Between the iron's echo, seven moons have shaped
this flesh to tempered steel—each rep a whispered vow,
a calculus of sweat where discipline escapes
the ghost of who I was. The mirror shows me now:
a shadow split in two—one clawing from the past,
one carving forward, raw, through protein, rest, and grind.
The weights don’t judge the why, just measure what will last:
this body, not a shrine, but proof of mind aligned
with mornings yet to come. I lift what time can’t hold—
not abs or arms, but will, the ache beneath the bone
that asks, "What’s worth the pain?" The answer’s still unrolled:
to outlift doubt, to build a self I’ve never known.
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Categories:
flex, february, self,
Form: Rhyme
Soft streak of lightning
puffed up with a Summer flex,
clouds bow to it’s heat.
Categories:
flex, feelings, nature, storm,
Form: Haiku
Flex Me
The acrobat man said he could fly
That it was part of his show
A routine that thrilled every time
Seen all over the world
Watch the magician fly!
His latest show was unique
And a notable first
He would walk down a building
With no ropes or harness
All went well till halfway down
When he tripped and fell!
Head over heels he went
Hitting the ground like a bomb
He resembled strawberry jam
They cleared him up with a shovel...
Side of the Hill – Varied Poems...
Nick Armbrister
Categories:
flex, crazy, magic, obituary,
Form: Verse
I save my love in the cave
Where she roams free
Shoving aside the pride of the stave
Whose tentacles disagree
With the quality and quantity of care
Love demands in return for expanding horizons
In which she’s the key player whose flair
Dominates and dictates the zones
In which she receives affection in return
For the affection she bestows on me
To pour tons of affection into the urn
Where I’m forever indebted to see
Vast amounts of affection that nourish
Several critical aspects
Of emotional nutrients which burnish
The love I save from suspects
Too keen to take to flight
At the earliest demand love makes to protect her sanctity
In the face of the slight and plight
She lands sometimes when the care quantity
She gains proves too little
To justify sacrifices love makes to comfort
Me despite the brittle
Vase I inadvertently crush in the fort
Where love hides the heart so often misunderstood
In contexts so complex
Brave love feels it’s high time she vacated the neighbourhood
Where partners find reasons their macho muscles to flex.
Categories:
flex, poems,
Form: Free verse