Swimming was my favorite exercise as a child
Loved the freezing cold water even if air was mild
In the late seventies, racquetball became the rage
I drove my new baby to daycare and loved this age
Running was never my favorite thing to do
Maybe I had never found the right jogging shoe
In my mid fifties I exercised at Curves and got into shape
Svelte and jock-like, I could have worn Wonder Woman’s cape
I tore my meniscus while doing yoga at work one day
My new exercise included a bicycle like pedal thing now put away.
The mind becomes clear
as brain cells get a workout
too bad body don't
Exercising Faith
Monoku: by Tom
1981?
Believing is mile one on the highway to becoming.
so beating heart fill
with a such abundant love
just so sweetly does
~
we must exercise
our hearts keeping love flowing
extinguishing hate
~
allow hearts love flow
beating love exercise love
so beatings heart fill
2/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I grew wings before
I stood.
I learned everything I could
and remembered nothing.
instead of leaning in.
I hung out
I made a wrong turn
for the right reason.
I looked into the future
before I visited warby parker.
voiced an opinion,
but did not speak my mind.
I made it out of adolescence
alive.
I made believe
I had it made.
I had hard feelings only
a geologist would recognize.
I parted the air
with bad words
in my house I held ice cubes
hostage every summer.
climbed over several
vowels to get here.
mauled a month of memories.
and made pee under a full moon
and then
I made this up.
Trust and honesty is so rare
in our world nowadays all around
but we must start at home
with ourselves to get off the ground
We need to be absolutely true
check ourselves to see it real
nothing must be held back at all
make sure we are the real deal
This is a very good exercise
for if honesty can’t be found
in ourselves we can’t ask others
to show the honesty sound
So be sure you are fully true
no matter what the outcome
at least we’ll sleep sound
know our honest line is plumb
(‘Being entirely honest with thyself is a good exercise’ - Sigmund Freud, Austrian psychologist) (1856-1939)
With my Angels exorcised-
I Exercise my Devils
Daren't you guess what this implies?
In Evil doth I revel!
Shout and swear; curse and cuss
In the Bowels of Tartarus!
Sweet Lucifer! I do concur-
Heaven- it's just not for us!
People do aerobics
So their bodies stay in shape.
Slacking off means all that flab
Reverses its escape.
Just like muscles turn to mush
If workout time’s ignored,
Lethargy may leach the brain
Of knowledge it has stored.
Therefore one must exercise
The mappings of the mind,
Making sure the avenues
Are smooth and well-defined.
Crosswords and Sudoku,
Scrabble, dominoes or chess
Help to keep those brain cells sharp
And also combat stress.
As we age we must work out
The body and the brain,
For if we don’t, the things we’ve learned
Will all have been in vain.
Press the sky for answers
Wish for penny rain
Snapping, popping, tin-roof dropping
Copper ankles wade
Wear the moon as a necklace
Tears reflecting the stars
Falling, pooling, drown them unruly
Caught cold in shards, diamond hard
Riddle the sun with emotion
Prison of season's delight
Missing, crying, pale but undying
Winter seclusion is nigh
Trust the wind in the moors
Fog and mystery mist
See me, don't see me, emergency free me
with all of your soul in a thimble sized sip
Shine in the depths of the sea
Light up the indigo silt
Wash up on shores where the sun always shines
and the water recedes at your will
Shoulder the wind as a scarf
Tolerate mid-season moods
Walk up to winter, she's autumn's big sister
The exercise will do you good.
bending all the rules
staying straight to my plan
begging as a fool
Giving as a man
lost,found
toss, around
boss, Rebounded
thoughts, sounds
foughts, bounds
boughts, brought
ups, downs
source, pounded
force, drowned
choice, maid
voice, brave
moist,. saved
Alot of absence's
creep whole threw my veins
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