Best Training Poems
We crawl before we walk
Make sounds before we talk
Put training wheels on our first bike
Warm up a bit before a long hike
Mom reads to you before the teacher do
You practive writing your name at home, too
Do you really learn how to count at school --
I counted to a zillion at four; now that was cool
Yet when it comes to lasting love and marriage
It seems that early preparation is disparaged
And how about some classes on diaper-changing
So baby' needs are met sans irritation and raging
Pick them at random, the best way to start.
The very old or very young are the easiest to part,
With the info you need to get the ball rolling.
You scare them at first and then start cajoling.
By gaining their trust and becoming their friend,
You'll get access to funds and accounts without end.
Tell them their computer's been hacked by a scammer,
Or they owe for back taxes, will be locked in the slammer.
But you're there to help and make everything right.
For a small monthly fee it will all be alright.
Once you get those numbers then you are home free,
And it's pay day already for you and for me.
Half of the teams are headed to Florida.
The other half will journey to Arizona.
Yes fans, everybody can let out a cheer.
Another baseball spring training is here.
Pitchers and catchers report first to duty.
They are followed by the other players shortly.
It is just the beginning of a seasonal pennant chase.
The players go through calisthenics at a rapid pace.
They have to scrape off that winter rust.
Getting back to top physical shape is a must.
As the tulips and the hyacinths are growing in the spring,
all those baseball players are doing their thing.
Why is the pitcher in for only two innings or three?
Spring training is going on right now, you see.
From a long winter, veterans scrape off the rust.
Rookies trying to make the team hope it’s not a bust.
They work hard to earn the manager's trust.
You will see players with an unfamiliar name.
Everybody only gets one or two at bats in a game.
On the field for a few innings, then into the dugout they go.
Who is going to make the team? The managers want to know.
Why all of this fuss? There is a very good reason.
The teams are getting ready for a 162 game season.
My mum thinks I'm so smart,
She puts me in the shopping cart,
I always point out what to buy,
Sometimes my mum gives me a sigh,
Good shopping is an art.
The smell of peanuts,
The crack of the bat—HOME RUN!
Spring Training, welcome.
Submitted for Carol Brown 's "Waiting for Spring" contest
I wade into the water that is my aquatic sun,
suited to perform miracles, refusing reprieve until work is done.
I exist as a modern day Hercules, striving to discover my strength,
seeking beneath the surface, striving to greater lengths.
My arms tremor, causing ships to break apart,
during my exhale, all sailors start
to curse…
yet my grunt of thunder remains the worst.
My legs propel me forward, though possessing not one gill,
the underwater highway provides an ongoing thrill.
Mere mortals I glimpse at while stifling tidal waves,
as they struggle against the current, candidates to save.
Their bodies act as limp seaweed, very weak
while others remain bloated buoys, struggling to seek
a sliver of stamina, however slight,
their sun is not yet lit, they remain in a moonless night.
My ears discover the sirens, bursting into song-
they talk of candy sweets my appetite yeans to sail along.
However, my orb of strength is not yet found,
until then, I’m forbidden to go above ground.
Below in the underworld, Hades attempts to send
fingers of flame upon me, yet my armor shall not bend.
My joints ache,
my muscles quake,
yet the ember of faith I shall not forsake.
Eventually, I remain erect, not on bowed knees,
and have resisted pain’s pitiful pleas.
A son of Zeus reaches in to grasp my hand,
his grin stretching wider than the holy land.
His eyes are that of a seaweed sage,
with a chiseled exterior only Aphrodite could have made.
His words light my face with a single shining ray,
“You’ve completed your pool exercises for the day.
Are you ready for the gym?” he asks, hoping I should stay,
and I reply, “I’m in need of hot compresses today.”
I proceed to immerse myself in towels of steam,
while considering my ultimate dream
of strengthening my image, in the future I will see
the bountiful benefits of physical therapy.
Today,
I wake energetic,
lungs clearing of lingering tobacco fog.
Kinetic energy, thoughts of poetry
inhabit my mind during my morning jog.
First at slow speed to warm up my thighs.
Long strides, deep breaths, my afro bounces in my eye.
I stop at this pavilion about a hundred yards in,
pull the picnic tables close, my core training begins.
Usually I'll push fifty, get up and keep jogging.
Today I did one hundred, jumped up, and started sprinting.
After an hour
now I'm l
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my right knee trembling in pain.
An old football wound,
sustained,
in the ninety seven campaign.
I throw my knee brace on,
now I can maintain.
After about an hour of flowing perspiration.
My push-ups, sit-ups, and crunches,
an explosive core combination.
focused integration, isolation,
my abdomen begins to form..
Thankfully I'm done because I think it's about to storm....
Jared Pickett
6/3/2010
Asavvy1
(Prov. 22: 6 / Heb. 5: 14 / Deut. 6: 6-9 / 2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16 / Matt. 19: 13, 14)
- cont. - from Part 1
And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find
And You Can’t Let A Child
Follow Its Every Whim …
No Matter How Brilliant or Smart
Dumb Things Will Make Them Dim
But Parents Try To Remember
Just When You Were Young …
Didn’t You Just Want To Act Stupid
And Have Some Friends & Fun?
Every Child Needs To Know
What & Who They Can Trust …
This Is More Important Than That Job
& Making Big Bucks
Every Child Needs Guidance
Even If Parents Are Just Guessing
But There Is A Book of Instructions
To Keep Parents & Child From Stressing
(2 Tim. 3: 15, 16)
It Is A Compass & A Map
& Its Like Reading A Diary of Confessions
Where Both Parents & Children
Can Learn About Real Life Lessons
(Matt. 4: 4 / Matt. 19: 13, 14)
And We Need To Start Training Them Young
From The Crib & From The Womb
Give ‘Em Plenty Space & Privacy
But Know What’s Going On In That Room!
‘Cause Newsflash! … Now Hear This
When Children Get Wrong Ideas or Tears
It’s Up To Loving Parents & Families
To Steer Them Free & Clear
Yes, Newsflash! … Now Know This
Children Don’t Know Nuthin’!
It’s Up To Responsible Adults
To ‘Try’ & Teach Them Somethin’ …
Their Bright Little Eyes & Minds
Are Looking To Us For Advice
And We Have To Watch Their Little Heads
So They Don’t Get Infected With Lice!
Yes, Their Bright Eyes & Minds
Are Looking To Us For Advice
& There Is Not Enough or Too Much Time
That We Could Sacrifice
And Without The Rod of Discipline
Whether Spanking or Time Out On The Floor
Loving Communication Is What Keeps Them
From Being Spoiled & Rotted To The Core
Look – Grandmamma Used To Tell Me
“If Everybody Is Sticking Their Head In The Fire
And They Tell You It Won’t Hurt …
You Tell ‘Em ‘You’re A Liar!’”
Listen, We All Can See That This World
Is Going To You Know Where In A Hand-Basket
But You Don’t Have To Let Them Group You & Yours
Into That Casket …
And When A Child Wants To Eat Candy
‘Cause It Tastes Good – All Day Long!
When You Tell Them “No!”
Listen … You Ain’t Wrong!
Written & ©: 7/16/2013
By: The MoonBee
(Prov. 22: 6 / Heb. 5: 14 / Deut. 6: 6-9 / 2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16 / Matt. 19: 13, 14)
(Part One of Two)
If A Child Wants To Eat Candy
All Day Long …
When You Tell Them ‘No!’ - -
Is It Wrong?
If A Child Wants To Stay Up On School Nights
And Not Go To Bed …
Will You Leave The Matter At That
And Do What They Said?
If A Child Wants To Run The Streets
At All Hours of The Night …
Would You Allow It
And Say ‘It’s Alright’?
If A Child Fell Into Hanging Out
With The Wrong Crowd …
Would You Do Nothing
Thereby Showing It’s Allowed?
If A Child Gets Some Silly Notion
And Is Being Misled …
Will You Not Try To Talk
Some Sense Into Their Head?
And When Your Child Makes A Mistake
(‘Cause All Of Us Make Life’s Errors)
Are You Going To Be Loving & Forgiving
Or Come Off Like Some Holy-Terror?
If You See That Your Child’s Life
Is In Imminent Danger …
Would You Leave His Soul’s Wellbeing
To Some Ulterior-Motive Stranger?
All Children Need Education
That’s Why We Send Them To School
But Isn’t Home Training
The Best Place For Understanding Life’s Rules?
Before Your Child Gets Polio or Smallpox
Or Some Other Life Threatening Situation
Would You Not Seek Out Preventative
Medicine or Cures Thru Vaccinations?
If A Child Just Wants To Play
And Not Do Chores or Homework …
Would You Not Try To Find Out
Why A Lazy Streak Is Starting To Lurk?
If Your Child Is Depressed
Unmanageable or Confused …
Would You Not Put Extreme Effort
Into Finding Just What You Could Do?
If A Child Needs To Be Shown Love
and We Withhold Our Kisses & Hugs
Are We Guilty When They Grow Up
Into ‘Crypts & Bloods’?
If Your Child Doesn’t Want To Talk
and Retreat In Hiding From The World
Wouldn’t You Do Everything In Your Power
To Help Your Precious Boy or Baby-Girl?
If Your Child Has Low Self Esteem
Or Shows A Lack of Character …
Wouldn’t You Want To Be
Their Value & Virtue Narrator?
If Your Child Just Really Needs
Someone To Listen & To Talk To …
Would You Not Prefer
that That Someone Be You?
I Once Knew A Police Officer
Who Had Said of His Beat …
A Child Can Get Discipline At Home
Or They’ll Get Their Beatings In The Streets
And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find
(Part One of Two)
Written & © : 7/16/2013
By: The MoonBee
I took my father
Out into the garden
And banged my head
Against the brick wall
Three times
While he was saying
That the azaleas
Were doing fine.
When I banged my head again,
He told me the grass
Needed cutting
And the fence
Was too low.
When I banged my head once more
My father became concerned
And asked me why
I banged my head so.
And I told him that this
Was a metaphor
For teaching him
How to use a computer,
And he said
That I was just as crap
At gardening as he was
At computers
And that even brick walls
Have feelings.
Little helper of fur,take your kitty under your wing.
He was lost,now is found.
Broken leg took off the ground.
Nestled embrace.
Kitty carried to the door.
Exercise complete.
We train no more.
''Tell Me About
It'' contest
sponsored by..Francine Roberts
written by..kaceymike29
Kacey Greenlee
For it was 29 years ago
When as I boy I left home
On the train other lads I find
Apprehensive blind leading the blind
When we got to our destination
Shouting started is this an allucination
Standing still waiting for orders
That corporal from the Scottish Borders
Get on the bus he shouts at us
Some of the lads begin to cus
The transport takes us through the gates
Some may say this place I hate
Marched around real fast
Shown our accommodation at last
Sitting waiting for other lads to show
Some just say I gotta go
The peace is broken with a shout
Everyone get out, get out
We all mingle on that damp night
Sergeant shouting gives us a fright
Welcome speach the stage was his
Ok boys haircuts it is
Prepare to double to the barbers shop
Hair on the floor could make a mop
After this was uniform time
Hurry up get in line
In this queue we had to wait
Issued clothes and a metal plate
Back to the room with all this kit
Placed into the locker by my pit
Then lights out at 10 pm
Wait for tomorrow's mayhem
For all things
There is a time
Time to serve
Others uncompressed
Gaining all they need
Making less
The one who gave
So much so
That they ran away
Only to come back
Taking it's rightful place
With small thanks
Unasked
Potty Training
Today I tried to teach my son
How to use the potty, oh what a treat
He sat and sat and sat and sat
While I tapped my feet
After what seemed like an hour
Finally I gave in
And placed a diaper on his butt
As my patience ran too thin
Then within a few seconds
I smelled a familiar smell
Though it was one I recognized
Still it smelled quite foul
Oh Christian, what have you done?
Why didn’t you use the potty?
To trick your daddy like you did
Really is quite naughty
So very quickly I laid him down
Changed him, and threw it in the trash
Gently put on some powder
So he doesn’t get a rash
Then once again I sat him down
On his brand new potty
And after he sat and sat and sat
I wondered who was the smarty?
Today I tried to teach my son
How to use the potty, oh what a mistake
He sat and sat and sat and sat
How much more of this can I take?
(oh the memories)