall and on beyond
Enjoy my run and country side and tuned in to the sun
The roads a quiet watch that car a bend the right side take
Remember when you reached the tree a bend a turn a brake
Two miles to go a plate to show and breakfast there awaits
My wife's a golden lady and those eggs she now will make
Another turn and up the hill a push to power legs
In the drive and kitchen thrive no sound or mumour begs
Oh dear my head my heart and feet and pumping with a bleet
My wife's in bed the kids have said start cooking while we sleep!
Fight the jet lag; stay awake.
Mail to deal with; calls to make.
Clear the suitcase; clean the clothes.
Fridge needs filling, I suppose.
Hit the market, as you must.
Trip is over – readjust!
Mind is in a time-zone fog.
Home again, home again – jiggety jog!
I never liked to jump and jog,
And climb on any tree,
But yesterday the neighbor's dog
Revealed these skills in me.
Woke up early this morning to go for a wee jog
Got as far as “still laying there” my head in a fog
Yelled wake up my hero
Yelled back “eat minnows”
This conversation with me was a futile monolog
tho ibake
to get in shape
it kepts me awake
this is not fake
i run its fun
also roll like log
I LOVE TO
JOG
how do you get thur
by eating
right food well thats cool
best to get in shape
for heavensake
get out on rolling log
and
JOG
It was 29° (f) degrees this morning with a waning gibbous (¾) moon. Still, as we started our run, it was dark enough that the world was rendered in black and white. Lisa was a sepia print of herself while Charles was a large, quiet shadow, a dark visual noise pattern.
We usually jog from our dorm, down to and along New Haven Harbor and back. Lisa and I love the ocean. The wind was in our faces this morning and there were no sparkling moon refractions in our direction, which made the water musou and colorless.
I’ve gotten my outfit down to a science, leggings under shorts, four long sleeve, dry-wicking spandex tops (layering is important), a power-wool-earflap-beanie, thermal neck gaiter and quantum, icebreaker gloves (with touch-screen compatibility) - you gotta dress warmly but be able to shed layers as needed.
I listen to audiobooks while we run. Right now, I’m on book 5 of the ‘The Expanse’ series. I don’t have time to read anything fun these days, so I listen to science-fiction/fantasy while I work-out. I love the new AirPod Pro feature that automatically turns the sound down if anyone talks.
I wear a fitbit charge around my right ankle and my Apple watch as well - they both track my run - the fitbit is more accurate but my watch sends my workout stats to my siblings - we’re uhh, sort of competitive.
At first, as we came up on the harbor, it was impossible to see the intersection of the two dark oceans - the great terrestrial and the greater galactic - but as we turned for home, there was an atmospheric scatter of blue at the edge of the horizon, heralding the sunrise on our retreating backs.
musou = one of the darkest shades of black
We move through the night,
though the streets seem empty,
we look left and right,
electric vehicles are stealthy.
As we exercise stepwise, sunrise happens.
and black night fades its cover.
Like phoresy, painted, pieces of heaven,
the day opens with primary colors—
reds that delight, oranges that tease
and peacocking yellows that leaven.
As the counterfeit rainbow enchants and rouses,
streetlights waver and douse,
lights flicker on in houses,
and the earth blossoms active in borrowed hues.
Morning twinkles with its particular, angular light,
as we enter the still still lobby.
They’ve already set out the coffee!
With a sip, I feel the morning's started out right.
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Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse
J-ust jog my memory,
E-agerly help me make it through;
N-ice thought fades from my mind,
N-o line departs from
Y-ou.
L-et me ask your assistance,
A-s I've lost the phrase;
R-emembering the words
A-ims to fill up the space.
N-o more event to forget,
J-oy is felt if you tell me;
O-n the thirtieth of August, just jog my memory.