Best Keep Fit Poems
Swan Lake
Toes ache
Can't sleep
Count sheep
Eat slow
Don't throw
Won race
First place
Do crime
Serve time
Drink gin
Room spin
Keep fit
Don't sit
Up late
Bed waits
Cold spell
Wrap well
Don't smoke
You'll choke
Don't bore
They'll snore
Drink wine
Cloud nine
Black ice
Think twice
Good wife
No strife
Aim high
Touch sky
First kiss
Don't miss
Dry plains
Need rains
Red rose
Pleased nose
Beach girl
Heads twirl
First night
Stage fright
Written 2nd July 2020
For Strand completely new (4) poetry contest.
Sponsored By Brian Strand.
My New Years resolution is not to make any more New Years resolutions!
I've made 'em in the past but they died on the craggy shoals of the Aleutians!
I'd swear to ease up on the vittles but I caught those scales lyin' to me.
I tried to curb my cussin' by usin' terms like gosh, darn and golly gee!
I resolved to be more courteous to other drivers and not flex my middle digit,
And be more patient with my kids when they wanted to squirm and fidget!
I vowed to take my dentist's advice and floss my choppers each and every day.
I flossed religiously but lost my religion leavin' my teeth prone to decay!
I promised myself that I'd exercise regularly in order to keep fit and trim,
But preferred lollin' in my LazyBoy with a beer sans goin' to the gym!
'Tis obvious when it comes to keepin' resolutions I ain't got much fortitude,
So I reckon I'll take my chances and not lock-in on any inane platitude!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Think Spring!
Smile! Say Hi!
Keep fit/Stay spry
Think Spring!
Think Spring!
Read up on baseball
Talk with a y'all drawl
Think Spring!
Think Spring!
Take a walk in your mind
Leave the cold far behind
Think Spring!
Think Think Think Think Think
Spring Spring Spring Spring Spring...
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January 28 - 30
' Chicago, Illinois
Temps of -20 F
Windchills -45 F
So much for my ideas of slowing down,
Taking it easy just sitting watching TV.
I moved to a peaceful seaside town,
Since then I have found a few things occupy me.
I play bridge at least three times every week,
Read poems with a group on Thursday afternoons,
For extra fun I can find anything I seek
And I can write about it and put it to tunes.
On Tuesday mornings I see my four men
In the U3A song writing group that I run.
They compose their music on my key board and then
I write some words and another song has begun.
The women visit Fridays. We have fun,
Writing rhymes, banging bongos, blow didgeridoos,
Each week there are many things waiting to be done
Bells to shake, guitars to play, so much to choose.
Hairdressers, library, lots of jigsaws to do,
Trips to town, trips to do weekly shopping,
Mah-jong, Scrabble, flower arranging, cooking too,
Tea dances, line dancing from foot to foot hopping.
Each week at the local coffee morning
I get to hear about all that is being planned,
There’s knitting, card making, keep fit and it’s dawning
NO TIME FOR TV I’m too busy, understand!
Its sonorous tone has struck the hours for well over a hundred years,
But time hath surely taken its toll on its weary wheels and gears.
'Tis built of sturdy oak by craftsmen who took pride in their guild.
My old friend stands nigh seven feet tall and leaves my life fulfilled.
To keep fit he needs a tune-up now and then as all we old guys do,
And with a generous squirt of oil here and there, he runs just like new!
His beaming face shines and his rhythmic tick-tock tells me all is well.
He's a dear and treasured companion for all who in this home do dwell.
Oh, if only he could talk of the many things he's witnessed during his life;
Birth, death, sad and happy times, the struggles of foolish man in strife.
Old Grandpap has been quite the world traveler since his birth in Bavaria.
He's been to Japan and all over America - he's covered a lot of area!
How comforting it is to hear his soothing chimes in the still of the night,
Knowing that he is keeping time for me and that everything is alright.
With each pendulum swing he reminds me that my time on earth is measured.
Time I dare not squander and time with friends and family must be treasured!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
I was fit and feisty at fifty
It was no big deal
Because that's how half a century
Is supposed to feel.
In my sixties I'll take stock
Start making great plans
Ignoring all the 'you cant's'
And embracing all the 'I cans'.
Can I be sexy at sixty?
and try all the fashions and fads
Wear stockings and suspenders
And Joan Collins shoulder pads.
I can deal with sexy at sixty
And wear Vivienne Westwood clothes
Dress up and go out on the town
Wearing all my buttons and bows.
I'm going to be sexy at sixty
I'll wear Gok Wan lingerie
Find myself a toyboy
Then maybe lead him astray.
Swift and sexy at sixty
When I get my Jimmy Choos
Dancing the night away
To the sound of Rhythm and Blues.
Oh! I want to be sexy at sixty
'cause age is a state of mind
I'm preparing my body at keep fit
So as not to be left behind.
But first, I have to deal with
Old skin, Bad teeth and Grey hair
Then remove the unwanted growths
From just about everywhere.
Then I'll definitely be sexy at sixty
And undoubtedly done it all
The only problem is that
Most of it I simply won't recall..
Cheap entertainment
We didn’t need computers
To keep us entertained
We didn’t need no Donkey Kong
We had that Ludo game
We didn’t need no gadgets
To count the steps, we’ve gone
We just had a skipping rope
And the salt and pepper song
We didn’t need no fancy gym
Helping us keep fit
We just had a hoola hoop
A-spinning on our hip
We didn’t need no High-Tec firm
Selling expensive things
We were quite contented
With a yoyo on a string
We didn’t need a mobile phone
Forever on our faces
We’d get out, walk about
And explore some brand-new places
An old uncle we used to call Tit
So lazy he won't try to keep fit,
His belly he should loose
He could not see his shoes,
In a barrow he had to push it.
i may call it a leaflet
i may call it a handbill
but don’t you notice
a large number of gossips
is natant in the air
do you admit that the fuming heart
that’s glorifying the plate
should be made a must-read
for any seed-bed
the sun tells that to keep-fit
the health of the clouds
the instigation of the perfumed-soap
is required
with that pituitary
some neighing of horses
that is fastened tightly with cork
now see
if you can offer pregnancy
even to the barbie doll
by the by
it should be informed here
if the question of roaming in the woods
is raised
the highly-educated bathroom
feels very helpless
and taking repeated somersaults
in the sunshine
in the rains
the folding umbrella
also have got very much out-of-temper
work out,
no doubt.
commit;
keep fit!
count sheep
good sleep
eat well
stay swell
red wine,
divine!
your health
great wealth
ALL FOR TODAY
A bright morning
Full of expectation
It was the D-day
The day I’m to have
Her silhouette unveiled.
Contemplated if I’m to travel
Or to wait till morrow
No longer to be delayed
For the day has come.
I laugh at myself
As several questions
Slip off my mouth
Am I looking cute enough?
No, which cloth do I go with?
I changed my cloth. . my luggage thrice
To keep fit . . . look scintillating
All is for today, the day I’ve waited for.
Alayande Stephen T.
6.75am
20th November 2007
Still at the Mowe/Redeeem Traffic jam
Awesome texture,
Banofee pie,
Captivating flavours,
Delicious, delicious pie,
Enormous portion sizes,
Forever in my dreams,
Gorging myself senseless,
Happy endorphines kicking in,
In vigorous feeling,
Just scrummy,
Keep fit is what I need,
Longing for more,
My self esteem raging,
Naughty but so nice,
Over indulgence,
Punishing ones mind, body and soul,
Queasy,
Roaring aches,
Stomach aches,
Turbulance,
Unkind words,
Vivacious mood,
Wonderful warm feeling,
Xanthic,
Yearning for more and more,
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, so full!
Is the logic of a lioness the same as a dogfish? Or a display in a shop window of pretty pink kittens? Very definite is a definition of derived detail. Oh look over there. Quickly. The window in the furniture store has become quite alive. The chair is moving away from the table and the table leg is attempting to snare the chair but it isn't working. Oh such commentary of the wall clock. Standing proudly on the street. Admiring the sun clad people in shirts skirts and shorts. Ready for a little time in the waves. But waves are not wiry nor weaves. And a polish arriving is a main line attempt to break into a glamorous mermaid glass. And so it has a day in the country air to dash up and down. Chasing sticks. Sticks sticking salivating salty sprat of spray. But not in a yawn is a yard and no harsh hound is a hateful hasty hairbrush. But hairbreadth is said to be useful for a comb to attempt keep fit and therefore remain toned. Ha the undertones of an untamed unfathomable unicorn. Ha a beak of a silver cup chatting. Xxxx intoxication z z z z at nineteen peeled grape slices to zero ground driving drips. Z z z z z
There's a pretty little filly, had my eyes on for a while.
She walks like a true lady, with eyes that beguile.
I saw her first one morning, running to keep fit
I was interested straight away, my heart fluttered a bit.
Now to formulate a plan, how I could make her mine.
I couldn't get her out of my head, she was mighty fine
So I hurried home to see how much I could afford
Bid on her at the horse auction, and thank the Lord,
My bid won, and that lil filly is going home with me.
Had my eye on her for a while, now she's mine luckily.
All you younger folk, take heed;
Here’s advice that you will need:
Every effort to keep fit –
Diet, gym class, all of it,
Will not help you as you age
From entering that “senior” stage.
Age alone is what explains
The bulk of many aches and pains.
Joints and muscles, all agree,
Arrive with Nature’s warranty,
Which, we never comprehended,
Cannot really be extended.
When we’re young we make mistakes,
Thinking all those pains and aches
Of older people we’ll avoid
Because precautions we’ve employed.
We view our elders with contempt;
From their distress we’ll be exempt.
This, then, is a wake-up shout.
There really isn’t any doubt
That even if you treat them right,
Your mind and body won’t be quite
The same as age controls the reins
And aches and pains are what remains.